The door creaked quietly in the silent night.
A sudden burst of wind hit me like a truck. I felt like I had just hit a wall. My whole back hurts... Is this blood?
I felt a drop of blood fall onto my face. It felt unpleasantly warm. Above me is my sister, though something is wrong with her, I can't see...the blood in my eyes...
The monster groans, coming closer with its unimaginably disgusting smile.
This blood...it's not mine...
"M-maya? Where are you..."
Maya responds in a shaky, drained voice.
"B-brother I'm scared... I don't want to die..."
The monster rips its fingers out of my sister's stomach, leaving a huge hole there.
Her body crashing onto the ground, a painful groan escaping from Maya's lips.
I take her hands, holding them tightly as her warm dark crimson blood seeps out onto the cold house floor.
"M-maya please...you're going to be fine"
Maya reaches out her cold hand, touching her brother's face.
It looks like she can barely speak, blood seeping out of her mouth.
The brothers' eyes are full of tears. His mind tries to rationalize how this could be.
"Maya please... I'm going to protect you..."
Maya smiles weakly at her dear brother before uttering her last words with a weak, shivering voice.
"Don't leave me..."
Milo grasps her hand tighter as she closes her eyes, her deep crimson blood seeping out on the floor.
"Maya..."
Her body goes completely limp in her brother's hands, the brother sitting in his own sister's blood.
It seems he has lost all reason to continue, yet something in his heart tells him to run, to keep going.
I look back at the frightening monster hiding in the darkness. It looks like it's...laughing at me. It looks like it understands me.
Its sick grin, its low growls like it's enjoying this. It disgusts me. I start running away, looking back, it looks like it's not chasing me. Is it playing with me?
I ran outside in the cold wind, my aching muscles screaming from the pain. It seems like a storm has started. You could hear lightning in the distance as heavy rain approached.
I ran, my head filled with fear and doubt. I hopped over the rusted fence to the place we collected our plums and looked over at the bushes where the knife got dropped.
I jumped into the thick bushes, covering myself in them. In the next moment, I hear an inhuman shriek. It sounds terrifying and powerful. It's the creature, my time is up.
...
Its body slowly changes with painful crunches, the bones turning into wings extending from its backbone. The wings having the feathers of a crow, it takes air in the storming rain.
I can barely see anything in the dark, yet all of a sudden I feel a cold shiver going down my spine, its danger. The thing has noticed me. My instincts tell me to run away, but there's no way I can outrun it. There's a knife here somewhere. I rummaged through the bushes to find it until I heard a sharp noise.
Suddenly I lost balance, a sharp pain going through my left shoulder. All I could do is yelp in pain, not even able to identify the cause of it.
The creature's claws resembling a bird digging into my shoulder, pinning me down.
'What the hell is this creature...'
It grunts in a low pitch like it's laughing at me. I gritted my teeth at the pain of my left shoulder. I picked up the knife with my left hand and in one quick motion I stabbed the creature's leg deep.
A blood-curdling scream echos throughout the woods. The only way I could describe it would be as ugly. It felt like my head would explode from that sound. The creature's green blood slowly dripping down its claw into my wound. The blood reacting with my wound.
The creature seemed to be mad at me, atleast I damaged it...
The creature lowers its head to mine. The only thing I could confirm is how similar it looks to my dad. The next words escaped from my mouth with tears in my eyes.
"Dad...where are you..."
The creature for a split second looked like it had become conflicted. The disgusting grin was replaced with a look of confusion.
In the next second, the creature let out an ear-piercing shreak, and looked like it was freaked out. It looks like it was almost conflicted with itself. In that state of confusion, the creature took its claws and ripped my left arm off, devouring it.
I feel colder slowly as my blood seeps out onto the wet dirt in the storm.
Am I really going to die?
The bird stumbled back looking like it was in pain, and without devouring me it flew away.
The moon shines ever so bright, even in this storm, illuminating my surroundings.
I don't want to die yet... i feel so weak. I can barely even feel any warmth anymore.
My vision is getting blurry, I feel so drowsy... I can barely even breathe anymore.
Mom...dad...maya. I'm sorry, this is where I meet my end.