Authors Note: This is my first Creepture (Corrupted Creature) fanfic. If there is slight OOCness, feel free to tell me in the comments and I'll make sure to fix it next chapter!
Aleks's P.O.V.
I ran down the slick muddy hill, the rain making it a struggle to see 6 feet in front of me. My blood and rain soaked clothing stuck to my skin, making it harder to run. I was breathing heavily, the pain making me feel as if I was suffocating. My left thigh and shoulder were screaming in pain from the large gashes that were left by Kevin while I was trying to escape. I had made it out of his house before it started to rain, which meant there was a trail leading him towards me. However, it was raining now, and the only thing he could go by is his senses. I gasped as the ground gave away, causing me to slip in the mud and rag-doll down the hill into the awaiting forest below. I laid on the ground on the ground for a moment, before beginning to rise up. I tensed, as I heard someone calling from the top of the hill, "Aleksandr~! If you come back, I won't hurt you~!". I got up and stumbled deeper into the woods, knowing better than to trust his words. Last time I did, he carved 'KE' into my shoulder blade. I stumbled into a clearing, unable to run anymore, as I collapsed onto my hands and knees, crawling over to a tree and sitting under it to let myself calm down, and get a chance to breathe. I tried to listen past my heaby breathing and the rain for any signs of Kevin coming, calming slightly when I didn't hear him. I closed my eyes, cradling my damaged shoulder carefully as both blood loss and pain started taking me into a harsh sleep. The last thing I could remember hearing was two arrows getting lodged in the bark just beside my head in the tree.
Jordan's P.O.V.
I shot two arrows near a boy that had just crawled to a tree, he seemed wounded, a simple kill or capture sure, but I just wanted to get out of the accursed rain, screw fresh meat, I'm not eating him anyways. I noticed he didn't move from his spot, causing me to walk over, my bow ready with three arrows if he suddenly attacked. I stopped in front of him, noticing how familiar he looked. I slung my bow over my shoulder, and dislodged the arrows from the tree with my hands, putting them in my quiver. I took my tomahawk out, lightly pushing his head to the side with the blade to get a better look, trying to put a name to the face. He flinched violently, still unconscious though. I lifted him up from the ground, one arm under his back, the other under his legs, after putting my tomahawk back in the quiver with the arrows, and I began heading back to the house, continuing to carry him in the same position. As I got closer, I tried to guess his age and race, I always unintentionally did this with every victim, but I feel like if Sly has a conversation with this one, he wouldn't tell me anything. Sly usually was the one who would converse with any of the younger or injured victims.
As I approached the house, I felt a presence on my left, but I ignored it at first, heading up the walk-way. I felt something tugging at my soul to get my attention and growled, "Seamus, leave me alone." I hissed, feeling the boy flinch violently again, "Don't touch him either, what happens to him is up to Sly.". I heard him statically cackle as he went into the house to tell the others and sighed. Sometimes I wish he was human so I could kill his reaper ass. I entered the house, the boy almost getting tackled out of my arms by James. I dodged his attack, "Hold your horses!" I snapped, walking into Sly's room, I quietly placed the boy on the working table, hearing Sly in the corner preparing. His back was facing me, but I knew he knew I was there. I quietly slipped out of the room to let him work, sighing as Ze walked over, smoke and ash coming off of him like he just rolled in a burning building for six hours. He smiled eagerly at me, "I filled my gas tank for later." He informed me, gesturing to the large flame thrower on his back. I solemnly nodded, "We'll need it..." I muttered, pushing past him. I needed to get these weapons off, and change.
Sly's P.O.V.
I turned around and walked over to the table, examining the boy. I guesstimated the amount of adrenaline and morphine I'd need to keep him from dying on me early, or so we won't pass out, and to make sure he couldn't move. I latched his arms and legs to the table for good measure, gently pulling his hair out of his face. I sliced his cheek with my scalpel to wake him up. The boy yelped a little, waking up. He looked around, his brown eyes dilating he looked at him, his lip quivering slightly, "Wh-where am I? W-Who are you?" he asked, obviously trying to move. His eyes widened as he realized, "Why can't I move?" I smiled, slightly sympathetic of him, just looks so disappointed and hopelessly lost.
"Your location isn't something you can know." I said smoothly, "My name is Sly, you cannot move because you have been drugged." I replied, wiping the cut on his cheek, "What's your name? How old are you?" I asked, examining his face. Looked familiar.
He watched me for a second, before responding "M-My name is Aleks.. w-with a 'ks'...I-I'm 20..." he murmured, his eyes full of fear, "W-what are you going to do?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly from anxiety. I ignored his question.
"Where are you from?" I asked, letting go of his face.
"I-I'm from Russia..." Aleks responded, becoming a little calmer. I nodded slightly, cleaning my knife unconsciously, "Why were you in the woods, Aleks?" I asked, cutting his hoodie off. I heard a faint whimper from him, and I guessed he didn't want that to happen.
"I-I was running" I herd him mumble. I walked over to his lower half, noticing the blood on his thigh, making his pant leg stick to his leg like glue would stick to paper. I began to cutting the pant leg off, scrapping his skin slightly. He tensed, trying to move again. I walked back over to his top half, pulling his shirt up, which was soaked in his own blood as well. "I-I was running from someone... a-a madman.." he murmured, tensing as I picked up the scalpel again and began scratching and tracing his bony chest and sunken in stomach, drawing out the incision areas, he was obviously starved. He struggled a little more, and cried out in pain. I scoffed, noticing all the scars he had already, and whoever did it must have not had a steady hand like mine. I stopped after a few minutes, watching him calm down a little. I looked at him dully as he shook like a freezing kitten.
"A madman, huh?" I asked, looking at his bleeding chest. He just nodded at first, before speaking "Y-Yes... but I seem t-to h-have fallen i-into the h-hands of another madman..." Aleks said, sort of accepting this fact. I growled a little, not amused by the fact he was just okay with the fact I was going to kill him. Not really noticing it, I stabbed him in the thigh with the scalpel, listening to his screams in pain as I twisted it and yanked it out. I grinned slightly, satisfied with the fear I put in him now. I looked at him, chuckling darkly.
"Why was he chasing you?" I asked, feeling my rage weaken. I started fixing up some more morphine and adrenaline for him, just in case. Aleks struggled a little, tears starting to form, as he didn't answer for a few minutes again, "H-he captured me a long time ago, keeping me prisoner...H-he would torture me for escaping.." He gasped out as I injected the needle into his arm, "H-he would carve a letter of his name into my shoulder blade..." he trailed off a little, flinching as I jerked the needle out.
"Well Aleks," I said, brushing the hair gently out of his face once more with my blade, "Your suffering is drawing to an end...any requests?" I asked, changing to my knife and cleaning it. Aleks gulped a little, wiggling before he gave up. He looked at me desperately.
"M-Make it quick.. Please..." he pleaded, tears now running down his face freely, "I've s-suffered enough.." I felt a slight tug at my emotions from how he said it. I looked away, barely hearing his second request. "A-and...kill K-Kevin for me..." I looked at him, seeing a bit of flame in his eyes as he said that. I smiled a little, liking the sight of flame in a victim's eyes. I walked over to my table, getting a smaller scalpel and gauze. I walked back over, not saying anything to Aleks as I leaned over him and started carving Sly into his arm, next to his still bleeding stab wound on his shoulder. He yelled in pain, struggling unconsciously against it, messing up my y. I finished a moment later, waiting for him to calm down, and the tears to stop flowing, before speaking. He gasped for air, shaking still. I grew impatient and began wrapping all of his wounds in the gauze, not caring much for his small shrieks of pain. I unlatched his arms and legs after he calmed once more, and helped him up. Aleks looked at me with confused eyes, "W-Why are you letting me go..?" he asked as I checked his leg for anything broken.
"I'm not letting you go completely, Aleks. I'm claiming you, welcome to the Creatures. If you do not comply to the rules I set out for you, I have to kill you." I said solemnly, standing up.
Aleks' P.O.V.
I quickly nodded, at the moment, not caring what the rules were. Sly helped me stand up, letting me lean on him a little as he lead me out. I tensed as I was greeted by a rather tall man with teeth like a shark's, and blood covering him. He frowned disappointingly, looking at me, then Sly, "I refuse to eat live food." he hissed.
Sly just smiled, "James, meet Aleks." he purred, slightly pleased with himself for some reason. James just snorted,
"I refused to meet my food too." he said arrogantly. Sly frowned,
"He's not your food." he said.
"Then what is he?! A target for practice?" James snapped, becoming irritated. I hid behind Sly slightly, becoming scared of James.
Sly sighed tiredly, "He's a new family member," he mused, putting an arm around my shoulders, making me wince a little in pain. James looked at me, then back at him, trying to find the joke in this.
"A new family member." He repeated, looking at me again, "You're telling me, that this cowering child will be a member of our group? What do you think this is?! A lost cause take in?!" he asked, his voice raising a little. I gripped Sly's arm a little, not sure if I was supposed to respond or not. Sly patted my head, leading me to a chair, and had me sit down, putting his hand out in a gesture for me to stay, sort of how a owner would do to their dog. He slowly backed away, keeping his hand out to make sure I understood. I hear James growl, "Now you're training him? What's next? You'll give him a tag with a return address?" He asked sarcastically. Sly shrugged, petting my head in reward for staying seated.
"Probably." he murmured, standing up straight, "Let's go talk about this in private." he said to James, gesturing to me to stay while walking into a room with James. I stay seated, too afraid to get up anyways. The two left, entering the other room, leaving me all by myself with a door just a few feet away.