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Anyway, I have some news. Going to comicon canada, so hopefully I can get a good chunk of this story done before I leave. Also, I'm going to be doing another Who is CR? Cover art. I've already done two. The cover art that I used for this story is mine, and how I visioned these characters. Anyway, back to the cover art I want to know what the cover should look like. I would like to hear everyone's opinions.

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Screaming

In the early evening, a young man and woman were resting in a canoe; they both relaxed in the middle of the lake. The lake was crystal clear, and was an assortment of colors as the sun set. The young man, approximately seventeen years of age was lying down in the mode of transportation; his hands behind his head while the woman, round twenty years of age was resting a fishing rod in the water. The two had gone fishing for the day. Even though they weren't talking much, the sister enjoyed spending the time she had with her little brother. The siblings lived with each other; they were located somewhere in the forest. It was different from the city considering that mini golfing, restaurants, and movie nights were now long lost leisure activities. But it was quite peaceful out in the country, and the two adored it.

"I'm glad we went fishing today. Got to spend some quality time with my little brother," the sister started. The woman was tall; she obtained short chestnut colored hair, and blue eyes that seemed like sapphires. She wore nothing but a plain white T-shirt and a bikini. She was a beautiful woman, and her brother knew that. He envied her sometimes, because she attracted more guys than he attracted girls. The personality of a human being must be more important than the looks.

The man moaned, "Anything for you, Christina."

Christina smiled. She licked her lips before speaking, "So Candon, do you like living out here? Was it a good decision?"

Presently, things hadn't been going well at home. Their mother and father were on the verge of a nasty divorce; and were beginning to get the kids involved. The two had no interest in participating in any shenanigans whatsoever; so Christina and her brother both thought it was a good idea to move out into the country; and disappear from their family problems forever.

"Better than the city," Candon replied; sounding as if he didn't give a care in the world. It was true though. He stopped giving a care in the world a long time ago. The man was ten when he was placed into an asylum; which caused both his mother and his father to go insane. That's when the fighting and the beatings began. Five years later, Candon was let out of the mental institution, but the family was beyond separated. In the hospital, Candon struggled with his studies, but managed to obtain a grade twelve education. Christina was elated. She loved her little brother. She wanted what was best for Candon; she never thought much of herself.

"That's not the answer I was looking for." Christina took a deep breath before speaking, "It has been two years since we moved out here, but I'm just wondering if you are truly happy living out in the country?"

The young man lifted the hat that slightly covered his face; his icy blue eyes staring into hers. "Christina," he started, "I'm happy being here with you at this very moment. If you hate it here, then I will never be satisfied."

Candon was very poetic. It was one of his many characteristics that Christina loved about her brother; along with his physique. He was tall for a seventeen year old. Candon was wearing a pink T-shirt accompanied with shorts. His sister was in the canoe with bare feet, while he was temporarily borrowing his sister's blue flats.

Dusk was approaching, and Candon saw something appear in the corner of his eye. He fell silent.

Christina noticed her brother. His eyes were wide as he stared at the beach ahead. "Brother," she whispered. Christina twisted her head in the direction Candon was looking and saw nothing. "Are you okay?"

Candon breathed heavily. He slowly raised his hand and pointed.

"Candon," she started. "There's nothing there."

"What?" he answered irritated. "Can't you see him? He's right there!"

"Who's there?" Christina demanded; obviously concerned.

Candon saw different. He witnessed a man hiding in the shadows; amongst the trees. The strange man was wearing a clean suit. He was extremely tall and lanky; and his arms stretched past his knees. Candon recalled the man having no face, expressions. He constantly asked himself whether this stranger was a man or monster. But what was most disturbing was the fact that he was just standing there; staring at both him and his sister. Christina turned around and snapped her fingers in front of Candon's face. There was no response. Candon stared at the hallucination for minutes, possibly half an hour. He wished that the creature would at least twitch, but he didn't. Christina shook her brother, in hopes that he would snap out of this staring spell. "Candon!" she cried. It's been two years since his release. And he'd been doing so well. Finally Candon felt a hand swipe across his face. He felt a burning sensation on his right cheek. Blinking several times, he placed his hand on his face, and sneered at his sister. "What was that for?" –

Candon stopped speaking. The concern on Christina's face was heartbreaking.

He coughed. "I'm getting tired, let's go home."

Candon and Christina turned the canoe in the opposite direction of the faceless man; and made their way back to shore. Candon took one last glanced behind his back, and saw that the creature was gone.

In the darkness, the siblings jumped out of the canoe. The casually guided it along shore.

"What were you looking at?" Christina brought up the incident from earlier. Candon cringed.

"I don't know," said her brother. He shrugged off his sister's continuous questions as they reached the shallow waters.

"CANDON!" she screamed. They both dropped the canoe in the water.

The boy turned around and saw that his sister was crying. She truly loved him, and seeing the one treasure in her life crumble before her eyes was…horrid. "Christina."

"Yes?" Christina replied.

"I've seen that man before."

Christina fell silent. As much as she loved her sibling, she would never reason with Candon and his hallucinations. Candon managed to reach the sand; while Christina was still in the water. She smiled. "I know it has been very hard on you brother, you being in an asylum and all, but –

Suddenly, a black tentacle jumped from the water, and whipped itself toward Christina. In a flash, the slimy tentacle wrapped around her left leg, and snapped it in two. She screamed in agony as she was dragged under the water. Christina panicked, "CANDON!"

Candon's sister was being hauled further and further into the lake. By what? In frenzy, Candon rushed back into the water. He attempted to reach his sister's arm. She stretched out her hand, but before their fingertips could touch, she was again pulled under the water. Eventually, Candon's legs couldn't touch the bottom of the lake.

Candon frantically searched for his sister; who had been under the black water for a decent amount of time. Shortly after, his sister rose from the lake again. Several elongated tentacles were wrapped around her solid body, including her neck. Christina reached an arm out to Candon, gesturing for some kind of help; but in sheer terror, he just stood there in the water, staring. He was unbelievably frightened. Once again, in once swift movement Christina was pulled under once again. A blood curdling scream soared through the atmosphere, causing Candon to jump.

A few bubbles rose to the surface of the water. All was quiet. Taking deep breaths, Candon dove underneath the murky lake, and carefully searched the water in hopes of finding his sister…alive. He flew back to the surface, and called his sister's name. There was no answer. After twenty minutes of searching, Candon started to feel the effects of the chilly waters. Candon swam to shore, and clutched both of his forearms. He tried to keep himself warm. He rubbed the palms of his hands together. After two long minutes, Candon sprinted back into the cold, dark water searching for his long lost sister.

After an hour of continuous searching, Candon felt an icy hand beneath his feet. He lowered his head beneath the waves, and noticed a body. Candon quickly snatched the body, and dragged it close to shore. It was beyond obvious; the body was his sisters. Candon cupped his hands over his mouth. He tried his hardest not to scream. Candon bent over Christina's lifeless body; he was shivering. Hot tears formed in his blue eyes. Candon slightly hiccupped as he grieved. He stared down at his motionless sister, and parted the wet hair from her face. Christina's dull eyes were wide open; staring into the night sky. It made him sick to his stomach. Candon closed her eyelids. He examined her body further, and couldn't help but notice large amounts of water dripping from the corners of her mouth. It was apparent that her neck was broken. One of her legs was snapped in two. There were so many questions, what killed her? Was it a creature? Was it that strange man? Was it him? But at this moment, Candon didn't feel like answering them quite yet. He wept. Candon felt guilt deep down inside. When his sister desperately called for help, he didn't save her. He just stood there; he was afraid. Yes Candon was only human, but it was the constant thought: "If I would have grabbed her hand, could I have saved her life?"

It was that feeling of guilt that would reappear again, and again, and again for the rest of his life.

He cried until it was morning.

CR was leaning against a tree at the bottom of the hill. He glanced upward, and saw slender still standing in his motionless position. CR turned his head in the opposite direction. The static cleared. CR tilted his head upward into the night sky. As he blinked, a lone tear escaped from his crystal blue eyes.

CR curled his lips. Snapping his neck downward, he carefully opened up the survival bag. It was full of wonders. He drew out a weapon; a shot gun.

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