Misa nosa ownsa itsa... he he he

Day 3 – 20

By the third day the Creeper looked better than ever and with the stolen coat, pants and hat he even looked cool. It was clear he wasn't going to hurt me and I'd decided even though he was killing people he wasn't bad at all; he did it to survive like, let's say the white shark. As the days passed I grew accustomed to his habits and ate whenever I got the chance, which was pretty regularly. Sometimes I could swear he was going out of his way at least once so I could eat. Come to think of it, he really did, because once on the 10th day I think it was, all he did was scare the people out of their home and waited for me to finish. I guess they didn't smell good to him or something. But I caught him smiling and at that moment he looked more human than ever. It made me wonder if he ever was human at some point. I asked him once, but he'd just ignore the question and go about sticking people to the ceiling. As more days passed he even stuck them to the walls because the ceiling was covered. I still couldn't sleep very long because try as I might those staring bodies really creped me out. I was glad when we left for him to go hunt. A few times we had some close calls with some individuals thinking they could hunt and kill the Creeper or others who kept getting away from him, but he got them in the end.

One thing that bothered me though was that I still couldn't remember who I really was or where I came from, but I was sure glad I had stumbled on the Creeper. We'd become friends, I could tell and sometimes he'd even make a point of showing me how to perpetrate the bodies or show me how to most effectively use his weapons. I thought that a little odd, coz I wasn't about to go kill some people and stick them to the walls, but it seemed important to him so I just did my best to learn what he had to teach. It was the least I could do for him taking care of me.

On the evening of the twentieth day we flew along the East 9 as was his habit until we landed on the side of the road and he set me down. There was nothing special about the spot, just the road and fields around us. He then gave me a knife with a carved, bone pommel and pointed to the headlights of a car in the distance.

"You want me to stop the car with this?" I asked with a raised brow.

The Creeper smirked and ruffled my hair with a nod before walking back a few paces and sort of perched on the post of a barbed wire fence. I stared at him a moment and looked down at the knife in my hand.

"You've got to be kidding," I muttered. "There's no way I'll hit it."

I sighed and held it ready to throw at the tires, but I just knew I was going to miss. Why was I supposed to do this anyway? The car or rather the pickup truck soon came into throwing distance and I aimed for the front tire. I threw it as hard as I could, but as I had suspected it harmlessly hit the bumper and fell to the road. The driver didn't seem to notice and drove right on by.

"See, I told I couldn't do it," I said turning.

The Creeper was gone and I couldn't see him in the dark, so I just sighed and went to pick up the knife. I heard a screeching in the distance and went back to the side of the road just as the same truck came tearing by with the Creeper right on his tail.

"What the hell are you doing?" I called.

I got my answer when he speed up and flew in front of the truck. The man inside swerved to the right to avoid hitting him and turned the truck with smoking tires. The truck came back towards me and I laughed when I understood what he'd done. I readied the knife again and threw it, this time hitting the light which was even worse aiming. The Creeper speed by me and this time pulled the driver out through the front window. He didn't even have time to scream before he had his neck broken The Creeper tore the door off its hinges and sat down in the driver's seat, brining the truck around. I didn't know he could drive! The truck stopped in front of me and he got out, picking up his knife and handing it back to me.

"I can't do it," I said holding the weapon out to him.

The Creeper grumbled and turned his back on me to head back to the truck. I heaved a sigh when he drove of a bit, turned and came back a little slower than the driver had originally done. Thinking that if I aim I'd just miss again, I just looked in the general direction and threw the knife. I was a lot closer, but still missed. This went on at least two hours more with the Creeper keep bringing the truck around and I was starting to loose all hope when I finally did hit the wheel. It flattened and the truck swerved to the side of the road, coming to a dusty stop.

"I did it, I did it!" I cheered jumping up and down like a little girl.

The Creeper stepped out of the truck and pulled out his knife before walking over to me. Unexpectedly he lifted me up with a smile before almost crushing me in a tight embrace. This was very weird, but I could care less, I was dead tired. He shifted me in his arms and took into air. I was happy and more than surprised at what he did, but I also felt a little scared of what would happen to me when the 23 days were up. I had my arms tightly around his neck and closed my eyes, drifting to sleep before I knew it.

A little short, but it's all coming to an end soon anyway. I hope you enjoyed it anyway and look forward to your review. Thank you to all who reviewed last time.

Later days, Imako the Demon Wolf