Chapter Two

The Monster

Sawyer woke up screaming, soaked and caked in her own sweat. She realized it was just a dream and began to calm down but she looked up and saw her brother standing at the foot of her bed, grinning like there was something wrong with him.

Sawyer gasped and slid fast under her comforter, panting terribly, she wanted to scream out for her dad but couldn't. She got enough bravery to look up over the sheets and then..

He was gone, completely vanished, she hadn't heard the door open or close, she wondered if he was still in her room hiding, waiting for her to turn her back on him so he could...

"No", she told herself, "You're still dreaming, it's all just a crazy nightmareish dream". Sawyer got up and walked toward her full-length mirror, looked in, leaned on it for comfort and closed her eyes. She tryed to think of what to do but nothing came to mind, nothing but the image of that creature and her brother staring her blank in the face with that scary grin.

She stood back up and opened her eyes. She saw him (her bro) smiling and staring at her through the mirror, Sawyer screamed and turned around...but he wasn't there...

She started to cry, cry like she never had before. She sunk to her knees, sobbing uncontrolably, trying to figure everything out.

She suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder, cold and damp, she looked at the hand it covered in blood dripping down her shoulder. She looked up and a demon was standing behind her, not the one in her dream though, another one.

As Sawyer looked up its body, she noticed it's strong muscular looking legs,his skin a bloody yellowish color, he had a torn brown rag across his waist, covering up his man hood. As she continued up she saw his, not four, not six, but twelve pack and gasped at how ruff and rigid it looked. She looked at his chest and saw blood dripping from it, his shoudlers tough and broad looking. Sawyer saw his other hand, hand isn't the right term here. I should say claw, she saw his his claw and shuddered in terror, his finger nails, long and sharp like Freddy Kroogers, all bloody and wet with some googey substance.

His face was like nothing Sawyer had seen before, it had the same square and broad look as his shoulders, his teeth were pearly white but sharp as knifes, his tounge long and black like a snakes. He had a blunt nose, like it had been hit so many times it just stayed that way. His eyes, they were like black beads, staring at her, but they would soon turn a firey red. His hair, buzz cut, black like he was from the army or a concentration camp.

And just at that moment he let out a sound so rasp, so fierce, so loud, so hideous she swore it woke up the entire world and shook down every house. You stare in gaze at his eyes as they turn black to that firey red. She tried to look away but can't, you just stare helplessly. He speaks, his voice the same way as his growl and scream.

"Don't try to resist" ,it says, "You know you can't, so there's just no use."

And at that moment Saywer fell to the ground and blacked out...