It was a cold, dark, night before TK finally got out of the computer room, the front door giving a groan as he pushed it open. Great…thought TK, he was the last out as he couldn't find his bag, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous walking in the dark the streets eerily lit by street lamps keep looking forward…he thought, in an attempt to get him to focus. Ahead of him the pavement split into two paths one leading into the graveyard, its tombstones looking menacing against the background of fog, the other into the park-it was obvious which path he was going to take-he hurried his pace through the park, giving off a small whimper when a swing would move or the trees would rustle; why did trees make such creepy noises? Furthermore, why did he take so long in finding his bag? He felt the hairs on the back of his neck flare up, when he heard a cracking of a twig, then he heard voices, it was official to say he was scared nowhere began running through the playground, the sand flinging up in clouds everywhere, out of nowhere a man jumped in front of him, his hair was a greasy raven-black, his clothes were ripped in many places but the most curious thing was his glowing red eyes and fangs. The man gave a cold, evil, stare at him before leaping away into the night; once again a man appeared from nowhere, he had a sword in his hand that gleamed menacingly.
"Be gone, you pathetic excuse for a man "he shouted, a woman ran behind him "don't swing it's not him! "The man's eyes widened, but it was too late, he felt the blade pierce through his skin, and then through the rest of him, as if he was made of nothing more than butter, that's when everything began to get blurry, the man's hands reached out to grab him before he hit the ground.
"I'm sorry, I'm, so, so, so, sorry. "The man said, Tk glanced up, his eyesight was fuzzy but he could now make out some of the man and women's features as she crouched down to him, the man has dishevelled dark-brown hair and red glowing eyes while the women had long red hair that cured at the ends, she also had red eyes, the man began to talk to him asking him random questions.
"What's your name? "He asked
"Takeru Takashi,but everyone calls me TK "he responded faintly, his breath drawing closer, the blood staining his lips and dribbling slowly down his chin, if he was bad up here he really didn't want to look down.
"How old are you? "He asked
"12, recently turned. "A sharp intake of breath was heard from the women and the faint muttering of something along the lines of "so young". The man was still talking to him but he couldn't hear, he raised his head and couldn't stop the tears from flowing, his torso and legs were completely separated, this was it, and he was going to die.
"I'm going to die aren't eye "he chocked. It was a rhetorical question he was already losing consensus.
"NO! No you are not "that man yelled and with that he opened his mouth, revealing fangs, he bit into TK's neck and injected him with venom, then everything went black. Yep, he should have gone through the graveyard.
Ohh first chapter YAY!Writing this at 1:09 in the morning so i am now going to bed,write and is .