Out World
By: Ashley Hartwell
CHAPTER 1
He's staring at me again, it seems that all he dose is stare, but I like his bright yellow eyes that glow under the soft light of the moon. In the silence of the forest I can hear his heavy breaths, echoing through the trees. As he slowly steps closer to me, I can see his figure better with the light of the moon, brightening his shadow darkened form.
The light also reflects off his jagged silver teeth that he bares ever so ferociously, but I know its all show, he wouldn't hurt me. As he comes closer I giggle, then run away playfully. He chases me through the forest, he's swift, much faster that I am, but for some reason he's holding back, like he doesn't want to catch me.
But then I see a clearing of tall grass, by a dirt road. With a long high jump, I land yards away from the road, by a boulder, expecting him to be right behind me when I turn, but as I shift my body around he disperse, no where to be found. I turn back around to hear the heavy breaths again, but the exhaled oxygen is being huffed on to my face, where he stands only inches from me. Through my half mask I smile, but he can only decipher my emotions through my eyes, he knows I'm smiling.
As we sit on boulders, opposite each other, I can't help but wonder why a demon of his class is here in Out World, flirting with a low class like me, not that I mind. The amount of evil pulsating through his body is overwhelming, that's one of my favorite parts of him. But to think he has feelings seems almost impossible, but I thrive off the impossible. And what if I aloud him to get closer to me? What if our relationship was deeper? I would have to think about it more before making any rash decisions. I look over at him, he's staring again.
I took this silent time to look him over, to study his odd demonic appearance. I stared at his large over sized arms, how they bulged with strengths, then glimpsed the spines protruding form various places on his forearms. They seemed most threatening, but not as much as the needled sharp teeth in his mouth, so large that he can't even close it. His armor was simple, it suited him well, and his ears were small, but pointed.
Our silence was broken by the loud trotting of a horses hooves. Some one was coming up the dirt road, someone alone and helpless. Both of us looked back to glance the offending sound, then he looked back at me with a glare that invited me to wreak havoc on a defenseless human. I stood up, smiling evilly, adrenaline kicked in, I was ready for some fun.
He started walking toward the road. "Wait, Baraka, please, let me," I insisted. He motioned his hand forward. With great stealth, I ran to counter the wagon and jump up on top of it. I crawled forward on the roof of the wagon, to get the driver in my view. Once I saw him, I pounced, wrapping my arms around his fragile human body, then clasping his throat, ripping it out with my claws. The horses were frightened and they started running uncontrollably, but with another slash I cut the harness that bound them to the wagon and watched as they ran away in horror. The wagon skid the ground and stopped. With the half alive man still in my hand, I jumped off the wagon to see Baraka waiting by the side. He looked over at me then down at the human. As he studied my work, I unbuckled the strap of my mask, to revile the eight razor sharp canine teeth awaiting to fest on human flesh. Lifting the man to my mouth, I dug my teeth in to the bloody carcass, tasting the fresh blood, how it was still warm and alive in my mouth. The flesh was delicious and I remembered how long ago it had been sense I had meal like this.
I dropped the bloody lump to the ground and looked back up at Baraka, who seemed astonished by my actions. I took a deep breath and licked the blood from my hands and face. Now I was ready to show my true self to the monster before me, to revile my true feelings and to seduce and tease him, how exciting that would be, to see the frustrated expression across his face, to know how he would deal with the stubborn type, that was my favorite game to play.
"Oh how good it feels to free myself from that horrid facial prison," I said as I picked up my mask. "But unfortunately, I must wear it."
"You look much more beautiful without it," said Baraka, through his oversized teeth. His voice was deep and hellish, like the voice of the devil himself. I smiled at his comment, now that he could see my entire face. "Yes, I prefer you like this."
I turned around, ready to walk away, but I glanced back at Baraka, now inviting him to play with me. I took my mask and strapped it around my waist, moving it out of the way. Then I ran down the road, at a humans pace. Baraka followed, smiling widely at my seductive game, the game we've played every night sense he started following me, but tonight would be different, tonight I would get closer to him, I now know that I'm ready for what ever this demon has to offer.