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The Transition

I stood in a large dark cavern warmly lit with the glowing auras of magicks I have never seen before. Runic symbols shined brightly on the damp cavern floor combining in the circles around the center of this sacred area. I stood with dark humanoid creatures in the hundreds watching a selected few perform a powerful ritual. Large crystals floated about this place unaffected by gravity or the darkness as there blue light shined through dimly. I had anxiety beating through my heart and tears running down my cheeks as this event would forever change the course of our lives. I looked around at these creatures that stood almost twice my height; I was the only human among them, the only human who survived them. My thoughts drifted into the past as I wondered to myself of the incredible changes that molded who I had become. I can still remember those days that long passed, before they changed everything that was a lifetime ago.

It was the average, dull, and dredge full day. I woke up in the early hours of the morning with bloodshot eyes due to the few hours of sleep I had received that night. The normal routine of forcing myself to get ready for school while having to listen to my stepmother's endless lectures of how I should be doing better in school. Some mornings I would be mean enough to say the lecture before her because at this point I've memorized every one she has given. My father had worked himself off the world; He disappeared a few years ago for job related reasons and never came back. My mother had abandoned me to my step mom known by the name Suz. I had been my Mother's only link to sanity; with me gone she had lost her mind and played chicken with a bullet.

I had little to enjoy anymore and the stress layered under my eyes as dark circles for the world to know I am about to give up this struggle of life. My brown hair was always just left however it was when I awoke that morning, just a couple inches long but remains very thick with an odd white patch of hair in the front. My mother always said it was a birthmark and made me look handsome. My step mom wants me to die my hair to get rid of the ugly spot. In spite of my stepmother, and that I missed my true mother very much I kept it how it was. I was short compared to the rest of the people at school. 5' 6" tall but usually the oldest of my grade at 18. I didn't enjoy looking 2 or 3 years younger then I was but I eventually accepted who I was.

After making a hasty get away from Suz and the fancy 2-story home I grew to loath I made my way a short walk to the corner of my street to await with two others for the bus that would take me to another world. With the little hope I had left in my mind I would stare at my wrist constantly hoping not to hear or see the transportation that would scuttle me off to the same tormenting place. Every morning my hopes were effortlessly smashed by the hissing steam of the moaning bus around the corner. Without even a hint of life in my eyes, I would get up in the bus taking my seat near the window letting the heavily backed bag of books around my shoulder weigh down my lap. My mind would drift while my sight was solidly locked to the outside world I was leaving behind for the day.

I always retreated from the tight grip of reality through my mind in a dazzling wonder of self-made images with wishes and dreams that something out of the ordinary would happen. I was so tired of life, the day-to-day routine that slowly swallowed my very essence. I suppose I dreamed what most have wanted as well. Money, power, love or maybe just a place to get away from everything. Well they never happened and I accepted that nothing ever would. I just stuck to my dreams and for how long I could hide in them until life saw fit to rip me back from what made me happy.

I was jerked from my half-minded state by the constant thump that rocked my back from the seat. Seems another person saw it fit to get their fun at my expense through kicking the back of my seat. I just ignored it, this was not the first time I have been a victim of such monsters. I was a constant target by the most attention seeking and insecure people at this school. I knew not what drove them to hurt me as they do, but each time my anger would boil up only to simmer down by the question that was never far from mind, what was the point?

After 8 hours of mind numbing speeches filled with the paper work that always made my head pound. The florescent lights that caused eyesores and the bullies that found it interesting to call me such titles they would laugh at but made little sense in mind. Finally that last bell would ring and I would have my spirits lifted to leave this dungeon. I wasn't ever sure why I was happy to leave that place each time the day ended. My set destination never changed, I would ride the twisted metal abomination of a vehicle back home to where more dredge full things would await my presence.

The bus ride home was the same as the one there. I sat staring out the window with my bag on my lap a few pounds heavier from the day trying to tune out the screaming voices as my eyes weighed heavy. Ever since I was a child I had this sleep ness I would get from the motion of ridding a vehicle, I believe it stems back to a happier time in my life, when I was with my loving mother whom I was taken from. I could remember the late nights of staying over my cousin's house; we played until our legs were numb and kept going for more. When the time came to leave we said our goodbyes and hope in the car. My Mother would drive with a smile always on her face while I would drift off in the back seat to the sound of the axle spinning underneath me, the tiring shower of lights that came and went. Those were the few times I felt truly secure and safe, the carefree times of being a child were my happy days long past.

With a heavy sigh I rose out of my seat, the bus had stopped at were I departed. I walked down the thin aisle way, squeezing between people's bags that were bulged out of the seats. Before getting to the front of the bus, some trickster that favored me decided it was that time again, sticking his foot out as a tripped over it. However I never fell, I regain my balance and ignored it, I had that done to me so many times now I could recover from it without even thinking anymore.

I started the lonely walk down my street as the bus hissed off blending in with the other cars around it I took notice that something was out of place this day. I stopped and looked around with the bag of bricks on my shoulder as the few other's who got off with me walked on, there was no one else outside but us. This struck me as very odd because there is always the sight of children running about or ridding there bikes, people washing there cars while talking to neighbors, However there wasn't even the sound of a child's laughter found here. I could feel it, the thick tension in the air, something was going to happen.

The few others including myself were frozen in place when the wailing of an air raid siren shouted out over all the land sending fear into the very soul of the people hearing it. Why were those sirens going off? They only use those if a major disaster is taking place. I was too dumbfounded to realize what the sirens were telling me, they explained why everyone was indoors hiding. The threat must have been all over the news, and the four of us were left out in the open. I Dropped my bag and started running home, we all did in fear for our very lives. My eyes franticly searched every inch of land for any sign of the threat that the sirens warned. I looked behind me down at the main street and saw an unreal sight. I could hardly decipher it let alone understand it. A wave of near black rushed down the street. The wave, a pack... they were...

"Monsters!" A kid cried out in horror as a creature jumped out from the herd.

A humanoid like creature, dark as the night leaped at the screaming kid and with its sharp claws at the points of its fingers it mercilessly slain the child. I watched in horror as my feet went numb stomping the hard pavement while I kept running. More came out, they were killing everyone. One creature sliced a person's throat open while another punctured the heart of the innocent. There claws dripped with the sparkle of crimson blood.

I reached my front door throwing the first door open blindly and pulling on the last. In my great fear I had to use all my concentration to steady my hand enough to stay hold of the doorknob and I just started pulling. In panic I forgot you need to turn a door handle for it to open. In a last ditch effort I grasp the doorknob with both hands and twist it just to find out my stepmother had locked me out! Before I could even turn to run the sound of wood and glass shattering above me broke my ears and I crouched covering me head. The wood clunked against the ground while the glass played its own high-pitched music as well then finally a heavy thud. I looked up to see my stepmother face down dead on the ground with large eyes.

The murderer of my stepmother jumped down in front of her body with its back towards me. It was one of those creatures, but this one... it was very tall. As tall as the first story of my home, its body was covered in a dark almost black fur. Its body design was sleek so it was very agile, but tone and strong as well. I tried not to make a noise but my heavy breathing and trembling body couldn't help but let out a fearful whimper. The creature before me simply turned its head and looked at me with a glowing eye.

"No... please" I choked out painfully.

Tears rolled down my face. I had never felt this petrified in my entire life. The creature turned and walked to only a foot from my quivering body sitting on the ground. I couldn't even move anymore I just looked up with bloodshot eyes at the strain of all the horror I've seen this day. I saw its paw come down at me and my breath froze.