First off - This is not a story by me. It's by a friend of mine who cant upload it to her account because of the two day wait =/

Were sharing this account now, so while she works on this one, I'm going to be working on the sequel to "A New Life" -Yours truly, Flesheater.

P.S. Her account name, and name for the author to this story is "VengeanceMonger"

"I do apologize mam, but we are going to stick with another choice for this job." Said a man in a business suit.

"No, please, please, please. I need this job desperately. Nobody else will hire me." I said, almost getting down on my knees to beg.

"It's not that you don't fit the qualifications, it's just that your...general appearance does not fit the person we are looking for. Once again, I do apologize." He replied, in an annoyed tone of voice.

I gave in with a sigh before walking out of his office. That was the fourth job I applied to, and everyone told me the same thing "My appearance doesn't qualify". To Hell with them. I shouldn't have to change the way I dress for a job. They should just be thankful I don't wear my colored contact lenses.

Ive asked everyone who denies my request to be hired for recommendations, but the only recommendations I get are "Wait until Halloween and find a costume store". I didn't even bother asking this guy, because I already knew the answer.

I got into my car and was about to head home before looking into my rear view mirror.

I pushed my neon green hair to the side and stared into my own eyes, thinking about what would happen if I got rid of the piercings, the clothes, and the colored hair.

Screw them. Appearance shouldn't matter, but with this stupid world its only opinions that count for jobs.

I shook my head and adjusted the mirror before leaving, and I popped in a Grendel me, dark electronic music was the best by far.

Once I got home I unlocked the door, and tossed my bag on the couch, before sitting down to take off my combat boots.

Luckily I didn't have to put up the the annoying grief from my mother and her new husband, whom I despised.

They were off on vacation to some beach for the month.

HURRAY! Peace and quiet for me.

The clock read 8:19 P.M.

Staying up late was a hobby of mine, well I guess that's one of every 18 year old's hobby.

I lived in a two story house, in a small area. The nearest house was about a 4 minute drive. No friends whatsoever, besides those long distance friendships with random people you meet on Facebook.

Sometimes being alone is fun, but other times its complete torture. I'd go to school but, well I already graduated, so that marks that off the list of ways to meet people.

Turning on the T.V, I got a Coke from the fridge and turned on the Sci-Fi channel. I loved the Sci-fi channel, especially the cheesy special effects.

A movie called "Troll 2" came on.

"There eating her...and then there going to eat me! Oh my goooooooodddddd!"
*Little trolls start pigging out on a blob of green goo*

"What the Hell am I watching!" I asked myself as i switched to the Chiller channel.

Hurrah! A classic horror film was on, "Psycho". I loved this movie.

"Once again, I love peace and qui-" I was saying to myself, before a loud thump was heard from upstairs.

At first, I ignored it, thinking it was just a squirrel or something, but then I heard more thumps, which sounded like someone massive walking on the roof.

I couldn't do anything but stare up at the ceiling.

*SCREEEEECH*

I heard one of the upstairs windows being opened, you know the kind that make that annoying sound because they are old? Kind of like running nails on rusty chalkboards.

That's when I heard foot steps walking upstairs.

Slowly, I stood up and walked to the stair case, making sure I was aware of my surroundings.

As I started to ascend the stairs, creaking sounds were heard from my feet, causing me to stop in my tracks.

I tried to walk up the other side of the stair I was on, but sure enough, *CREAK*.

"oh to hell with this" I said as I walked up the stairs normally, giving up the idea to be as quiet as possible.

A cold breeze greeted me as I stood in front of the window, which caused me to fold my arms across my chest.

After closing the window, I felt something cold touching my feet. I lifted my leg and rubbed my foot against the palm of my hand.

What is this? I asked myself as I stared at the glowing green liquid. It was warm and gave off a familiar scent.

I examined it as much as I could before realizing it made a trail going down my hallway, and into my room.

Then it struck me, I had completely forgotten that someone was in my house.

If someone was in my room, they would pay if they broke anything.

I walked towards my door and reached for the handle, and as I turned it slowly, clicking noises from behind my door startled me on a high level.

I swung the door open and backed up fast, hoping that some psycho wouldn't jump out and butcher me.

But nothing happened. No noises. No movement.

Walking towards my room, once again becoming aware of my surroundings, I looked around everywhere, not seeing a thing. Just then, as I looked into my mirror, I noticed 3 red glowing dots on my forehead, followed by a loud clicking noise from about 3 feet away.

I looked in the direction of the clicks and saw nothing.

Once again, I looked in the mirror, not seeing the three red dots.

I looked down and saw the green substance on the floor going in the direction behind me, as if someone had walked around me without seeing them.

I turned around and what I saw made me back up into the wall.

In front of me was a 7 foot tall...thing with dread-locks for hair, a built body, a mask like thing, and it was covered in metal armor of some sorts.

It wasn't moving...Just standing there, watching me as it made odd clicking sounds.

I wasn't moving either. Who would try to run from something this big, counting the fact that it was standing in front of the door.

As I made a slight move accidentally, the creature turned on 3 red lights from its mask, aiming at my heart, and got into a defensive stance.

I didn't see the thing on its shoulder before. But I soon realized it was like a gun of some sorts.

It clicked again, and I closed my eyes, awaiting death...

Thats it for the first chapter. This is my very first story EVER. I hope you like it, please comment or whatever its called. - VengeanceMonger