October 1
I know what day it is. I found my watch; I can also tell that it's 10:34 AM to be precise. I looked at my watch and a surge of panic went through me "I'm late for school my classes started over a week ago!" And then I just had to laugh at my ridiculous first thought, I'm worried about school! I should be worried about getting out of here alive.
My stuff is here, he must have put it here, but I wonder why? I also wonder where my car is, I abandoned it near this lovely human corpse version of the Sistine chapel.
I wonder if they know I'm gone. I wonder if my family misses me. My mother is dead and my father basically ignored me, what about my brothers and sister? My friends? My siblings are all adults, except my youngest brother. Have they been notified, are the police searching for me? Suddenly I feel very very alone, it's my childhood all over again, completely ignored, and I cry in self pity again.
At least I'm not sick, in fact I feel fine. I woke up a little nauseous, but no aches or chills or fevers. In fact despite being queasy early in the day I am fine. How odd. I trust myself to hold down food, and I'm ravenous. I dig through my backpack, and they laughed when I packed emergency food and water.
I'm feeling better; yep I'm always prepared, well not prepared to deal with a flesh eating monster but then again who is? I've always been independent, and by the time I turned eighteen I was self reliant. I begin to feel cautiously optimistic, I'm not that sick, and I'm probably not dying. The Creeper hasn't eaten me and he hasn't given the slightest indication that he plans to. He also seems to understand that I'm sick, so he hasn't made me do anything since my first night here. I shudder and push away at that memory.
Maybe, just maybe I can escape. I could leave here and get help- no I tried that he still got me. I have to run far away from this area as far as I can. Then I can put this behind me.
October 2
The drainpipe. That's how I came in. I'm pretty sure I can haul myself out.
The Creeper is gone now, psyching myself up I force myself out of my little corner and crawl towards the drainpipe, avoiding looking at the horrific "art" and listening carefully and desperately to any out of the ordinary noise.
Fun fact for today: when you're terrified every noise sounds out of the ordinary.
Peering upwards into the pipe I can see trees and even a bit of sky. The sun was shining. My heart jumps to my throat. A powerful mixture of despair and hope washes over me. Tears prick the corner of my eyes.
Then I hear him coming, for a moment there is just blind panic, then I regain my senses and flee back to my corner. I run as fast as I can back, running past the horrors to my little "safe-zone". It turns into a ghastly race as I try to be back before he appears.
He appears the second I make it. I nearly sigh in relief but his head snaps towards me. I instantly lower my eyes as he skewers me with his gaze. He knows, I realize, he must have caught the last of my movement, now he's coming towards me.
A terrified whimper rises in my throat as I sink to the floor. He catches me quickly though and hauls me back up to my feet. Does he have to be so close? He pushes his long nose against mine and begins to, unsurprisingly, inhale. He smells me all over once again. I sealed my eyes shut to prevent the tears from dripping down.
"What do you want from me?" I whimper pitifully. When I look up I can't bring myself to look into his eyes so my gaze stumbles across his horrific face and settles somewhere on his chin. No sound issues from him mouth, but he draws his tongue over my neck and up to my face.
This obscene gesture speaks volumes and once again I fall to the floor, once again he tries to pull me up, however I resist more thoroughly and use my weight to try and escape his grasp. His attempts to pull me seem half hearted and eventually he releases my wrist, turning his attention to something else, growling in frustration.
Feeling enormously relieved I curl into a ball and press my lips against my knees. Luckily I prevent some of my more pathetic blubbering from escaping but there's no stopping the tears and released whimpers. The Creeper prowls around the basement doing some horrific things. Luckily he leaves me alone.
A day later
I think maybe I can make a break for it today. I'm jittery and nervous; The Creeper seems to sense it. He stomped down here earlier this morning for the usual inspection. Why he does this I have no idea, maybe he just likes the scent of my fear. Maybe he just checks to see if I'm alive. He smelled me but he also looked very closely at me. He forced me up off the ground he looked directly into my face, I refused to look back. I can't bear looking into his eyes.
Does he know?
Date- I don't know
Oh God oh God I can't move, I can barely breathe. I can't talk about it I can't.
Please God help me.
Creeper
She tried to run. Why I do not know. After all she came to me.
When I first saw her, I was angry. She interrupted my first feeding. She ran, I pursued the usual, but to my utter shock she ran into the House of Pain. This just didn't happen, that never happened except…
I withhold judgment until I catch her. Maybe this woman is different like them; maybe this woman will be the rare exception. Once in a while they don't smell exactly like food.
At first I am skeptical; despite her entering willingly into my lair she is not tame. She is still afraid of me, my nose tells me that much. However she realizes rather quickly that it would be useless to try to fight or run as so many humans instinctively do. She pleads but lowers her head in submission. She smells…intriguing. Good to eat but another smell gives me pause.
This one may not be for eating.
Disappointing she is not fully tame, she starts to cry uselessly.
Afterwards I'm hungry, I reconsider eating her, but I decide against it.
Later I am glad of it, for the seed took root with shocking swiftness. After only a few tries and hopeful tentative inhales I can smell it's true and I shriek with joy and triumph.
Yet I had to give her back; I have to give her back to the human world. She is sleeping but she won't wake up. Even though I can smell that she is fine.
I'm worried, some humans rose to positions of influence for their associations with me, most were reviled however, and they were outcasts in their society. Humans are such fickle creatures. She is still a wild human, but maybe wild humans are like wild birds, they attack and abandon the ones that are different. Maybe they will smell my scent on her and attack her, but I'm fairly certain that won't happen, so I let a human find her.
When I took her back a few days later she still struggled. She looked at me in terror. She is still wild, in fact she is even wilder, but at least she is alive. Then the sickness comes. She smells fine but I can hear her retching. I don't know what to do but since she smells fine I leave her, and to my great disappointment she does not eat. She refuses the delicious flesh and eats her human food. She is not like the other one.
She seems better now she makes a laughable attempt to leave. In my memories it is funny but at the time I was angry, I was angry as I caught her and pulled her back. I could smell her fear it was the greatest fear I ever smelled. I have not hurt her yet she still cringes and whimpers from my touch, but that can be remedied by a little death.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed. Although this is a fanfiction of a fanfiction I draw inspiration from other JC fics as well. Or you can be uncharitable and call it ripping off, whatever you think please share it! I am an author who requires constant reader feedback, or you can be uncharitable again and call me a review whore. Just review please!