My Creation

By Drake Doils

Sweat beaded off my forehead as I grabbed a bat from my closet, handgun, and a flashlight. I stepped out the door and immediately turned on my light and ran into the woods. I leaned against a tree to catch my breath. Just then the creature jumped out of the darkness. I grabbed my bat and lunged, swinging, punching, scratching: whatever could keep me alive. It bit my arm and I jumped back holding my wound cringing in pain. The monster jumped towards me, I quickly grabbed my gun and shot until the clip was empty. It lazed on the ground; I smashed its head with my bat. It screamed in pain, but I kept at it. I ripped it apart atom from atom, and threw it into the tree; and punched it until it was almost unidentifiable.

I dragged it into my home and operated on it, fixing its broken limbs and smashed head adding ingredients to its regenerative process. It was then again conscious, and hugged me whispering "Thank you daddy." It then became unconscious and I put it in its cage. I fell into my bed and cried myself to sleep, getting ready to repeat the same process tomorrow. This is my creation. This is my nightmare.