K-pop Imagines《REQUESTS CLOSED》

*NOT A K-POP IMAGINE*

*So a friend of mine dared me to write a story in which the main character watches himself die. So I made this story! Hope you guys enjoy! It is a little gory near the end but I bet you'll live 😉*

Arden looked over his shoulder as he ran. His heart pounded into his ears as he tore through the brambles and the brush, the twigs and thorns tearing at his flesh. What was he running from? 

Present Day:
Zelana concentrated. She sucked in a breath then exhaled, squaring her shoulders.
“It's okay Zee. It's just pasta. It's not gonna hurt you.” She reached out, grabbing the kitchen towel to protect her hand. “Okay. One. Two. Three!!!” She grabbed the handle of the pot, and rushed over to the colander in the sink, dumping the fettuccine into the colander. “Yes! I did it!”

“Did what, love?” Zelana jumped as her boyfriend walked into the cramped kitchen. 

“I didn't dump the fettuccine down the drain!” Arden smiled. 

“Good job, Princess.” He kissed her forehead and chuckled at his rather eccentric girlfriend’s behavior.

“Now I just have to make the sauce!” She chirped happily as she bustled about the kitchen, grabbing various ingredients from the pantry. Arden sighed heavily as he meandered to the living room couch and plopped down, massaging his temples. The nightmares were getting worse. He could feel it. They always ended the same. Him watching his lifeless body being torn apart by a hideous, faceless,  snow-white monster. 

Arden was what the Cherokee called people like him. A ‘Mystic’. And yes, Arden was part Cherokee. He wasn't a true mystic. In fact, he couldn't even see if his grade on an upcoming test would be good enough to escape the many detentions that had been accumulating for the past school semester. His teachers blamed it on ADHD. The Cherokee believed it was his mystic powers trying to break through to his mundane mind. It was only in times of deep relaxation or heavy sleep that he got these dreams, these visions. And they had been getting worse.

“You okay, babe?” Zelana asked, poking her head around the corner of the kitchen wall.

“Hmm? Oh! Just thinking.”

“About…?” Arden sighed. 

“I can't get anything past you,” he chuckled and sat up on the couch, “I was just thinking about… My dreams.” 

“Are they getting worse?” Zelana inquired, clearly concerned. She, and only she, was the only non-Cherokee person he would talk to about his visions. 

“Yeah… It was the same, but there was more… Detail.” He shuddered. He could vividly see the creature advancing towards his terrorized body, soon reaching him, then proceeding to rip his limbs from his body, saving the head for last. But that wasn't the last part he saw before he woke with a cold sweat. Before he had shot out of bed, he had seen the creature devouring his corpse with a big gaping mouth. Arden had remembered the stories that his Cherokee father used to tell him that had been passed down for generations from the Algonquian themselves. The thing was called a Wendigo. Created when a human turns on its brethren out of desperation, aka cannibalism. Over time they turn into this monster, incapable of human thoughts for feelings.

It's only mindset?

Kill and eat.

“Well I'm sure these dreams will pass soon enough.” Zelana commented, breaking his train of thought. “I need to run to the store and get some Parmesan. Wanna come with?” 

“Yeah, sure. I'll grab my slides.” 

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Arden was waiting for Zelana in front of the convenience store. She thought she had got the Parmesan, but had actually grabbed the bleu cheese. So, with a quick “I'll be right back” and a peck on his cheek, she had left him. Arden tapped away on his phone, smiling whenever he leveled up on his game. He looked up towards the convenience store door, and saw Zelana walking briskly out of the store, plastic bag in hand…

But she wasn't walking to the car. Instead she broke into a run, dashing away towards the small patch of woods in the nearby park. Arden panicked. He didn't know what to do. He made the quick decision to run after her. He clutched his light jacket around his shoulders, as the wind seemed to bite into his skin. Before he approached the woods, he heard a scream. He knew that scream. Ever since those times he'd taken Zelana to a horror movie or a haunted house, she'd scream her lungs out. It was her. He was absolutely sure. 

He dodged past the dense tree canopy and didn't stop until he reached the spot where he thought he had heard her voice. The small clearing was empty. He frantically raked the shrubbery with his eye, desperately trying to glimpse his girlfriend.  A branch snapped behind him and he whirled around.

"A-Arden?" 

"What happened?! Why were you screaming?!"

"Arden… you were the one screaming." 

"No, I was in the car waiting for you."   

"But-"

"C'mon Zee. Let's go home." 

"A-Arden…" 

"What now, Zee?" Arden snapped. 

"Behind…"

"Behind what?" He was now concerned at the way Zelana was hyperventilating, her eyes fixed on a point behind Arden. Arden's heart sank. He felt the cold approaching from behind. Then a wild screaming sound echoed throughout the woods. "Zee, I want you to run as fast as you can okay? Don't listen, and don't look back. Got it?" She nodded vigorously and looked at him with panicked eyes.

"Promise me you'll be okay." 

"Zee…"

"Arden just promise!" 

"Zee, I'll try my best but I can't promise you that I'll make it."

"But-" The trees groaned as the Wendigo advanced. 

"Just go, Zee!" Sobbing, Zelana ran, leaving Arden. 

"Come on!" He yelled at the Wendigo. "Come get me!" The Wendigo screamed at him, then lunged towards him. Dodging the pale, clawed arm, Arden stood and ran in the opposite direction, away from the Wendigo. Shrieking, the Wendigo bounded after him. Arden looked over his shoulder as he ran. His heart pounded into his ears as he tore through the brambles and the brush, the twigs and thorns tearing at his flesh. He stumbled to a halt as he reached the riverside, the icy water roaring past at untold speeds. He felt the Wendigo before he saw it. He stood paralyzed by fear as the Wendigo bore down on him, its void-like mouth open in a deafening scream. 

A searing pain shot through his body as the Wendigo wrenched his arms from his body. Blood was everywhere, including the Wendigo, its crepe thin skin spattered with scarlet blood. With a disgusting CRUNCH the Wendigo broke off Arden's legs and began to devour the limbs. Arden's vision slowly faded into black. The last thing he saw before he lost consciousness was his father's face shining through the Wendigo's face. Then, the void of death consumed him.

*There you guys go! Its a little short but I kinda like it that way!

We're starting to see the light at the end of this mess of 2020, BUT that doesn't mean you can do whatever you want. Please be thoughtful of others and yourself when you go out of the house, and wash your hands when you come back.

Love you guys!
Stay safe,
Stay healthy,
Stay loco,
Sincerely,
~Lululocochica