Hex
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Paranormal
The world- the real, grotesque, fucked up world- lies hidden in plain sight. Monsters blending in, sitting at your dinner table, smiling at you, unsuspecting. Because they think they are safe, that they are going unnoticed just fine. Hunters are getting faster and more efficient, wiping groups of forty- no fifty, a hundred monsters at the same time. And only because at one time one got too reckless or showed a part of themselves that scared a human. Mindless assaults, innocent people being locked away and reckless people roaming the streets. Kidnapping, homicide and rape. Robbery, arson, fraud. Substances given out to abused teens in dirty alleys. Yet humans always seem to deserve another chance. Because they are humans, because they stand above all. Because that's just the way things are. ~ I know about hunters and their crimes. I know about monsters and their dark, predatory nature. But now that I've moved to this new, comfy apartment with this other student- and since I never really got involved with the supernatural to begin with- I know I should try to forget and lead a normal, laid-back life. With friends and maybe a relationship. Who knows, maybe enrol in a school, like I should. A normal, happy, fully-functioning life. A life full of lies. Yeah, not my thing. Instead, I'll just head outside with little to no preparation and observe and study and write about the truths I uncover. While lying to everyone around me and avoiding hunters and civvies alike, ignoring my roommate and with no end goal to it. Yep, sounds more like me. ~ Didn't go as planned. Half of my contacts aren't human, Am I human? Hope so... But do I? Discussing the supernatural among other topics with my roommate has become routine. My roommate who doesn't know about the supernatural. My roommate who doesn't question where I go or what I do. She does question why I just walked through the door limping and covered in blood though. Good God, this should be fun.
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The banging starts again but this time a lot louder. I can hear the girls screaming up stairs. I pick up my phone and dial 911. "Hello this is 911 what's your emergency?" "There are a bunch of wolves outside my house. I think they have rabies or something I'm not sure." The banging gets louder and I can feel my face getting wet from the tears. "Mamm did you say wolves are there?" "Yes Yes there are wolves about 10 of them out here in my front yard. I need help!" I hang up the phone and sit on the end of the stair case. I close my eyes and start praying. Something I haven't done in a while. "I have faith, there is a god. I have faith, there is a god, I have faith, there is a god." I repeat over and over. The glass breaks and I start screaming. I stand up and try to scramble up the stairs. The door comes falling down and there are about 10 wolves standing in front of my door. A woman emerges and walks toward me. She snaps her fingers and the pretty brown wolf is in front of me. Right there by my face. "Ridanna you know what to do." Her teeth is wrapped around my neck and she sinks them in. I try to scream but it's hard to. At first it hurts but now the pain no longer exists. I feel like there is no such thing as pain and I feel light as if I can float off the Earth. Fine as hell white boy with a pro-black activist fall for each other. Cherise Miss Activist doesn't want to date Zaire the fine as hell white boy not for his race but for his secrets. What if he had a past he didn't tell you about and the only way you found out is because the past came to kill you? And I'm not talking werewolves and vampires. Cherise would only wish for problems for they would be so simple compared to hers and Zaire's. If any woman found out Zaire's secrets they'd take off running to the nearest police station or they end up in a body bag in the end. Depends....which will come first?

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