Chapter 3:
I sauntered through the forest, making plenty of noise. There wasn't really any reason not to. After dispelling any and all trespassers from my part of the forest it became my base. It was rather difficult to scare all of the putrid humans away from here. They kept coming back with crappy useless toy guns and flashlights. I mean, really, did they think it was going to be easy to kill me? Viral? Ha! I would have laughed at them if I didn't think it would ruin my hidding place. So, I just ran out bared my fangs and half heartedly swipped at them with my hands, and, of course, they ran away. The only catch was their cry of terror.
Basically my mission was simple, go back in time and study human kind, find their weaknesses, write down all my findings and experiences and report back to them in a year. Quite a simple task, but Lordgenome assured me that it was a mission of great importance. What crap, but my loyalty is to my Lord. Therefor anything he wanted to be done, I would be the first one in line to do it for him. No matter how assinine it seemed to be.
What was a bear anyway?
The snow was freshly fallen, and was powdered over the ground like flour. It was warm enough in the day to melt the snow into slush, but during the night it was cold enough to freeze the slush into ice. Then the next morning it would snow. That snow would turn into slush, then ice. It was an never-ending cycle, and cycle which was dangerous. In more instances than one.
She, the same one that was forced out into the snow nights before, was on the brink of collapsing. The cold, windy, wet weather was nearly unbearable. It effected her to the bones. Her black dress was soaked through, and the thin blanket, which was wrapped around her thin shoulders, was no were thick enough to hol in any type of kind of warmth. Her lips were blue, and her mis-cut hair was literally frozen stiff. She ate frozen snow and dug through the trash so she wouldn't die from dehydration of starvation.
Not many people could say, through all of their expeinces, the trash at the back of buildings tasted better than all of the meals they had eaten in their own home. She could. What she ate seemed like a divine meal when compared to the crap they gave her every other day. Before she was kicked out anyway. Now they don't even spare a morsal of food for her.
Though, it was more probable for the young girl to die of hypothermia.
She had heard about people, during dinner paries, who had frozen to death during the night, so she stayed up during the night and moved around to keep warm. During the day she slipped into stores, moved to the bathrooms and sleeped in the confides of the toilet stahl.
While she slept in the stahls of wlamart, target, .99 cent stores, and fry's market place she dreamt. There were dreams of sleeping by fires, tables full of food, and people who listened and held conversation with her. She dreamed what she longed for. There was one dream in particular that was reacuring.
In the dream she was sleeping in the stahl. As she slept someone came into the bathroom and entered the cubical right next to her. The strange person would do their business and leave. This would happen reacuringly. One the fifth time the person came in, and she knew it was the same person from their shoes and slight grunts on the toilet, she reached her hand, with red finger nail polish, underneath the stahl wall and ask the young girl her name.
By this time she, our heroine, would wake up alow herself to calm down. Then all would be well again, and she would venture out into the cold. If it was still light out side she would walk to local cloth stores and look at the various types of clothes they had. Everytime she went she would always stop by the black satin and white cotton and stare longingly at something whe would never have.
While she looked at the cloth, there were designs rolling through her head. Some of the clothing would be exactly identical to the one she had on, but with red, silver, or blue thread. Other designs, which were much more elaborate, became flowing dresses or beautiful shirts.
When the young girl first started to go to the shop the manager sent workers to keep a close eye on her. They watched her as she would slowly walk through the isles of lace, thread and cloth. They knew every artical of clothing she almost touched., when she girl was timid, almost afraid of soiling the beautiful fabric, and therefore never even dared to breath on the fabric. Everytime she reached her hand up to her minds calling, she would see her fingers and the dirt smudged on them and quickly pulled them away. After consant watch over the girl for two weeks the store owner, who was an elderly woman, finally bid her employees to stop following the girl. 'The cloth is in safer hands with than with you all!' She had said. Reluctantly the manager stopped in crusaid.
He, having always been a creature of the night, walked around the forest and the town when they streets were nearly empty. Commander Viral was alway very carefull of covering his teeth by never talking and keeping his hands over sized hands in his pockets. He had thought about his attire, but quickly dismissed this thought when he saw the rest of the population wearing cloths very similar to his. There were several people who walked around at night, but they were mostly drunks or people who were out on dates.
During the nights, he would walk down main street and go into various bar, club, or restraunts and eat. Then he would find the nearest park bench and sleep. That was basically his day. Bar none.
Now, being in the present and at the place previously described as Viral's usaul place after his meal, Viral, being the schlump he was, was sitting on a bench, sleeping despite the cold. This, in itself, was quite impecable. No normal human being, not to say he was a human being, could sit in the dark and sleep for any length of time. Certainly not able to sleep for any length of time in one place, out in the open, while it was -10 degrees farrenheit. It was typically unheard of. Anyone who tried was easly on the news the very next day with the report of another victum being claimed by the merciless Jack Frost. Yet, this, however common or uncommon it was in the human relmn, was never the case for beastmen. Though, this never stopped Viral from being just a bit chilly the next morning.
Many hours before Viral's decent onto the town, our protagonist was begining her day, after waking from the walmart toilet. She had dreamed the same dream the third time in a row. The smae dream with the same lady with the fingernail polish. Everytime the lady came back in to the stahl right next to her, she became more and more scared, until finally she awoke after seeing the lady's blood red paint.
Leaving her warmth, the girl wrapped herself back up in her now relentlessly tattered scarf and walked out of her warm, safe stahl and out into the main stream walmart. Allowing herself to blend in the crowd, she made her way out of the packed store and down the street.
People constantly stared at her, though she had no knowledge of it. Humans, being mostly selfish creatures by instict, seemed to notice the outer and inner weakness the youth beheld. They wrinled their noses at her tattered cloths, her black dress with white collar and cuffs, and her mishappen light black hair. They scoffed at her thin, starving figure which held no sign of which sex she was. Even though everyone saw something they did not like, from her hollow, shadowed eyes, to her white porclein skin.
She made her way down the street, making sure to avoid direct contact with other people. When she was absolutly sure she wouldn't be seen, or if was seen that no one would really care, she moved into the crevance of an alley. From there she made herself a meal from left over and spoiled food in the garbage cans. After her groteque yet appetizing meal, she walked to another store and clean her hands and face in the sink, making sure most of the dirt was off of her. After that, she made her way to the cloth store aaround the corner. Her favorite place.