Creatures

THE STORY

Right a new story. Wait. AWWWW YEAHHHH ITS MEH FIRST. And by this first but your probably scowling - oh god a five year old writer obsessed with memes. First part no but second part yes.

Ok I'm a nice person and I am writing the whole story in one part so you saddos don't have to watch ads. SEE IM NICE WHEN I WANT TO BE! I will update but it will take a while because I draft on notes and paste on here. DONT GET SNAPPY.
Not like I'm expecting anyone to read this... yeah ............ okay .................. I'll shut up.

Creatures.
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. Breathe calmly. They will find you. Your time is short while left in the creature's company. If you want a few more seconds of your precious life. Silence. Just silence.

A few seconds later you will realise you haven't been breathing. You will desperately try to breath in but you can't. Your airways are blocked with a red sticky substance, much thicker than blood. You panic. Wasting your little time of life. The creature knows your there it has done this to you - it knows you and your weaknesses. It knows how to make you suffer, it knows how to make you scream, it knows how to make your death as painful as possible.

Scream. You will. Don't hold back. You may scream. But I will not help, I cannot help. It's instinct. Nobody chooses to become what they are; nobody gets to decide who or what they kill. Nature decides who speaks and who doesn't, who's predator and who's prey.

And I am not nature, and I do not decide.

I am the predator, the killer...
The Night Stalker.

But sometimes a power comes along - not worthy of the free will - comes and changes nature all together. Breaking the rules of life and death. These unbreakable forces and powers found in troubled lives took nature's full control and started creating and destroying lives.

I was normal, to some extent, until The Leader came. She fixed me. She took the pain of being a simple human away. I was a life that was destroyed however I was remodelled and my new existence was created. I was created. An abomination of adaptations that gave my species an unfair advantage in the circle of life. There was nothing to stop us from growing and killing beyond belief.

-Questions of a Monday morning-
Why are we here? Why do my small group of warriors exist only to serve the stubborn and the cruel? They use us they don't even know we exist and we save them. We risk ourselves to save them. 

Why? It doesn't make sense. They need us and they hire us without knowing when they run out onto the streets screaming for help. We are outcasts and they would rather us be dead. Dead. Without us they would be dead so dead they wouldn't even know the amount of death they had just experienced. 

Dead like they would want us. The outcasts, the ones who are different, the ones who's appearances deceive too many.

When I showed myself in society they instantly disapproved of my existence.
Many called me insane.
I would smirk and reply - I've passed insanity too many times. They would scowl and turn away, yet I would strut off laughing to my dying soul.

Eh I'm not insane. Well not currently. I was. Maybe. Okay maybe a little bit. I remember when I would sit in the corner of my room laughing yet crying, rocking about and cursing everyone I knew. That might of been insanity. But how does anyone know what insanity is? You can't.

You have never lived inside a "not sane" person's brain. Nobody actually knows. All people could be insane for all I know and I might be the only sane one left. Which would be true. Even my group of outcasts are beginning to fear. Fear consumes all common sense and once you are stripped from every last sane thought you are left vulnerable and pretty much dead.