Chapter 1 : Death

  ??? years, ??? months, ??? days

  Locked inside a medieval jail cell. I layed on the cold stone floor, mindlessly staring at the ceiling with my mouth open, saliva tricking down my check.

  My mind was empty, I didn't want to think about anything anymore.

  "Get up" a guard said. The guard was dress in metal armor covering his entire body.

  "...." I didn't, laying down on the floor almost lifelessly

  "I SAID GET UP!"

  "....." I stayed silent

  "....fine"

  He unlocks the cell, opeing up the door he drags me out by the hairs on my head throwing me against the wall as he exits the cells.

  "GET YOUR ASS UP!"

  I slowy get up. Touching the back of my head, I noticed he ripped out a piece of my hair, as I don't feel my hair there anymore and only feel the blood getting on my finger tips.

  '....' nothing but silence dominated my mind.

  It's hurts but it feels like I'm experiencing the pain as an outsider. Like watching a video game character get hurt.

  "Let's go. We're already late for your execution"

  He starts pushing my back to hurry up.

  I exit the prison and am taken to a opening in town. Right in the middle there is an old judge dress in priest robes and the executioner dress in leather clothing with a black helmet.

  As I make my way unwilling to the middle of the opening, I see to my left all the people who have come to see me excuted.

  As I watch them there is one thing that I can tell. Every single one of them are smiling, smiling at me, smiling at my death.

  I reach the middle of the opening and I'm pushed down to my knees by the executioner.

  The old judge took a deep breath before speaking.

  "Colt, I don't even know where to begin. You've been Very busy. Going around this world and causing chaos where ever you went. To make matters worse, you destroyed the only thing that could fix this corruption. For that crime alone, you deserve a fate much worse then death."

  Turning to face the people, the judge continued speaking. " I'm sure everyone gathered here today would like to see this man suffer. Unfortunately we don't have the time to give him thorough punishment. SO, we'll give this criminal what he deserved for a long time. DEATH"

  The executioner raised his hand. Out of no where, fire sprouted from his hand. The fire transformed into to an fiery axe.

  With his fiery axe he wings his arm down.

  My head falls and rolls on the floor. No blood spills because of the fire. It burned the wound as it cut down.

  This is how I died. Everyone saw my head flopped on the street.

  Unfortunately, Even if I wanted to I couldn't die.

  After they decapitated me, the executioner raised my head like a trophy, like if he just slay the enemy's general in a war and is celebrating victory.

  My head was chopped, but I could see everything. I could see how people cheered joyously at my death. I could hear as they screamed at my lifeless body.

  THE CRIMES THEIR COMMITING ME FOR ARE FAKE. IM INNOCENT.

  But they don't know that. Nobody knows. And I'll make sure it stays that way.

  I can't let them figure out the truth.

  There was no hope to begin with. We were doomed from the start

  The executioner lowers his arm that was holding my head, to his side then tosses it.

  My head rolls for a bit until stopping, my face pointing toward the sky. The last thing I see is a foot hovering over my head until it comes down, crushing my entire skull to pieces.

  I have no recollection of what happened after that.

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  Day 1

  I was just getting ready to go to bed and sleep when suddenly I was outside. Surrounded by the forest, I was confused. I was just in my room a second ago.

  Fortunately, I wasn't alone. Nearby there was someone else just as confused as I was.

  The other person seemed to just stood up.

  He was a man who looked to be in his 30s, brown hair blue eyes. He had on jeans and a wifebeater.

  When he finally noticed me, we both looked at each other skeptical.

  'Who is he?'

  'Why is he here?'

  'Why Am I here?'

  'Can I trust him?'

  'Was he the one that brought me here?'

  'WHY?'

  "Hey" I said in a surprisingly hostile tone.

  "Who are you?"

  "I'm Ethan......did you bring me here." He answered in a some what sluggish tone.

  'is he drunk!?' I thought as he spoke.

  "No, I didn't" I replied.

  "I'm just as lost as you are, i was gon-" I stop talking noticing he is now walking away sluggishly, mumbling nonsense.

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  The fucking bastard wasn't even paying attention to what I was saying!

  "Hey!" I run after him.

  "Wait up!"

  He starts to run as I chase him

  "No. FUCCKK OFFF" he says, as he runs, he trips over his own feet and eats shit.

  I catch up to him. Holding back my laughter but one leaks out as I speak "ha Why are you running."

  'Why did I chase after him?'

  Was it because I think he might help me......... no, it's just better if I'm not alone.

  Even though watching him fall did lift my spirits a bit, I was still scared. This place is quiet, too quiet.

  'This isn't normal, there should be atleast the sound of bugs or birds, but its eerily quiet'

  "Hey, come on get up." I kneel down and try to help him up.

  "I'm fine I'm fine" he says as he waves his hand.

  I still help him up anyway.

  ".....I'm Colt...." I said awkwardly. My mind was blanking on what else to say.

  "...Ooo....I don't feel so good" he says groggily.

  Before I have time to react he vomits all over me.

  "......" my body froze up instantly. I was enraged

  I tried to help this drunkard, and thanks to that I get covered in vomit!

  "You!" I let go of him. There was no way I was gonna help this bitch after throwing up on me. Or I least I tried to.

  This asshole was gripping on to me. He was even cleaning his face with the clean part of my shirt.

  "HEY GET OFF ME YOU DIGUSTING FUCK!"

  'Why is he so fucking strong! He has a death grip on my shirt. Damn it! He is stretching out my shirt!' I thought angerly.

  "Let GO." I punched him in the stomach and he keel over and sloch on the floor.

  He vomits a bit more before passing out.

  "......." I couldn't even say anything. I was so fucking pissed. HE JUST VOMITED ALL OVER ME, AND THEN PROCEEDED TO CLEAN HIMSELF WITH THE ONLY PART OF MY SHIRT THAT DIDN'T GET DIRTY!

  'Damn it! Why does it smell so bad! What did he even eat!?'

  I look around, I'm still mad but I can't push back the feeling that something is wrong, beside being outside in the middle of nowhere.

  'It's quiet, usually something like this happens when something scared off the animals.....but what could of it been?'

  "...." I stay silent, trying to hear for any sign of life.

  .................

  Nothing, absolutely slient. I don't even feel the wind against my skin.

  A feeling of dread washes over me.

  'Where am i?!' I shake my head skittishly.

  'What is this place?!' My legs are start feeling numb.

  'I want to go home.' The thumping in my chest was so loud it felt like my heart was beating out of my chest.

  Rustle.

  I heard something behind me.

  I looked back.

  Standing there was a horn rabbit.

  'Oh....its.......a rabbit?' I started to calm down.

  I was overthinking about what animal it could have been that scared off the wild life.

  But it seems I was just overreacting.

  I watched as the rabbit hop over to Ethan's body.

  He was still passed out so he didn't notice the rabbit approaching.

  I was about to sit down, until I saw the rabbit's face cut down the middle and open.

  From the exposed flesh, 2 eyes sprouted from what looks like a mouth, many sharp tentacles sprouted as well.

  I watched in shock as the rabbit transformed in this grotesque creature.

  Using one of its tentacles, it shoots one towards Ethan.

  It was faint but I barely heard a cracking sound as the rabbit punctured his skull.

  It punctured his skull soo smoothly and quietly that it took me a minute to register what had happened.

  It killed him. That thing killed him so easily.

  The rabbit pulled his tentacle out of his head.

  The rabbit opened it mouth wide and out of the exposed flesh, something was exiting.

  What ever 'IT' was, it was leaving the rabbits body.

  I watched as an Amoeba like creatured exited the rabbit.

  The creature was a mixture of dark red, red, and purple. It looked like bruised up flesh, with some parts of it looking almost black.

  'IT' threw away the rabbit like a ragdoll. The rabbit fell flat, then sank into itself, like if the inside of the rabbit were missing.

  From the hole it made, it entered Ethan's dead body.

  I watched as it slithered into his head like a snake.

  After it fully entered, there was silence.

  I could hear nothing coming from his body.

  'Am I ok......is it eating him?.....should I run?'

  I didn't need long to make my decision, as I started to see his body twich like crazy.

  I ran. Ran as fast as I could.

  'Fuck fuck fuck, what's happening, what was that, am I gonna die? Hell no, I can't die, I don't wanna die!!!!'

  I could feel the vibrations of every step shoot up my body as I ran. My lungs were burning, My body felt weak, my legs wanted to give out.

  'Why why why'

  'Why is this happening, how is this happening?!'

  'I can't stay here, I want to go home. I can't handle this, it's too much'

  I have the memory of 'it' killing him and taking over his body, burned into my eyes.

  'That can't happen, I don't want it to happen to me. I'm too young to-'

  I trip over a tree root and tumble over.

  'Shit shit no no NO!!"

  I twisted my ankle!

  I tried to get up but couldn't.

  'IT HURTS!!!'

  I kept trying, over and over.

  When I finally made my way on to my feet I heard a discoherent voice.

  "NO FuCk Off.....I Don'T feEl sO gOod."

  It didn't sound normal, it was as if they were just figuring out how to talk.

  I saw as 'Ethan' walked into my view.

  He was walking erratically towards me.

  I started to run, or atleast I tried.

  The fastest I could go was speedwalking.

  'NO NO. FASTER, COME ONNNN!'

  I looked back.

  There the creature was having a bit of trouble trying to stay on its feet.

  Its Drunk!

  Because Ethan was drunk, when the creature took over its body, it seems that the alcohol entered the creatures body. It's looks like it's now starting to take affect.

  But it's close, too close. Even though it's intoxicated, it's still much faster then me.

  'I won't be able to run from it, it's impossible, I need to do something else if I want to survive'

  I turn around, I wait for the creature to get closer.

  When it did, Ethans head snaped opened, it opened like a lid. I should have be able to see his brain, but all was an empty skull.

  Before the creature could do anything I desperately lunged at Ethan, tackling him down.

  I reach into Ethans Skull and rip out the creature.

  I gripped the creature with both hands with all my might.

  I didn't really know how I could kill it, or even hurt it.

  Without thinking I bite into the creature, swallowing a piece of it.

  It tasted disgusting. It looked like flesh but tasted nothing like meat.

  It tasted like sour milk. The kind that's been expired for months.

  Despite the taste, I bite into it again, but unlike before, it formed itself into a sphere and was as hard as a rock.

  It felt like It bent my teeth when I bite into it. But i didn't stop, instead I smashed it on the ground repeatedly, over and over and over and over again.

  Over and over again I slammed it to the ground, and everytime I did, the creature was getting more and more soft until it no longer felt hard and was no longer the shape of a sphere.

  I didn't stop until it felt like my fingers were gonna fall off.

  When I finally stopped, I noticed that the creature was already limp.

  '...its ...dead. I killed it'

  'I'm alive'

  "Ha...haha...."

  'Where am I, why am I not waking up, this has to be a dream. A dream, a dream a dream, A DREAM!!'

  "I wanna wake up....please" tears roll down my face as I start to cry.

  My fingers hurt. They fucking HURT. When I was slamming the creature to the ground I didn't care if my finger were hurt slaming the ground over and over again.

  I wanted 'IT' dead, I didn't want to DIE!

  Even trying to bend my fingers now was difficult, and the pain from my ankle was only increasing.

  When I lunged at the creature, I used both of my feet. Because of that, the injury feels worse.

  I cried, I was never that much of a strong person. I never seen somebody die, I've never been in a fight. For the must part I've never went outside my comfort zone or tried anything new.

  I've never really hurt myself. The most painful thing I've experienced is being hit in the face with a basketball

  'Stop stop. Why doesnt the pain stop. I can't handle it, it's too MUCH!!'

  SOMETHING WAS WRONG. IT'S HARD TO BREATH.

  "WH-"

  looking down at my chest I saw blood coming out of my left side of my chest.

  'IT, it stabbed me?!!'

  It punctured my left lung! Shit, how didn't I notice.

  'Atleast I'm safe for now.'

  Before I could do anything I hear the sound of growling behind me.

  Standing behind me was a pack of what looked like wolves, except the one in the middle seem to have what looked like a spike growing out of its back.

  I didn't even have time to react.

  The wolves pounced on me and ate me alive.

  "AAAAAAAAAAHHHH"

  I was just going to bed a few minutes ago. I was going to bed. Why why why.

  I felt as they rip out part of my flesh, my biceps, my calfs, my thighs.

  They rip open my stomach and rip my insides out. My intestines, everything! They spilled out of my body.

  "AAAAA-" my screams were cut short

  One of the wolves bite my neck.

  "............" all I could do was flail my body, as they ripped me apart.

  I don't want to die! Why, why me!

  It hurts IT HURTS.

  No matter much I was eaten alive, I didn't die.

  All my inside were gone, spilled all over the grass. My arms and legs were torn off, you can see the bones and ripped tendons.

  I couldn't do anything.

  All I wanted was to live, live a peaceful and painless life.

  And then, every went black.