Post by Damien Sweets on Mar 6, 2015 12:20:03 GMT -5
I know not your sorrow, but I know mine
Dance with me tonight
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For Damien 1971 is a cursed year, the year where he lost everything. It had been cold that day, the dark Saturday evening in November when it all changed. And two weeks later Jacob Millian would die, and only Damien Sweets would remain. A bitter chuckle escaped his lips as he stared at the old faded picture in his hands, he hated this self pity which he was wallowing in. It could be much worse he knew, there are people out there who had it worse, but still he thought he deserved to have at least one day to mourn his previous life. Maybe after a hundred years it wouldn't hurt so much, maybe he wouldn't care so much then about his lost life. As he sat there he shed the human form, and his true form showed. A rotten body, gray skin, long bony fingers, unnaturally bright green light from where his eyes would have been, and scraggly thin hair. As he stared at his hands he let the memories wash over him, like a tidal wave dragging him under.
The chilly wind ripped through him as Damien pulled his coat tighter around him. It was unusually cold for November, and he now regretted his choice to go out tonight. The streets around him was lit up by dim street lights, but the shady alleys hid a lot from his sight. A huge crash came form one of the alleys, and Damien hurried on past. He had stupidly chosen to take a quicker route home by walking trough some of the more shadier parts of the city, but he was now cursing himself for his foolishness. A scream sounded behind him, and Damien closed his eyes briefly and clenched his fists. Quickening his pace to a jog he prayed that he wouldn't become the wouldn't become the victim of some strange serial killer.
His breath sounded harsh to his ears, and his heart thundered in his chest. Coming to a dead end he was forced to step into one of the alleys which he knew would lead to the main road up ahead. Even with his blood pounding in his ears he heard the echoing sounds of footsteps, two pair of them. Scared Damien turned around to see who was behind him, hoping that it was just his imagination. As he faced his follower he froze in fear, and a scream of terror died in his throat. Only a choked whimper made it past his lips, and he could feel the adrenalin begin pumping through his veins.
Ten feet away from him stood the most hideous creature he had ever seen. It couldn't be called human, maybe it had been once, but this thing was right out of a nightmare. Grey rotten skin hung from it's skeletal frame, it's hunched posture let him see the protruding spines on its back. Its fingers were more like claws, long, spindly and sharp. But the worst thing was its face. It was grinning, showing of wickedly sharp teeth, its nose had rotted away leaving a hole, and instead of eyes there were two glowing holes. A low scratchy laugh sounded from the creature as it regarded him.
"Poor little human boy, all alone are we?" It cackled, its voice low and rough. "I'm terribly hungry, and I'm in the mood from some flesh." Damien didn't think he could ever find the words to describe the terror that ran through him at those words. His body, which had been frozen in fears, sprang into action. Turning around, he began a panic driven sprint towards the end of the alley hoping to make it out to the main street. He was just a few feet away when something grabbed him and threw him backwards. He hit the ground with a painful thud, and he barely registered the cut on his face from where his head had hit some garbage when he landed. Soon the creature was on him, pinning his body and shoving it's ugly slobbering face into his. "Too bad for you little boy, looks like I'm eating tonight." It whispered to him, a demented grin blooming on its face. A sob broke it's way free from his throat as he stared into the creature's eyes. A few minutes of futile trashing made it clear that the creature was much stronger than him, and it only seemed it find his attempts at escaping amusing. Leaning down it bit into the upper part of his right arm, and Damien howled in pain. His flailing left arm suddenly came into contact with something, and he gripped it and swung with all his might at the head of his assailant. A crack sounded has the piece of wood connected with the creature's head, and it was thrown off him, ripping a piece of his arm of in the process.
Hauling himself up form the ground, Damien clutched his injured arm and ran while the creature was still stunned. He sprinted out of the alley and towards his flat, and made it home in record time. As he collapsed on the floor, he could feel himself suffering from shock and blood-loss. He barely registered the shocked gasp of his roommate, and was brought back by the stinging sensation of alcohol being poured on his wound. Shaking he stuttered out that he didn't need to go to the hospital to his roommate, and after having his wound bandaged he collapsed on his bed. That night his dreams were filled with gruesome flesh eating monsters with terrible glowing green eyes. Waking up the next morning felt like a struggle, his body was sluggish and he felt as if he was burning up. He carefully replaced the now blood soaked bandage with shaky fingers, the wound looked even worse in daylight. The edges were black, and a horrible smell emanated from it. Shuddering he wrapped a new bandage around it, and made his way towards the bed again on shaky feet. Through the hazy fog that was settling in his brain he thought about going to the hospital, but he soon forgot as he fell into a fitful sleep.
The next two weeks were filled with pain, so much pain. It was all he could think of, it consumed his very being. His veins felt like they were filled with molten led, his brain was cooking inside his head, and the bite wound had only gotten worse. He couldn't remember much from the last week, whether he was at home or in the hospital. If his family was there or not, all he could remember was the agony. And soon darkness.
When he woke up he no longer felt any pain, but instead he was surrounded by dank darkness, and a desperate hunger gnawing at him. Clawing at his surroundings he discovered he was in a small box of sorts, with no light streaming in. The air was dank, and smelt weird. As he tried to find out where he was, he could feel panic welling in his chest. "Help! Anyone, help! He shouted desperately, but he couldn't hear any answer if there was any. Desperate and with a strange new-found strength, he managed to bust a hole in the strange box he was confined in, only to his horror discover dirt falling in. 'This isn't a box, it's a coffin', he thought madly as he began to make the hole wide. He would dig himself out, he had to dig himself out! He wasn't dead! And he didn't want to die just yet!
After what seemed like eternities his hands finally breached the surface, and soon he was pulling himself up from the dirt. He could feel himself shaking as he stared madly at the hole form which he had dug himself out of. And as he lifted his eyes to the grave stone in front of him he could feel his knees buckle, and he hit the ground with a soft thud. Staring blankly at the stone he read:
Welcome to the scenic town of Salem, Michigan where our story takes the stage. It’s the year 2016, a date not quite far for us to be unable to imagine. Whispers of rebellion are starting to shake the supernatural world, hunters are loading their pistols while the humans are nearly wetting themselves in fear. Each side has their finger on the trigger, itchy and waiting for the other to strike to set off this war. Which side will you choose or how will your story unfold? That, my friend, is left to the wiles of time unless you think you can play your cards right…. But only in the end will they truly be revealed.
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