Winged

Chapter 1: dark tatters

Dark will become the new light. That was what my mother told me, right before she died. She was right. There is no light left on this cruel planet once known as earth. It is another hell, only you do not have to be dead to experience the terrors roaming the burning land. So many things had changed since my parents died, seven months ago. I had read every self defence book that I could lay my hands on and taught myself how to use various different weapons. It was the only way to survive around here. The only way to protect myself from the creeping darkness slowly swallowing the remains of the earth. The darkness caused by rips in the planet, releasing horrific creatures from its depths.

When the rips were first discovered, scientists poured over it, driven insane by the need to know what it was and what was the cause of it. People would avoid it as best they could, out of the fear of the unknown. Even then, nobody could have known that very soon, all hell would be unleashed. Things began to come through the rips. They were not human. They were supernatural beings, monsters that no one had dared to believe were real until they took upon the earth.

First came the wolves. They were a mortals idea of a werewolf only they do not turn on full moons. The wolves have the power to turn from human to wolf whenever they want and they have a constant thirst for our flesh. The wolves fool humans into believing that they are humans too and lure them away into their unknown lair. Those unfortunate enough to fall for the wolves trap were never seen again.

We believed that they were the only terrible creations sent to us, but we were wrong. So incredibly wrong. It was not long before the raptors followed through a second rip hole. Raptors hunt in groups of hundreds and when they attack their prey, they are like ants, swarming the bodies of their food and eating away the flesh to leave nothing but a skeleton and a sickly green liquid. They are the size of a wren and they look like a cross between a lizard and a spider. It makes me wonder if they were naturally bred or if some crazy fool decided to make a joke of us humans and watch us get eaten alive in the most gruesome way possible. The screams of a raptors victims can haunt you for life.

Then of course there are the creatures I despise the most. The beasts who murdered my parents. The filthy demons. At first they convinced the humans that they were on our side, their charm seizing us, tempting us. The demons might seem to look the most human like of the creatures, but they are not. They are the most cunning and vicious of them all. They look like men with the exception of massive bat like wings, pointy talons curled on the ends. They have unbelievably great power that no human could ever compete with. The demons even went as far as to wear human clothes in their feeble attempt to be civilised and act out the part of our saviours. That was until they attacked us, killing off a third of our existence and creating the beginning of the world apocalypse.

A few hours before my mother was ripped apart by demons, she pulled me into a room and told me one thing.
"I need you to promise me something Sydney Moss. No matter what happens to me, no matter how lonely you might feel, I want you to remember this. Do not trust anyone. Nobody. Ever. Do you promise?"
I did not understand what she was going on about. I never questioned her, I never pushed her to explain herself. It did not make sense how she was talking to me as if I would never see her again. It does now. I have kept that promise right up until this day. Never would I even think to break it. With the darkness growing by day, old promises grow harder to keep.

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