prologue:
The silver wind chimes whispered their song as the wind pushed at their hollow bodies. This sorrowful song was intertwined with the screeching howls of the mountain's star demon as he hunted down the last of his prey.
CHAPTER 1: Logic packed its bags and left without a note.
On a dark gloomy day like this, only one drink could make anyone smile. What was this holy drink? Hot chocolate with marshmallows, whipped cream and chocolate shavings. Perfection! While I sipped my hot drink and cursed myself for drinking it too soon as it burnt my mouth, all the while my mind led me to a train of thought that I despised but that my brain refused to avoid. Now that i think about it, my life has always been and probably always will be shitty.
My parents were drug addicts and made meth in our little country house, so now mom was missing and dad on death row after a drug deal went south. I remember when I was little the state came in after I almost died from the chemicals. As they got away I was dubbed the youngest addict in the city even though I didn't use anything. But now that I was fresh outta college with a bachelors degree in design and art and a handy little job as a web designer I was able to pay for my own place - a dirty little cabin that was out in shit shack nowhere, but it was dirt cheap and certainly cheaper than my rat and roach infested apartment in the city. The only reason I could come up with as to why the place was so cheap was because of the legends of the demon in the mountains right by my little cabin. The legend told by the natives was about a demon who came from the stars and would take the skull and skin from men as trophies and would only appear in the dead of heat. Now I'm not one to deny the existance of something until it is proven to be a myth and nothing more. I shivered as the cold bit into my skin and looking down at my hot chocolate, I took another sip to find that it was the perfect temperature and finished the drink off. I looked around and headed to my room to start working on my computer.
****8 hours later****
As I stood in the kitchenette, I yawned and stretched, my joints popping in response to the movement.
"Damn, for a 23 year old my body sounds like I'm 70!" I groaned and bent down, pulling the skillet out of the cupboard. I put it on the wood stove and began to get my ingredients for breakfast burritos.
Snarling, hissing and snapping his jaws at the small ooman in his grip, the Predator finished him off with a flick of his blades. He was beyond irritated and hungry; the oomans had been pestering him since he crashed in the mountains and all their vehicles had scared away any edible prey, forcing him to keep moving in search of food. He had been here on this desolate rock for four months now and the cold wet season was approaching fast. He hissed at his growling stomach; for the entire four months he had been here he had barely eaten anything. He might be used to not eating often, he even preferred to eat just one big meal every 3 days but he wouldn't last long like this. His species was adapted to eating only every few days and thrived in hot, scalding climates much like their reptilian cousins but unfortunately they had limits. His hunger and the cold weather were killing him. If he didn't get shelter or a meal soon he would die. The cold weakened senses and would dry, crack and weaken their scales allowing blood to flow freely from the open wound. He purred when a sweet smell came across his path and accompanying the scent was a hearty thick odour that sent his stomach into a frenzy. He took to the trees and lunged from branch to branch and soon came across a dwelling. It took his all and more not to run to the warmth and protection of the small hut. cloaked, he stalked his way around the cabin and found the source of the scent - a small rectangular opening that revealed pans full of food and the source of the sweet smell. A lone female ooman! That was a rare find. He purred and circled the home only to stop in his tracks. A male, wearing a uniform on just like what the other oomans who had been hunting him wore, was standing there.
Destiny yelped when she heard the gunshots and what sounded like a pissed off lion creature thingy. A man's screams echoed around her as she crawled behind her couch and covered her ears. Finally the sounds stopped and her door creaked open. She just about screamed - half of her wanted to run and the other half wanted to stay put. Then she saw it - a large, blood drenched, clawed hand crept over the edge of her couch and she screamed as she saw the blank, soulless mask.
big thank you to Kehlan and Tenfangirl fro all their help!