It Lives In The Woods

Chapter Twelve

There was something in the woods, something on the outer edges of the trees, prowling, calling to the creature it desired. "Ohhhh little oneeee, comeeee to meeee little oneeee," it called, in its hissing, deadly voice, a voice that drifted through the night air towards the house before it. Bee Pierce sat up in her sleep, her body bare and naked except for Noah's ratty old tee-shirt that clad her upper half. Her body swayed like a tree in the wind as her legs led her out of the warm bed where Noah slept soundly. Bee's eyes opened, but there was no familiar blue eyed gaze to be found, only a soft, blue fire that stared ahead lifelessly as she crept down the stairs of her grandparent's house, down to the kitchen where the back door softly blew open from a whisper of wind. "Comeeee to meeee" Bee herself was not conscious, but her body, pulled by the sway of the demon followed his call like a faithful pup, leading it's host right into the beast of the belly. Blue had stored up large amounts of energy to be able to manipulate the woman's body as he was, he knew, she was the weakest, the most susceptible to his powers, which worked out in his favor, she was the one he wanted. The creature's fierce eyes glowed brighter with monstrous joy as he watched Bee slowly walk across the back yard, her bare feet making imprints on the wet grass, mud squishing between her toes. "Little oneeee, my Beeee...." The beast cooed, reaching out as if he wished to caress her mess of black curls that fell down her back. He turned and drifted deeper into the woods, not watching or caring as she trampled over thorns and branches, her feet swiftly becoming a bloody wreck. Bee's consciousness tried to awaken, it could feel something was off, that there was an invader amongst her dreams. "Why can't I wake up?" She thought, frantically pushing against the wall in her mind, where behind that wall the demon controlled her body. Blue felt her resistance, and let the wall down, wishing and hoping she wouldn't simply just run, but stay, and listen to his pleas. With a gasp, like a fish getting its first taste of air, she felt the ability of moving her limbs rush back to her in an overwhelming tidal wave, along with the piercing pain signals her feet were attempting to send to her brain. "W-" Bee looked around startled, the cold night air blowing harshly against her skin, "How did I get out here?" She wondered out loud, turning to quickly go back to her grandparents house. "Little oneeeeeee" Her blood ran cold as Blue appeared in front of her in a creeping, black mist, his shadow figure disturbingly close to her. "You! You brought me into the woods didn't you?!" She cried, backing away, heart pounding. Bee nodded eagerly, "Yesssss, you are weak..." She clenched her fists against her bare thighs. "Weak? I'm not the weak one, i'm not the one whp goes around killing people!" Blue shrunk back from her, shaking his head, "Nooooo, noooo kill'' Bee crossed her arms, feeling as if she were arguing with a stubborn child. "You killed Norah in cold blood, and you would've killed Jamie if we hadn't of found him before you got the chance!" If Bee could see the beast's face, she would've seen the vast confusion that filled the creature. "Noooo '' The beast moaned, the blue fire that burned in it's eye sockets dimming. "Yes! You're the reason we're all unhappy, YOU'RE A MONSTER!" Bee yelled, courage she didn't know she had coursing thick and strong through her veins. The fire lit up once more in the demon's eyes as he bent down and roared in the woman's face, the force of it nearly knocking her over. "You killed herrrr, you are theee monster! Monstersss need to beeee together" Tears filled her eyes, leaking over the edges of her lids, dripping down her face as if in slow motion. "No, that's not true. I loved Norah, we all did, we do." The monster struck out and gripped her by the wrist roughly, his black smoke burning through her skin like acid, her screams of pain bouncing off the barked trees. "YOUU WILL COMEEEE!" The beast howled, anger exploding inside of it, blossoming like a poisonous flower. "LET GO OF ME!" She yelped, trying to fend off her attacker with her small, pale fists, the scent of burning flesh filling her nostrils. "Youuu willl come and finish theeee gameeeee" The monster whispered, it's rancid scent of sulfur nearly causing Bee to pass out from it's stench. Bee struck out, her fist not merely passing through the black smoke like she assumed it would, but making contact, sending the beast howling from her side, his clatch upon her wrist gone. Bee saw her chance and took off sprinting back in the direction she came, whimpering from the pains that radiated through her from the tips of her toes to the burn that was sizzling to life upon her wrist.

Back at her grandparents house Noah awoke to the distant sound of screaming. "Bee did you hear that?" He whispered, feeling out in the darkness for her body. Panic took hold of him as he discovered himself to be laying in an empty bed, "Bee ? Bee?!" He cried, jumping up and cutting the light on only to find the room desolate of another human soul. He looked out towards the edge of the woods that bordered the house, and saw through the trees Bee's curvy figure racing towards the break in the trees, a pair of burning blue eyes not far behind her. "Shit," He whispered, pulling on his pants and running down the stairs towards the back door. "BEE, HURRY !" He yelled, opening the door for her, stepping out, but just barely, he didn't dare get near the woods where the beast could grasp him, the beast that had grasped his twin's life in its hands, and extinguished it without a second thought. Bee saw Noah standing in a flood of yellow fluorescent light in the back door way. Upon seeing him she found an extra sudden burst of energy and pumped her arms quicker, her feet hitting the ground more aggressively as she picked up speed. Noah opened his arms and caught her, shoving her inside the house and locking the door, watching as the beast howled, pacing the edge of the woods between the trees. Noah held her shaking body in his arms, "Bee what happened ?!" He asked, turning her towards him to examine her body for wounds. "He- he said he could control me, because I was weak. I don't even remember getting out of bed Noah I swear I don't!" She sobbed, cradling her wrist to her chest. He sat her down carefully at the old, beat up kitchen table and moved to the bathroom to search for the first aid kit he knew her grandparents kept. "It's okay Bee, don't listen to him, you're not weak my love." He tried his best to comfort her, digging through the dusty drawers till he pulled out the large first aid kit. "But what if I am?"