It was the summer of 1997, the year when all this commotion began. Shadow
ghouls were unstoppable, forcing many villagers of Sand's Burrow to leave.
The majority left without hesitation, but some were convinced that they
would outlive this terror. One of the few was a journalist named Brian
Brian was 6'2. He had dark hair that was over-styled, and his glasses hid
his brown eyes. By working out often, Brian a good build. It had been
five years since he had seen his family. He wanted to see them again, but
no one was willing to come back to this terrorized village. Many of the
stubborn residents were leaving if not planning to leave soon. Brian would
too. He had tried everything he could to stop these creatures. He often
wrote about them in his journal entries. He even submitted several entries
to the press, none of them being published. They claimed that the story
was too fictional and it would draw readers away doubting that those
entries were true. He had tried calling the police in different areas, but
with all the prank calls they got, they took this as another one of them.
It was hopeless and Brian knew that. He sighed as he started packing.
As he was doing this, he thought back to what had happened and how those
ghouls had taken his parents. How angry it made him, how terrifying it was
to be there when it happened. They would pay for what they did. Brian was
sure of it. For now, he was more focused on leaving the area. It was
certainly not the easiest thing to do, especially if there were more and
more shadow ghouls prowling around. Some of the victims became shadow
ghouls so the population of these ghouls kept on growing. It also made the
target on the remaining people bigger.
Brian was nervous. He jumped at his shadow. He shook at the slightest
sound. Brian had been attacked before. Luckily, he escaped. However,
that incident would never be forgotten. It had almost cost him his life.
It was scary just thinking about it. He knew he should leave. He no
longer felt safe at home. Screams of horror no longer took him for
surprise. They were too common. "No! Please don't hurt me!"
He heard a voice call. He would have ignored it like the many others he
had, but this one, this one sounded strangely familiar. "Noooooooooo!"
Gone, another innocent life was gone forever. The creeping chill of the
voice gave Brian shudders. It echoed in his head, "Don't hurt me, hurt me,
hurt me." It frustrated him. He tried to ignore it like he had done
before, but he couldn't. Those few words kept haunting his mind. They
were like an unwanted song playing again and again unable to stop, like a
never fading echo. In fact, the echo got louder, louder, clearer each
time. But wait, there were more voices, more cries of helplessness.
"Stop!" "Help me!" "Don't leave me like this. Please!" Voices, more
voices all of them getting louder and louder, faster, more vivid, yet still
clear and able to be heard. The calls kept coming and did not seem to have
any sign of stopping.
Nothing like this had happened before. Occasionally, Brian would have a
flashback or two about the incident, but hearing the pleas of victims was
new to him. It was unnatural, it was frustrating, horrifying rather. The
voices didn't seem to even be around where Brian was. It could have been
as close as next door, or as far as out of town. Brian didn't know. He
couldn't judge. He couldn't stop them either.
Chills ran down his spine. It was another feeling Brian got. It wasn't a
good one. Nothing that happened in this village was anyway. These were
not cries of help. He felt another presence. The voices continued, but
they were engulfed by the new presence. This sense was strong, too strong
to be a good sign. It continued getting stronger and stronger
Terrified, Brian grabbed whatever he had packed and darted out of the door.
Something or someone was after him. He felt it. He was right. His
senses came to a conclusion- shadow ghouls! They were after him He just
knew, even without looking. He could see the evidence of their presence.
His shadow was quickly followed by three others. Brian panicked. Sweat
dripped from his forehead, but was quickly dried off by the wind he made by
running against it. He glanced back often, monitoring how fast he would
have to go to keep away from those ghouls. The voices were still in his
head, "Help!" "Come back!" "Are you going to let me die like this?" They
were disturbing but motivated him to run as fast as he could. He kept in
mind that what the voices stated could be him if the shadow ghouls caught
Brian must have looked back once too often. As a result, he slammed into a
corner of the building. He fell to the ground. The voices stopped, but
only for a second and they returned. He got up but it was too late. The
three ghouls surrounded him and they transformed into their human stature.
Brian had never been able to see his attackers before, but this time he was
able to, and he was glad. He would remember their appearances of course.
The first thing he noticed was that they all wore black from top to bottom.
There were black leather jackets, belts, sunglasses, leather pants, and
top hats. They all had very few features to distinguish them.
To say the most, one of them had a firm build. He was tall, very tall, and
by that, he was much taller than Brian was. Another one had bright red
hair you'd think he dyed it. He was shorter, but you could tell he worked
out. The third was the one with the best strength. He blond hair gleamed
in the light, though he tried to avoid it. They stepped closer and closer,
confident that he was trapped. Brian proved them wrong. With his fast
reflexes, he took out his pocket camera and flashed it directly in the
tallest ghoul's eyes. A severe exposure to light could permanently damage
a shadow ghoul's eyes. It could possibly blind them. While the ghoul's
were distracted, Brian darted out the door.
He headed for his car. Struggling in his pocket for his keys, he started
the engine and drove away. He was safe now, or so he thought.
Like any typical day, I wandered down the empty, dark streets of the city.
Broken Downtown it was referred as. It deserved that name. It had earned
it. Almost all the residents lived in apartments, all the residents that
were left that was. This town was treated like a dark alley that no one
would intend to venture into unless they absolutely had to. Me, I lived
wherever I could find shelter. It was far from a glamorous life from many
people's standards. It was more of an opposite, but I didn't care, as long
as I was not living in Sand's Burrow.
Shadow ghouls had taken over it. They had made it their convenient home,
and there was nothing anyone could or was willing to do about it. My
stubborn half brother just had to stay. Of course, what I have isn't
something to brag about, but living in your own home constantly fearing
death was another thing. At least I was more at ease. I continued
walking. There was an open market. This was the place to be if you wanted
the best deals. They sold practically everything, and the market was
crowded every time, guaranteed. It was a place for people who sold items
to make a few dollars and those who bought, to get a good price. There was
no property fee. I rarely saw police around here fine anyone. The worst
of the worst stayed around here, and I had become one of them.
I strolled past, trying to find something I could afford. Even though this
was the market, I still had trouble finding something I could buy. I made
a living though, just not one with a steady pay. Then, I saw an
opportunity to make some extra. I passed my payer to collect. Out his
wallet went. He didn't notice. Besides, he probably had a job. It was
someone who was able to buy a fine leather wallet. If he stole it, well,
easy come, easy go, either way, he'd get around. I needed the cash here
and now. I opened it up and found two twenties. Now we were talking. I
bought water, bread, some fruits and veggies, and left before someone had
the chance to rig me.
I didn't have to worry for at least a few more days, and I still had money
to spare. I quickly ate and continued to walk. I actually had no
destination, but walking helped me escape from my past. What was my past?
It had been so long ago I had forgotten. I remembered- no, I didn't
remember, I won't remember. This was why I came here in the first place.
I didn't need anyone. I was fine on my own. Connections made people
weak. They were the bars of a cage, and if there were enough, they'd trap
you. Call me selfish but I didn't care.
I looked in a shattered mirror down the street to see what I had become-
broken. That mirror was right. I brushed my brown wavy hair back with my
hands. Tears gathered in my brown eyes. They surrendered letting the
tears conquer my face. I realized what I had become- an independent,
incomplete, self-centered loner. No matter how free I was, there was
always something missing. I knew I needed someone, but whom could I turn
to. My parents had died at an early age, bickering at each other, and I
had a no good half-brother who wouldn't even listen to what I had to say.
The only person I had feelings for was my older brother, Tristan, but where
was he now? He had mysteriously left, and he never returned.
"What seems to be the matter?" A voice asked. I turned and found a woman
dressed in fancy black clothes wearing sunglasses. She had black hair, and
was the same height as I was. The rest was hard to describe about here
because of the way she dressed.
"Why do you care?" I inquired.
"Sad isn't it, not being able to let out those bottled up emotions, huh?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Let's face it. You have no dreams or goals, no friends and no family.
You're singled out."
What she just told me made my mind go blank. "How do you know?"
"I'm one of them, a shadow ghoul. You should know what those are by now."
"I don't know who you think you are, but stay away from me you conceited
creep!" I ran, as fast as I could, but I was only stopped by that shadow
"Look, you don't have that many options. I tried asking nicely, but if
that's the way you want to be, I can make your world so much bleaker than
it already is."
"Oh, and how would you do that?" I cynically remarked.
"That's right, I can't since it's hopeless anyway."
There and then, I snapped. I threw a punch at her, but my fist was only
stopped. I was paralyzed.
"Listen," she told me, she lowered my arm. "I can help you. I can help
you find your brother."
"You know him?" I asked surprisingly.
"Of course, he's well known in our group."
"He's one of you?"
She nodded. There was a slight pause.
"How do I know that's true?" I asked.
"Here, he gave you a note." She replied.
I read it and recognized his writing. Seeing that I had no future anyway,
I agreed and followed her.
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