Author's Note:
Yup another story, I couldn't help it, this idea just seemed too good to pass up and I had to start it and see what everyone thinks.
So yeah, new story, enjoy 3
They were used to the darkness, it was in everything, hiding waiting to take control.
It feeds on the fear, thrives in emotion, and consumes all.
The darkness is a disease no one can escape.
It's been spreading like wildfire, and this is only the beginning.
5 years before…
The wound was starting to act up again, the flesh around it itches while the deep scratches themselves burn with a pain that is hard to describe, but it hurts like hell.
"Hold still…Brittany stop squirming," Jeanette presses a firm paw to her wrist, holding her arm steady as their younger sister presses an alcohol pad to the wound, they all look like hell, and smell like it too.
Eleanor sniffs softly, unable to wipe the tears off her cheeks as she tries to slow the bleeding and stomp out infection, "T-They're gone…"
Jeanette's jaw clenches tightly, her purple irises glistening wetly in the dying light of their lantern.
The world has become cruel, it's been this way for nearly 300 hundred years now….humans were nearly wiped out by their own paranoia, their own fear, and selflessness, which gave birth to Creatures.
Beings born from the darkness dwelling within they thrived while men died, they feed off flesh and fear, tearing apart cities and slaughtering towns, they have taken over.
"Ellie…..we should've known this would've happened one day…..Dad was hurting for a long time…Mom knew he'd become one of them," Brittany reaches out with her free arm, wiping the flowing tears from her sister's cheeks as her throat tightens, her own eyes burning with the threat of tears.
"I'll take care of us…..don't you worry…
Present day…..
She knew it was here, the local town's people have numerous sightings of it and many have lost prized cattle and even family to the thing's hunger.
She'll have it's bloody corpse strung up in the square by noon.
"You really shouldn't have gone alone Britt, this thing took down a full grown bull, it can easily rip off your head in one bite,"
"I-It's going to eat her?!"
"Jeanette stop scaring our sister, I'll be fine, I've fought werewolves scarier than this thing remember?" Rolling her sapphire blue eyes skyward the auburn furred chipette turns down the volume on her headset, "Now be quiet,"
There were some of the survivors who were not affected by their fear, they learned to control it, meld it into something different, a weapon of sorts.
Those people trained their families and others how to fight back against the primal fear that dwells within ones soul, those people became a new race of people known as Symphonies, though most call them Slayers.
Brittany flexes her fingers, the familiar energy coursing through her body slides down her arms to gather between her fingers, manifesting to become sparkling white energy that ripples like liquid glass, the heat warms her to the core and she feels herself relax as the familiar soothing words roll off her tongue.
" Je suis la lamière," She breathes out, feeling the tingling sensation die down slightly until it becomes a soft warmth that courses through her arms.
The Creature she is hunting for is known as the Beast of Gèvaudan, a large canine like creature that seems to have been mixed with a large cat, it's known to have red fur with black markings along it's back, it's roughly the size of a young bull and has been terrorizing the small town nearby, it's been hunting it's villagers.
This hunt would be easy, these simple animal like Creatures weren't much of a fight, they didn't have a lot to work with when it comes to one on one fighting, lunging and clawing pretty much summed it up.
She continues to move on through the dense forest, the winding branches of the trees blocks out most of the sunlight, but small speckles of sun dot the earth beneath their mighty branches and blades of grass reach out eagerly for the sunlight, the dead leaves have long since decayed and the whole places smelled so lively and pleasant.
A Creature surely can't thrive here, can it?
"Brittany, I'm sensing something strange coming your way fast, I think its-,"
Something solid smashes right into her, sending her crashing to the earth with a pained grunt as all the air is knocked clean from her lungs, a few areas on her body burn in pain as the hairy beast's hot breath bears down on her, it reeks of decay.
"Lamière !" Brittany shouts, thrusting her hand upright against the creature's ribcage, digging her fingers into it's flesh as a blot of light tears through it's mangy hide, the canine-cat roars in furious agony as it rears back on its hide legs, it doesn't even try lunging for her, but instead it takes off past her, nearly knocking her back over as she quickly stands to face it….only to find it disappearing into the shadows beyond.
"Uh Jean, is the Beast known to be skittish?" Brittany lifts her bloodied fingers to her ear, touching the almost invisible ear piece as she frowns, her brow furrowing as only static fills her ear.
"Normally it isn't, I'm afraid I may have frightened it off,"
Her body grows cold, the warmth of her energy seemingly evaporates into thin air as her gaze drifts to the right, barely catching the shadow of the creature before it moves, appearing in the corner of her left eye.
"Show yourself…." Her voice quivers slightly and she bites her tongue, mumbling a curse in her head as the shadow seems to evaporate into thin air, and someone steps over to her from her right.
She whirls, raising her hand to throw a wall of light towards the unknown presence, but nothing happens and her gaze meets burning embers as a crooked grin graces the stranger's face.
"Hello there, you're a long way from home aren't you?"
I know it may be a bit confusing at the moment but all will be explained!
Just keep reading away!
Translation
"I am light,"
"Light!"