CH 1 - The Pale Gremlin

The gremlin in the original video. Once again referencing my friends youtube channel. Sadly.

I've been running for what feels like years, centuries even. I have no recollection of who I am or where I came from, I have only knowledge of my race, I am a witch. I found what seemed to be a quiet, tame clearing, and decided to settle for a moment, but I never would have imagined this solemn area would be my final resting place. I suddenly felt my skin crawl as if it were a layer of worms wrapping my bones, and the entire plot became breathtakingly freezing, so cold that I couldn't even find the strength to speak without my teeth chattering to the point where my words were garbled and broken. I had a brief moment of déja vu, as if I was familiar with this feeling, but just as it suddenly came, it was gone, and all it left me with was more questions. I got up and continued to run, hoping that whoever or whatever was in that strange place would leave me the hell alone. 

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 I am a hunter. I work under an organization against the supernatural creatures that plague our world with their existence. I once encountered a witch that was leading against us for the beliefs we carry about his race, he escaped me, but not before I was able to beat him senseless. I had not heard word of him until today when somebody sent for us about a man fitting his description mumbling distorted pieces of words, wandering about aimlessly. I took the job and found him around where the sender mentioned, he was filthy and drenched in sweat that glistened against the light of the sun, appearing completely devoid of any stamina, good, that would enable me to dispose of him with ease. I crept up behind him bearing nothing more than my two hands. I was going to tear him limb from limb, I can see it now, puddles of rose red fluid gleaming in the radiance of the daylight, a truely beautiful contrast of horror and grace. As soon as I had closed in he started to shake violently, he could feel my presence. Every beast like him has an awareness spell failsafe so they know when to tuck tail and run. He got up and dashed forward the first chance he was given like the piece of trash he was. I would not allow this, if I had to chase him until the end of days to demonstrate to him the color of his blood, then so it would be.

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Running, running forever, running endlessly, I felt as though I was stuck in an eternal loop, haven't I been here before? Didn't I already see this area? I gave up and let my legs collapse for a moment, completely exhausted, 'I hope I finally freed myself of whatever that was' I thought. Almost immediately after my thought the feeling came back, more potent than the mountain air, I knew that I would never have time to run so I rose and turned to face my pursuer. My eyes were met with another pair, these eyes were grey and bloodshot, the man in front of me was bald and lanky with skin as pale as the winter snow and as rough as a lizards scales, a tattoo stretched up his left arm that looked like some form of insignia. I suddenly felt my head start to smolder, the agony continued as I fell to my knees, memories were flowing back into my mind. 'This man, this man stopped me from completing a task, it was important, important, come on THINK!'. My thoughts were cut short by an immense impact to my already throbbing head, my vision became clouded and narrow, "come on witch!", he said, "fight me! Show me your 'power' you all claim to have you sack of s**t!". I felt another blow to my head, my ribs, pressure on my chest, I was being bludgeoned and crushed underfoot, humiliated.

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I stared through the pathetic bug beneath me, a mere shadow, an insolent nothing waiting for the swatter to come down upon him. The pressure of my boot was strengthening against the chest beneath, I would soon get to witness my perseverance take root and produce the results I desired. My ears were deprived of any outside disturbance, I heard nothing but the sound of my preys ribs buckling. He whispered something, was it, "mercy"? I could care less, he was but a simple field mouse confronting a tiger, this outcome was inevitable. He grabbed my leg and twisted with the last pathetic burst of strength he could muster. I descended to the ground, but it did not take me long to return to my feet. He would not escape me again. Before he could think of running I was tackling him back into the ground, and as he kicked and flailed violently, all I could do was laugh. "this is the end", I said, "this is where being born what you are has brought you, now do this world a favor and die". With that, I drove my elbow into his already injured ribs, I felt them crack beneath my arm as he spit a bright crimson from his mouth. He was finished.

Author's Note

Work in progress motherfuckers.

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

Check your spelling m**********r.

I could read more of this. I wonder how long you last?

[Nick Dahlburg]

I'm planning on continuing the stuff I've started on this account, I'll check my spelling, thanks for that. And I'll update as often as I can get on this site, I've been busy and my internet was also recently cut off.

[Davidgeo]

"recollection" .... it's not so bad on the spelling. I find it a useful exercise to constantly revise a thing with the mind of minute mistakes. Not just to clean that particular piece, but to make the rest of the unwritten parts more coherent in your mind when you get around to writing them. I don't write books or stories but I constantly read my oldest poetry just to make sure my train of thought is consistent. That might of all been bullshit, I just got done with a lot of exercise. My shoes hurt.

[Davidgeo]

So, check your spelling m**********r.

[Nick Dahlburg]

Gotcha. Thanks for the advice, I'll definitely take it. And good job on the exercise, I should but I don't.