Maestro Diablo pt 1

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Yeah I wrote this story one day after finishing the darren shan's demonata series and I just wanted to add to it. This takes place between when Grubbs is not born or is a little child.

Submitted: September 22, 2010

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Darkness and then a blood curled scream. A woman is being chased as she runs down a street and into a dark alley. A beast is chasing her, it’s right behind her breathing on her neck enjoying the fear and terror of this human. She can’t get away from it she knows it’s finish but she holds on to what little hope she can, hoping to get away, hoping to find someone to help her. She reaches a dead end and beings to sob and scream for help while facing this beast. The sight of it is horrible, the torso of a human and the legs of a lion, the arms are black and spiking with four razor sharp claws. The face is the worst sight of all, a monstrosity if you will, with sharp blazing eyes, blooding dripping from it’s mouth, jagged teeth sharp enough to crush bones and to easily rip and tear flesh. She thinks she’lldie a horrible death, being feasted upon by this creature, but this beast has a more grizzly idea.
Darkness and then a blood curled scream. A woman is being chased as she runs down a street and into a dark alley. A beast is chasing her, it’s right behind her breathing on her neck enjoying the fear and terror of this human. She can’t get away from it she knows it’s finish but she holds on to what little hope she can, hoping to get away, hoping to find someone to help her. She reaches a dead end and beings to sob and scream for help while facing this beast. The sight of it is horrible, the torso of a human and the legs of a lion, the arms are black and spiking with four razor sharp claws. The face is the worst sight of all, a monstrosity if you will, with sharp blazing eyes, blooding dripping from it’s mouth, jagged teeth sharp enough to crush bones and to easily rip and tear flesh. She thinks she’ll of a horrible death, being feasted upon by this creature, but this beast has a more grizzly idea.
I never really liked people, I mean sure I love my family and I like my friends, but for the most part that’s about it. My names Ryan Hunt and I’m 16 years old and I live a pretty normal life. I go to highschool, I play sports, and I hang with friends, normal. I have some cool friends like Jason and Chad, or better know as the afro ninja and the wolf man, I have a stupid nickname to bigfoot, since I the biggest kid in my grade and I wear size 16 shoes you can see why the name sticked. What brought me on the topic about me and humanity is pretty clear, there’s this kid named Josh Mcgowan, a real jerk always pushing me in lockers, picking on me in class. I hate this kid and I mean I really HATE this kid. Just the other day he called me a fatass and that I should lay off the cheese burgers. This is what brought me to the conclusion that I don’t like people. I know it’s not fair that one person ruined it for the whole human race, but it’s not just that. I hate being in crowded places where there are so many people and not enough space to move at all, when this happens I become very angry and just not myself. I really don’t care for my fellow man, I just want to be far away from humans. My parents love me, even my sister but I feel alone, like I’m on a different planet. That’s one of the strange things I think about when I’m lying in bed, trying to fall asleep every night. Today is no different, I’m walking around at school just thinking about how much I want to be rid of this worl… HEY PUSSY. It’s Josh, my daily tormentor, he pushes me in a locker and begins to yell at me. I would yell for help, but sadly no teacher cares and neither do the students, not even my friends. I always have to deal with him myself, another reason why I hate humans. Since Josh’s mom is the superintendent (AKA the person who can fire any of the teachers) all the teachers are afraid to intervene, they wouldn’t risk there jobs to help me. So now I’m stuck with Josh and theres nothing I can do or I’ll get expelled, why are humans so easily corrupted and scared, it really pisses me off. Josh is still yelling but I’ve lost interest, he gets my attention back when he starts hitting me. He’s gotten worst now, it use to be a few times of me being pushed into a locker and some name calling, but now he’s gotten more physical and I’ve been dreading school so much more. Even my parents are afraid to intervene, they know how powerful Josh’s mom is and there to scared to tangle with her. So when I come home from school and they see how bruised and beaten I am they just look the other way and ignore the scars. I’m in bed looking up at the ceiling, tears running down my eyes, what did I do to deserve this. A voice comes out of no where “you having done anything to deserve this”, my room darkens a black mist is around my bed and I feel, energy some type of energy? A figure appears infront of my bed, I can only see the silhouette of this being but I can tell it has 8 arms, there all stretched out and they have spiny fingers. This thing has no legs, the only other thing I can see from this silhouette are these bright red eyes. My eyes are attracted to this being’s eyes it begins to communicate with me again, “you don’t deserve any of this, none of my brethren do”. His voice is sad and miserable, at first I think I am going to be abducted by this alien, it laughs like I told a joke “no I’m not an alien, and I’m not here to abduct you. I’m here to set you free, from this torment”. Two things run thru my mind one he can read my thoughts SWEET, and two he’s going to help me deal with Josh, relief rushes thru me when I hit this conclusion. Before I can speak again the silhouette talks “I can not stay here much longer, if you require my help take my hand”, one of his arms reaches out towards me. I don’t know what this thing is or what it can do to me, but strangely enough I feel at easy, more then when I am around my parents. I trust him and put my huge hand into his and I instantly feel a static charge run thru my body, it doesn’t hurt but it’s not pleasant either. It let’s go of my and hand and says “ it’s done, it will work in a week or two, be patient” and with that he was gone. I look at the hand I gave to him, nothings different. I then recall what he called me, brethren?

TO BE continued...


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