Mosnster in the dark: prolouge

            He was pulled closer and closer until he could bear it no longer. Kicking out with his free leg the break of the impact set him loose. The darkness of the room engulfed his figure as he scrambled to his feet hiding behind what felt like a dresser his eyes slowly adjusted and he could faintly depict what all was in the desolate room, but he had no time to ponder for there was a loud crash to where he was running from.

 The creature lifted its brute head through the small passage way. He held his breath unable to move his mind disabled from the rest of his body. His heart slowed his breath faint and cold, his lungs frozen in the sands of time. Legs stiff, cold sweat ran down his whole exterior, his mind buzzed swirled with thoughts of escape. Escape from this place, this spot, this inescapable curse. But he could think of none what so ever.

 “Clash,” glass bottles shattered to the floor along with a trickle of blood. He braced himself ready for anything, but ready for nothing, inexperienced and afraid he took a slow reassuring breath and froze, the dragon like head of the creature turned and twisted. The basilisk like movements of the creature jerked and wobbled its tongue slithered licking scents from the air organizing them, matching them.

 Nostrils flaring, the dark skin was difficult to see in the poor lighting of the tiny room. The strong stench of rotting flesh filled the small room, decay devoured him. A shiver shot down his spine. He shuddered. The tense atmosphere was distilled. The silence deafening he fell deeper into the pit which was his same fate. The creature which searched so relentlessly suddenly jerked it’s head every which way the disease ridden saliva that dripped from the tip of its mouth sizzled as it met the cool touch of the oak floor.

It slithered over the confusion of items its claws ticking and tacking. The boy sat still, rigid, residing in his hiding place until the exact moment that seemed perfect for his escape. The grotesque mutation of what used to be an animal head lay stuck in the creatures back claws, the creature totally unaware of the boys hiding spot. He saw this as his chance he shifted his feet quietly, the faint singe of pain ran up his leg he touched his ankle only to meet a warm, liquid feel and a gash in his left ankle. Blood! He was bleeding, but how, his thoughts ran mad. But then all was quiet, he looked up only to see that the spot in front of him was dead still with nothing there.

Gone in a wisp of smoke that he longed to control. Relief and worry overflowed through him, but that was soon replaced with the sensation of utter fear when he felt something cold, dense, and sharp to the touch that pricked the point of his neck. The split-second sent him sprawling toward the exit, but he was much too slow compared to the supernatural speed of the horrific creature. He was out in the open, he was vulnerable, he was too late. Through the crack he glimpsed the mass of dead bodies that had undergone the infections that suffered, the diseases, the people that were slain by creatures such as these.

He could see it clearly now the dragon like head, the komodo body. The massive claws protected by skin as thick as iron, the serpentine tail that whipped and lashed. The rotting skin that peeled off the sides of the deformed body. The red eyes glared a hole right through his head, intimidating, convulsions ran through the boy shocking him, surprising him, tears fell down the sides of his cheeks, light shone through the small opening, casting dust particles that took the form of fairies that came from a far off distant land dancing, swaying in the air carefree and full of will. As if these thought were suppose to make him feel better, but they didn’t make him feel better they made him feel worse. It made him long for the outside world, even though… even though that all he would find could be death from the decaying process that had begun to filter throught the core of this very planet. It was all the monsters fault and he would be the last one standing. The creature continued to stare intently through him.

The hues of its pupils changed from red to gray and back to red. The suspension was all terrifying. He was transfixed by the hypnotic eyes as they flickered back and forth in an eternal rhythm.

 The last thing he saw was the glint in the monsters eye and the deep thrash of claws against his unwary skin. Blank, darkness once again took over.