Burning buildings

Blood stained dirt

Dark skies

Bodies everywhere

I remembered it to vaguely, the mere sight of what was part of me now gone. It was taken from me, destroyed and gone. Out of everything I saw that day, there was one thing that will, and always stick to me. Seeing her body…laid down on the ground…covered in red.

"Momma?"

My voice whispered through the flickering flames of death and despair that have surrounded me. What was once a happy place, full of colors and joy…was now a wasteland of death. Bodies of men, women, and children laid down on the ground. Their blood infusing with the dirt, creating a different shade of brown.

I remember stepping into the wet mud, how my feet sank a bit. You know how the mud becomes a mushy feeling underneath your feet when it rains. It was just like that, only instead of the soothing scent of the ocean sky, I was greeted by rotting flesh.

Everything was gone, everyone was gone, I was left.

I was all that remained.

"MOMMA!?"

I always wondered why I shouted for her again. Why I thought she was somewhere in the abyss of corpses. Then again, children are foolish, we believe in hope when there aren't any. And at that time, I was foolish, especially for thinking my mother was alive. I soon learned the truth…when I found her corpse.

It laid there, lifeless. I can still remember her eyes, what was once full of life, now drained of its joyful essence. She was gone, I didn't need to be a genius or someone special to see that she was dead. However, I did need a new set of eyes because I didn't notice the monster's who did this was right behind me.

"Hey, I thought you killed all of them!"

A voice that belongs to a man shouted. Looking over my shoulder, I saw them. Two men in skin-tight clothes, the size of a boulder, with faces only mothers could love. Meta-creatures, humans that have accepted to become monster. It was god's mistake to give us powers, and now we are being punished for them.

"Get her!" One of the two men shouted. Without hesitation, I turned around and ran. I ran straight back to my small house made of wood and dirt. Opening the door, I closed it shut quickly. Slamming it, creating a loud sound that could wake the dead. Or worse, tell those things where I was.

Throwing the hook on the door to lock it, I ran straight to my parent's room. Just as before, I crawled into their closet, hid inside their clothes chest, then closed my eyes as I embraced the heat of the box. It was so hot in there, with no oxygen but the small gust of air from the keyholes.

The weight of my mother's dress and father's pants weigh heavily on me. Adding to the heat that surrounded my body. I felt trapped, but at the same time safe. They didn't know where I was, no one found me during the raid, if this box protected me then it will do so now. Or so I thought.

"Found you."

The voice from earlier spoke. My body jolts upwards, reaching for the top. Only to be stopped when the top did not move. Quickly, my body begins to move against the wooden cage. Kicking the side, clawing the corners, I was trying to do everything in my power to break free. But sadly, I couldn't break free.

I could hear them laughing at me, watching me from the outside as I tried to escape. Taking enjoyment out of my pain. From then to this day, I still believe meta-creatures are sadistic monsters who should be put down like sick near death dog. They shouldn't be able to live, to give your humanity up for power is bad. But to make other's suffer just like you is worse, and for that, they all must die.

"What do you think we should do with him?" One of them said in a happy tone of voice.

"I say we sell him, he's young, he can work in the mines." The other one said. Did he just call me he?

"No, he's too small. Plus we have to feed him a lot to work, lets just cut him up and sell his body parts to witches. I am sure they will pay a heavy price for the O.F.A clan." The first one said. At that moment, my heart sank, I wanted to vomit! Or maybe it was the lack of air around me that made me sick. Whatever the reason, I wanted to run away until my legs gave in. I wanted my mom and dad so bad…so bad.

"Get the fucker out, the movers should be here soon." The second one said. I remember moving my body on my back. Staring up at the top of the box, the thought of it opening made my heart race. The blood from feet started to drain, I know it did because the feeling had disappeared.

Is this was death? Were they going to kill me? Of course, they were! They didn't care if I was a child. Hell, they just killed everyone in my village, I was nothing to them…

so why should care if they lived?

The second the top opened, and I saw their ugly grins…I snapped. Or morally...I caused one of their heads to snap off their large body.

When the top of the box opened for them to find me, I placed my index finger and middle finger together, before flicking them upwards. Creating a large push of painful energy from my fingertips.

Have you ever had a hangnail before? That piece of hard texture just sticking out of your skin, annoying you with its very own existence. So you pull at it until it got to a certain point. That point where the end is so deep in your flesh that it is too painful to keep pulling. Imagine that...but you pulled the nail out from your finger, all the way from the hilt. Imagine that, but you did it to all ten of your fingers at the same time.

My fingers hurt...but what I did to that monster was even worse. As I crawled out of the box, I could hear the whimpering sounds of the other meta-creatures crying over his deceased friend. I didn't care to even give that monster a small sign of sympathy, his friend deserved it! He deserved every second of pain I gave to him, and I hope he is burning in the deepest pits of hell for he has done to me and my people!

To this day, I still smile at the thought of his headless corpse bleeding to the ground. Staining what once was a lovely peaceful home, now his eternal grave.

By the time I was on my feet, I ran out the door. I didn't even look back as I ran. Ignoring the cruel words the other monster yelled. Running as fast as my small feet could carry me. Jumping over the river, running through the forest, I ran and ran…not even glancing over my shoulder.

I kept running and running till…if you were to ask where exactly my village was, I could not tell you. That's how far I ran that day, I didn't even look back at my home. I just ran and ran till my feet gave in. Actually, the soil of shoe broke against the rocks I was running on top of. Causing me to fall face first into a puddle of mud.

As I sat up from the sticky mess, sitting on top of the dark brown moist dirt…I realized I did not know where I was. I realized I was alone. But worst of all, I realized that I had made a horrible mistake. I was alone in a forest that was home to many creatures, creatures that would devour me…or worse. I wasn't thinking when I ran, I just wanted to escape death, only to possibly be killed by something else… or not.

That's when I met him.