Post by P.rismortic on Feb 10, 2011 19:02:39 GMT -5
PROLOGUE
Light began to fade. Breath began to fade. Life began to fade. The human figure lay motionless on the hard ground, the triumph of the full moon over head. The twenty-year old closed his weary eyes, and just listened. His shallow, quick breathing seemed so far away, and from where he lay lifeless on the dirt, the call of the wolf ripped through the sky, and all around the man stars seemed to crash down from the heavens, and he placed it as the screech that tore the sky apart. He screamed a call full of hopelessness, weakness, and most of all, agonizing, terrible, and excruciating pain. His voice raised so many octaves in that shriek of pure terror, fueled by the cooling blood that bubbled slowly out of his left side. Soon that cry of pure pain simmered down to a helpless whimper, and as he lay with his dead weight, he could feel the strings of life being carelessly snipped away by Hell itself, and as he took his next breath all the man could taste was his own blood, metallic and dropping from his throat. Tears ran down his ruddy, crimson face and past his terribly chapped lips as memories of his twenty years on this horrid earth should have been better spent. He never had a wife, hardly a girlfriend. No children to carry on his bloodline- the very bloodline that a savage beast had ripped out of him. He had only spent two years at University, and he could not help but feel resentment for wasting his weekends on pointless school work, rather than having a good time with his shallow acquaintances. He grimaced bitterly to himself, wondering why Satan was putting his death off to a farther date, and more so why he still even had coherent thoughts. He prayed for mercy endlessly, until the full moon faded into her void, the glimpse of the sun on the horizon flickering over the thick forest trees. In the light, he was terrified to look down, at his tattered body. The courage slowly grew in his remnants of a stomach, and the man forced his eyes to take a glance at his shredded carcass. The scene was that of gruesome horror and macabe film- his insides were out, and he could see too far deep inside of himself. He never believed in ungodly creatures, but as his mind began to numb he had his second thoughts set out. But what was it, and why him? It was that final question when every string was severed from his humanity, and he faded into the blackness, his last memory being the dreadful shriek of the predator.
I’ve been bitten.
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Chapter One
All I wanna do is trade this life for something new.
Colin Huntington sat impatiently in his dormitory, thumbs twisting around each other as their keeper was placed on the edge of a lower bunk. Room 278 seemed to be his new habitat, and he hated it. His upper bunk partner snored like a ravenous bear, who kept used condoms and dirty clothes scattered all around their shared living space. Colin preferred to leave his belongings in the only tidy place- under the bed. He never unpacked his bag; for fear that his clothes would be used by his slobbering, disgusting roommate. The man, landing at the age of twenty one, sighed and looked around the disaster zone he lived it. Getting up with a heavy stride, he ran a hand through his medium length light brown hair, and took a new position sitting upright at the cluttered desk, polluted by empty beer cans, cigarette buds, failed tests, and a computer monitor, equipped with the keyboard.
--WIP