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One Hell of a Day Ch IV
By nellyluvachika
One Hell of a Day Ch III
By nellyluvachika
I ran, my muscles were incredibly
tight and blood was ozzing out of
what seemed everywhere on my body.
I did not know what this disturbing
creature was, or where it came from.
But just thinking about seeing Bryon
being ravishly murdered before my very
eyes. Made me want to vomit.
I looked behind me, and the creature
wasn't anywhere in my sight. I had
double the problems...like i said, i saw two creatures. Again, i didn't
know what the hell it was. All I
could make out from the vague vison
i saw was, the creature had rigid
black fur. I had no time to plan anything.If you plan well...
something always goes worse. I
was ready to go spur of the moment.
As I lyed on the grass in the park,
I felt myself grow tired. My eyelids
closed and open as if it was
incontrollable. Now I sure was not
about to fall asleep in the abandoned
park. There was not a human in site.
I fourced myself to lift up off the
soft green grass, and i started walking
home.
Once i got home i gathered a couple
materials. I grabed my small, leather
napsack, and filled it up with personal
suplies. I packed a few cokes, and
made a peanut butter and mayo sadwhich,
along with an apple, and a pudding cup.
My jeans were ripped, and stained
with a combonation of Bryon's and
my own red dried up blood. It sickend
me to even look at dried bodily fluid.
I knew that i needed protection, even
though i senced that i would not have
enough courage to use it. I grapped a
my fathers gun again, loaded it with
two bullets... that is all he had
i suppose. I needed utinsles so i
grabbed my royal blue shiny 1984
Swiss Army Knife. She was a beauty.
My pride and joy surely. Never been
used. The only thing wrong with her is
mom made me dullen the blade... she
says it was to dangerous to have when
dad is drunk. I began to walk out the
kitchen door when i saw my mothers
butcher knife. It was one heck of a
sharp blade. I looked at it and my
reflection seemed to be sparkling.
I picked the knife up by the blade,
and it made a large cut in the palm of
my hand. The blood was ruby red... I
wipped it on my shirt, but it wouldn't
stop bleeding. I placed the cut in
between my chapped, scabbed lips, and
just started sucking. Blood filled the
from my tongue to the roof of my mouth.
I took a big gulp, as the majestic blood
streamed down my throat, past my lungs,
and i felt it stream into my stomach.
The scary thing was...it didnt taste half as bad as i feard. Actually it made me blood thirsty for more... i
sucked more and more. My hand began
to feel numb. I didn't care it tasted
so good. Blood began to weaken the wound
stop bleeding, and i walked out the
door.
To be Continued...Ch VI
4/12/2002 7:40:22 PM
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