Drafts, Mini-stories and Excerpts

I can do that for you...

Flames, roars, shadows, terror. They covered the batch within minutes. Fire blazed shelters and structures in waves. People ran in every direction they could to get away. Smoke from the flames chased after and clogged their vision and throats.

Some were trapped by either rubble or darkness. People drowned in smog, punctuated by shards and obsidian spikes or consumed by fire. Everyone suffered a horrible nightmare with a deadly ending. But those who were the most unfortunate, fell fate to seeing man above them shrouded in fog, blood and darkness as their final memory. Their screams were the loudest.

....

The fire died down, silence floated in the air once there was no more sizzling, terror was ingrained on the face of bodies and ashes were left to settle.

Only one stood silently, before crumbling to the ashed ground as fog and smoke spinner around him and flooded into his back as if it was retreating back inside him.

His tears were hot and dry, they cut as they fell to the ground in shards. The shaky man breathes harshly on his wobbly knees with arms trembling. His lip quivered. He had done it again. He had committed a mass murder, a killing spree.... genocide again.

This man cursed with a vigorous plague living on him like a parasite. Forcefully spreading themselves through his body and letting him have whatever control he believes he deserves before extracting itself to destroy all that's surrounding him, right before cramming themselves back inside, next to the muscles and bones of his body. Although, not all of them would go inside when he was awake. They stayed awake, inching to do more damage or "protecting" their host.

Eventually, his breath grew steady, the tears stopped and the fog coiled and fizzled naturally out of their malevolent, agitated state. Wiping the crimson liquid from his mouth using the back of his shaking hand and slowly rises to his legs that beg him to stop.

With fatigue present, he mustered all the strength left in him to sluggishly turn to the direction he came from, north, where his mountain hole was. It was time to return.

Until a cry rang out. He froze, his mind furrows in shock while fog curling around him in confusion. How is anyone or thing besides them be alive? Instinctively, he turns and dashes off to only fall onto the soft bedding of ashes that fly into the air. "Sh-Shit..."

The loud cry did not waver, from what he sense it was close. He crawled until he reached a wooden pole, dragging himself upon his weak legs.

Of course, the fog slithering at his feet and back did nothing to help. His eyes darted around to see where could the cry resonated from until selecting a scorched shelter with a collapsed roof to the side. Gradually he made his way towards it, keeping his eyes on the shelter rather than the bodies of his victims he trekked near. They cry stopped once his head peaked inside the destroyed home, blue eyes scanning to see nothing was there. "He-Hello...?"

The fog hissed as they spread around the side of the house, the man notice and followed while leaning again what's left of the wall. The crying started again, directing his attention down to rubble in front of him. The swirling darkness hissed again and flicked off planks and wreckage; revealing a basket with a small baby inside.

Big bright brown eyes, wet and curious, stare up at him. She finally was find. She wiggles around in the blanket she was wrapped tightly in, her tail couldn't move and it was making her uncomfortable. She whined out and bald for her lioness mother and human father, her tears littered her pale orange skin. Yet she is now sitting there bundled up with a strange new man espying her and a dark dark fog surround him.

She smiles. Confusion blankets his expression. "Why is she happy?" Then giggles. Surprised and easily amused, he flashes a small grin and gets on his knees, embracing her in his arms. The hybrid baby tries to wiggle out of the blanket and use their arms to grab on to him, but of course her mother made sure she was snug and tight. "Heh heh, cute baby...."