Kronen Unleashed

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short story that I am in the process of writing. Any comments people wish to leave would be great. I would love to know what people think of this and where it might go, so I can ensure that I put some twists into the story line. (This is an author imitation piece of the one and only Stephen King!)

Submitted: July 08, 2007

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He is a man like no other. And there is a reason for that. Those dark maroon eyes don't belong to a human. His blackened skin is like that of no man. The small burns smothering his thin torso, are like no other seen before.

It isn't natural. It isn't human.

Kronen, isn't human.

* * *

"Ethan, get over ‘ere! Ya foods ready and I sure as ‘ell ain't bringing it to ya!"

Ethan wondered, not for the first time in his life, how he had ever ended up in Derry. He was an educated man, a man who was always destined for great things, as his mother used to always say. Yet, for some reason unknown to him, Derry had taken his fancy immediately and he had never once felt the need to leave.

Derry was an intriguing town, he had to admit. There were whispers of creatures lurking in the night, of vampires and hell houses. He had always had an undeniable interest in the supernatural, to his mother's disgust. She had always discouraged any interests that had no relation to law and crime.

"What would she know?" Ethan mumbled to himself, peeling his carefully toned body from the tattered diner furniture.

There was more to Ethan than the town of Derry knew. Millions of dollars worth of more.

* * *

Ethan groaned and dropped his head into his hands. The task of writing was getting harder every day. It was a complication Ethan wasn't used to. He didn't like it. Not one little bit.

He didn't know what had changed. Something had changed, that, he knew. He thought that maybe it was something in the atmosphere. That something around him changed. Changed drastically. For now, at least, he couldn't tell.

His thoughts were broken by the moaning whine of his front door hinges.

* * *

Kronen had no idea where he was. But he liked it. The stench of flesh was strong here.

His feet stepped silently through the thick forest. His thin body manoeuvring easily through the trees. Kronen knew, exactly, what he was doing. This wasn't the first time he had been reduced to this.

He tilted his face upwards, eyes closed and concentrated. A distinct smell came to him. His sense of smell was stronger than most people's. There was a reason for that.

Kronen darted forward. The sound of a child's laughter had caught his attention.

Grinning, Kronen licked his lips hungrily and followed the sound.

* * *

Ethan had given up. He just could not write at the moment. The interruption of his cleaner destroyed any chance he may have had of beginning his new novel.

He was wandering the dark streets now. His hands buried in his pockets. All sense of time had passed him, he had no idea how long he had been wandering. Derry was so peaceful at night. It intrigued him. Derry was usually such a busy little town. And yet at night, there was an unbroken silence that fell over the town, as if it were a blanket draped over a corpse.

Tonight was different though. Something, had changed. The silence was almost deathly silent. Unnaturally silent.

Ethan pulled his hands from his pockets and rubbed them together distractedly. He could feel a story coming on.

* * *

Kronen didn't know how long he had been asleep, but it was now dark. He had to be careful. They would be looking for him now. His absence would have been noted.

He glanced behind him at the shredded corpses. He had been lucky earlier, he had found not only a child, but an entire family. The taste of the warm flesh had been a treat for him. It had been a while since he had had this much freedom. It was intoxicating.

* * *

Ethan stopped abruptly. He had seen something move to the right of him.

Ducking behind the nearest parked car, Ethan crouched down on his knees and peered underneath. He just managed to glimpse a set of unusually small, ash-coloured paws run past.

Ethan gasped. He knew exactly what those paws belonged to. He should, he had written about them enough.

It was a hellhound.


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