This is my new home.
Wonderful, isn't it?
I turn my head as I hear the ancient creaking of the rickety front door. The thing was barely connected to its hinges. As it opened you could hear the great howling of the wind and chill outside. Matthew silently strides in and walks to the foot of the rags we had assembled so as to create a makeshift bed for Xander, who was sweating and writhing violently where he lay. His whimpers where occasionally broken by the sound of a deep animalistic growl. We sit around a small collection of candles for warmth, in constant fear of another attack. Despite consuming the Banshee, Adam had not yet regained enough energy to manage another transformation which could save us as it had before. Every creak. Every groan. Every clatter and bang caused us to jump. Although I'm still on the same planet, this place seemed to be a whole new world to where I was from. We huddled around our mock bonfire. Ice cold fear pulsing through our veins. Matthew lay a moist rag over Xander's forehead. "His fever seems to be getting worse," he whispered, "I've never seen someone last so long with a reaction like this to the residue."
"Is he going to be alright?" I asked tentatively.
"I... I don't know," Matthew said grimly. He walked over to the set of candles and huddled next in between Adam and Bradley.
Bang. We simultaneously spin our heads in the direction of the sound. It was just Xander banging on the walls in his delirium. We relax.
Crash.
The sound of shattering glass. That was not Xander. I jump to my feet and spin around. I freeze. I see something shuffling in the dark. Everyone's eyes are fixed on the creature. It turns and rears its head. Big, black drooping eyes stare at me. The skin is blue and wrinkly. It was kind of adorable, in a disgusting kind of way. Then it opened it's mouth. I wasn't entirely prepared for what I saw. Teeth. Large. Pointed. Teeth. Everywhere. It released a deep, rumbling growl.
"Wight!" was all Matthew was able to say before a barrage of teeth were flying towards me. Matthew pulled me out of the way as one zoomed towards my head. He then turned around and charged the creature. Another spray of teeth were released. Matthew jumped. Blood spattered. Matthew collapsed holding his leg. I could see an enormous white barb had dug itself deep into his leg. I sigh. I guess it was time to find out my ability. Matthew said it would come naturally. Take a deep breath. I relax. I aim my arms and release a burst of energy in the Wight's direction. The effect was... Confusing... It brought its tiny little arms to its head. The eyes became bloodshot and it started to throw up. It howled in pain. I gave it a hangover. This made the creature angrier. It launched more teeth at me. But it kept missing, which was odd. It had pinpoint accuracy before. I guess my power had some effect after all. I pull myself away from the spray of teeth. I hear rumbling behind be. I assumed it was Xander writhing again so I ignored it. The creature was absolutely enraged by its own inability to hit. It charged at me. Growing taller and lankier as it did so. The gleaming, white barbs that were the Wight's teeth all feel out in some grotesque orgy of blood and gore. Only to be replaced by enormous crushing molars. Adam attempted a transformation. Hair began to grow all over him but the Wight knocked him down. Bradley stood up, throwing cream into the eyes of the creature in a furious attempt to blind it. The cream seemed to sting the eyes of the monster but did nothing more. It simply backhanded him out of the way and ran at me, wiping the cream off its face as it did so. A figure charged in front of me and gave the Wight a vicious backhand of its own. "Outta the way bitch!" it was Xander. The backhand sent the Wight flying across the room with a crack as its skull was shattered by the sheer force of the blow. "You know with a hangover, that really would have hurt," Xander quipped. He turned and helped me up, and went around in turn assisting those who had fallen. Matthew gritted his teeth in pain as he removed the eight inch barb from his leg. "I hate Wights," he declared, "The fortunate thing about them is they aren't technically demonic, so normal people can see them and by it finding us not every little monster is going to come knocking on our door, the bad part about them is, when a normal person sees them, they usually don't see anything else,"
"What? It kills them?" I asked.
"No, it takes out their eyes and eats them. Then slowly the rest of the body. They get through all the arms and legs before you finally die," he explained as he lay his head against a wall, "The barbs have a sedative in them, but in a few hours I should be fine, then we have to get out of this backwater town and see if we can find the others," he ended. He called the rest of the people who were like us, "the others", apparently we numbered around one hundred and three. Matthew lay his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. I did likewise.
We had a big week in front of us.
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