It was a particularily bright day unlike many others, the destute silence broken niegh only of hesitant warblers and finches spry battle cry over seed or nut found scattered underfoot in a overgrown, quant town destute with the title of bigsby-the slightly bent and hobbled metal sign denouncing this peered down its shattered lights to those walking below is hindered mass, almost as a long defeated guardian to the culdesac's onece peaceful serinity-or what was once percieved to be a paradise for kin and parents to play in the clutered road, now cracked deep within pavement, piping now long since overdue and drier then the once joyfull tears. The gleeful sun cascading its ample rays sprinckled on this desecrated wonderland, now littlered by turned over cars or houses shrewn almost neigh off their frames-one to be unlucky to bear a sedan in its maw, whilst only one building remained amply left nearly free of harm, at least on the outside, as a ray spreads in ample touch purvasively into the attic window above. Within this far beyond rotten space onced used for hording all assortments of bits and bobbins of the past, was now the home to an unlikely sort of host-who lay dormant in this dank darkness, now save for the rays of light with softly glistened is shine within. Much to the annoyment of the host within, who groaned in anguish at the sudden annoyance-the bright light burning deep within his eyes, saturating a discomfort with his head, along will a sharp pang from bellow-the caving, devouring feeling within his flesh felt distant yet all the same, though he was already much too awake to hide his discomfort now in his dreamless sleep, gathering the resolve to rise up from his makeshift bed in quant annoyance resolute from the floorboards, decaying from the seams, and whilst having one arm made it frustrating to get up, eventually he manages to roll himself to a position to be able to move easily, to which he shambled aimlessly till he found the attic stair, stumbling null slightly in a few steps in the attempt to navigate the earie landscape, and upon reaching the bottom floor, one of the stairs could bear the weight, snapping full and sending him to the ground hard-which brought his attention to a suddenly...new sound-hesitation of a deer maybe? Or a squerell running from a cat possibly. Whatever it was, the heavy noise of a can plummeting to its would be demise on the floor echoed through the aging house, easily taking him into stark curiousity, one he couldnt resist in the slightest. Upon his (rather painstakingly long) time trying to retrive himself from the hard, molded over wood floor, he made a slow, quiet shamble over to the door in which the sound eminated from, curious of its nature, and from behind it, albiet well hidden he could hear the soft patter of a rushed gathering of things, to which he still was new too, and clearly didnt sound of some small creature indeed, as he felt for some reason his innards suddenly screaming out to him, resonating with the noise, as his breathing grew ragged and unstable, hunger lined pants drew near out of his maw, some teeth long gone admist the sharp ones beared now dripping with desire, his thinking soon melded with this cry, as he huffed a bit, and walking hard into the door with a heavy thud-a yelp heard from the other side as the door's knob was rustsled fast. Whatever was in wanted out. Fast. So with the little thinking he had bout this unbreachable hazard, he stepped back from the door, hidding behind its hinged side, awaiting what would happen. Suddenly a silence was felt between him and the noice, a peaceful center of the storm with the rustling of the door and his breathing fighting for domminance, seconds drawing to hours as his inards churned and wailed and cried and screamed for anything.
The door swings open hard, but before its even half way, a masive, curved blade sharpened for malice and dawned of pure bone and molded muscle fibers tore through the door. And the soft patter of noises soon drew to a panicked scream-his other arm had struck gold, pinning the noise into place of the door, both stuck in this bloody rivalry that he has clearly won, life blood pouring out from the hole made and stained the floorboards red with its dark crimson feed, the cries slowly dimming down, till silence. He awits a few seconds, thinking about the noise but most importaintly the smell. The smell...it was..unbelievable! A his entire body shot alive, every fiber of its aching being, suddenly writhing in its confines of him, all disiring to bathe themselves in the metalic visera till they gorge themselves to burst, leaving him to draw the blade out too hastily, and tearing the door off its hinges, but little did he care any more, battering the wood against the floor to free his groutgly mutilated now massive blade of an arm, gazing his sunken eyes upon his reward-a still corpse of a unlikely man, in a sweater toned grey and blood stained jeans, hoping to have found food admist the house, only to have met a chilling end-the haphazard ripping of his claw tearing the sweater open along with his rips, exposing the massive hole through his body, from his back, shattering the spine in a place and dislocating four rips, exposing the ripe treats underneath of his lean prey. Unable to take the hunger any longer, he got upon his knees, and shoveled in hand full after handfull of the organs into his own maw.
