Gods and Creatures: Where The Dark Things Are

Chapter 1: The Run

And so the story begins...

FIRST PERSON P.O.V (Aziel)

It was dark. As the moon drifted across the night sky, I looked at the starless night. The moon's dull shine evoked a monotonous atmosphere. Everything seemed so empty. So boring. Anticipating that this would obviously happen, I sighed. It would be another long, regular night in the desolate streets with my brother. He slept quietly, but radiated an angel-like purity.

 In case if you don't know me, I'm Aziel. I'm a guy, erm... kid, aged 14. I mean, I don't really know much about myself, other than being homeless. My brother, a little kid, aged 9, is Octavius and he really is a massive part of my life. He's an innocent, kind kid that's pretty naive, if I'm gonna be honest. But without him, I don't know where I would be in this hostile world. Expanding on that 'not knowing much about myself', it's actually true. I don't remember my childhood very well. All I remember is that my father supposedly left me and Octavius, and my mother died of sickness before the age of 5. The only image I remember of her, is an image of her crying, her distant-blue eyes enveloped with fear. She was sitting on a chair, quietly crying, whilst all I could do was just watch with Octavius. It happened like that every day. Then one day, we just found her dead. 

Before we even knew it, little Octavius and I were there on the streets. We just roamed around and scavenged for scraps of food. We wore the same tattered clothes everyday. Back then, the only purpose I felt I had, was to protect him. Defend him. You see, I knew Octavius and I were different. Different, in a weird way, from all the other kids. You see, it's not like they have strange visions at night, of ominous beings on cliffs. It's not like they see belligerent 'things' walking by the street. In fact, I'm curious why they don't seem to notice these 'things'. When I mean 'things', just think of random monsters, or weird creatures. But that's not even the weird part.

As we walked past the ghetto, I began to notice that I was also feeling different. A seed of doubt was planted in my mind. Something didn't feel right. Then it came.

Eerie laughter cackled throughout the city. Fear danced in my veins. As I knew it, an ominous, ink-black figure stared at me. It's eyes stared at me... cold yet familiar eyes. A grotesque scar appeared on its face, as it unveiled its cloak. I did the normal thing a human would do. Run. I know your asking, 'What happened to Octavius?' Well we'll get to that later. For now, it's between me and this... thing that appeared out of nowhere.

As I ran across the road, a voice whispered in my head. "It's your turn now..." it muttered, before fading into oblivion. Before I could think, the figure stood in front of me. With a knife. "BLOOD!" it roared belligerently, as the ground violently shook. I felt the knife plunge through my skin... coldness flowing through my body. As my vision rapidly deteriorated, the figure smiled at me. "It's time for revenge..."