Last monster and the new awakening.

Modern day, united states.

The night was very quiet and the office in particular was in complete silence except for a room in which there was a person who was immersed in a book.

The young man in the room was immersed in the creation of a monster being drawn on the page of the book, strange long teeth, eyes covering almost the entire head of the creature and multiple limbs, the creature seemed to create a twisted mind even though the young man was very sane.

"Ready! A new monster, I can't wait to show it to others when they arrive."

The young man said, feeling particularly satisfied with his creation.

At that moment the young man's eyes inspected the monster "His eyes are weird, I don't like that tooth, it needs a few more scales here."

He began to tell himself inside his head what he felt was wrong with that last monster even though it was almost impossible to modify without ruining certain parts of the drawing.

Having finished his drawing the young man began to feel tired and upon observing the clock on his wrist he could notice that it was indeed 3:37 in the morning and that he had completely forgotten that he should have closed the cellar at 11:30 at night.

"Damn, I concentrated so much that I forgot to close the cellar and go home."

He stood up immediately, throwing the chair to the floor and picking up his things from the table.

The young man's backpack then fell to the ground causing a pile of pencils and various things to scatter in all directions.

"Fuck, I'm a mess."

Alex said while kneeling and taking one by one the objects that were on the floor and some notebook sheets that had fallen from his book.

One of the sheets had the drawing of a dragon very badly done, the young man at that time remembered that this had been his first drawing.

"The great dragon god eh?"

*Crick*

"Huh?" At that moment the sound of the doorknob was heard and a person entered the room and noticed the young man on the floor kneeling.

The man who entered the room was the guard who guarded the cellar on night shifts, a man in his 80s.

The security guard had had several encounters with Alex, so he was not surprised to find him kneeling on the floor at 4:00 a.m.

"...again, distracted by the monster book, Mr. Alexander?" The security guard said, mentioning the monster book, a creation which Alex had proudly spoken of for several months mentioning each of his new monsters.

Alex looked at the person and quickly took his backpack and put it all inside in one fell swoop no matter what broke.

"Mr. gram, yes, I got a little distracted again, hahahaha..." Alex laughed nervously as he walked towards the door to pass the guard's side and ran out of the cellar.

"Be careful on the street Mr. Alexander is dangerous at this hour." The security guard said adjusting his hat watching Alex running towards the exit door.

"This Boy is a disaster, I hope nothing bad happens someday." At that moment the security guard told himself having a bad feeling that something bad could happen someday.

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Inside the cellar the heat remained quite well, but outside in the cold street it was very obvious and Alex was beginning to feel it.

"Damn I hope I don't get sick with this cold." Alex said to himself hugging himself to try to keep his body warm and at the same time noticing the vagabonds sleeping on the street covered by cardboard which seemed to be sleeping very comfortably.

"I have to get home." Alex said while his vision was beginning to blur, the tiredness was beginning to take effect because it wasn't focused on the book or a drawing.

Alex felt more and more tired with each passing second.

Many times, Alex, stayed awake until high hours of the night drawing and ending the monsters he often created looking like an addiction instead of a hobby.

Alex was currently 27 years old and since he had memory he had been drawing monsters, several times his parents visited a psychologist to try to understand where the creatures he was drawing came from since some of them didn't seem like something that a minor could think or even create with his mind.

No psychologist was able to find out why or how he managed to create those creatures which at certain points began to be morbid and grotesque in the eyes of anyone.

The different combinations of colors and silhouettes made the monsters have a certain sense of being alive and always observant.

Alex soon turned 26 and had drawn countless amounts of monsters which went from being small like a dog to being as big as a city.

Studies were never alex's favorite part, so he was unemployed until he was 26 when his mother ran him out of the house forcing him to look for a job to support himself, his search ended a week after he was kicked out of his house, in a warehouse, working as a file clerk.

His job was basically to write down everything that entered day and night in the cellar, a job for nothing annoying or complicated to the eyes of Alex, but someone had to do it.

A year later of working on the same thing, Alex began to feel accustomed to arriving at that place and finish his work earlier which allowed him to start drawing in his spare time.

The warehouse employees never felt uncomfortable working near Alex, because he was almost never noticed as he was always busy with his drawings after he finished his work.

All employees knew about alex's hobby and his drawings, even some of the employees tattooed on their bodies some of the monsters he had drawn, making him feel prouder of himself.

"Excuse me, young man, do you have a coin?"

A sudden voice interrupted Alex's memories which caused him to raise his head and watch a vagabond standing in front of him.

The vagabond was wearing a raincoat that looked impeccable and a hat that covered his face.

"Excuse me?"

Alex was confused because he had not heard the petition the vagabond had made.

"Don't you have a little change, young man, for a hungry old man?"

"...."

Alex remained silent for a few seconds until he finally put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a $100 bill and handed it to the vagabond without even hesitating.

Alex started walking again looking at his notebook with a pencil in his hand with the intention of re-doing the dragon god, but at that moment he was interrupted again by a voice.

"Watch out!!!!" The vagabond shouted with all the strength of his lungs at Alex who didn't notice the car approaching him.

"Those were the only words that came out of Alex's mouth at that moment, being enveloped by a car at full speed and falling violently on the pavement, while the car got out of control and crashed at full speed into a corner of the wall of a building, completely smashing the car and possibly killing the driver immediately.

Everything revolved around him and his body began to warm up to a certain point and then cool down very quickly as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water on his body, Alex could see the concrete floor and how a pool of blood formed beneath him.

At that moment the vagabond came running looking at the battered body of the young man who had previously given him money, only to find that this possibly had no chance of saving himself, the young man's legs were broken, one of his arms was twisted in a way that was impossible to twist and the pool of blood beneath his body could be seen a slight but visible vapor due to the cold that was taking place at that time of night.

"Help! Help! Stay awake! Don't fall asleep! Help!?" The vagabond said removing his gabardine and placing it on the young man's body while he shouted with all his strength, but in the cold and loneliness of the night nobody seemed to hear his cries for help.

Alex on the other hand looked at the notebook that was still in his hand, which had turned red due to the blood with which it had been covered, the pages had become sticky and had stuck together.

At that moment Alex began to cry silently as he watched his book go bad and began to feel sleepy at the same time.

Everything around him was becoming dark and silent, the screams of the vagabond became more and more distant and less understandable.

The field of vision of Alex began to darken slowly while in the distance you could see a couple of lights of another vehicle, but At that moment everything became silence and darkness.

"....." Alex felt as if he was being suspended in the air, he couldn't feel cold or hot, he couldn't hear anything or feel anything, the only thing there was at that moment was him and the complete non-existence.

A few moments passed and Alex began to feel heat in his body again, and he decided to open his eyes, when he opened his eyes the first thing he could see were some tall trees and some rays of the sun that passed through the leaves.

The rays of the sun felt very warm on his skin and the ground was very nice on his body, Alex quickly discovered that he was naked on the ground, but what was more glad was to see that his book was in his hand, all the same red color.

The singing of the birds and the comfort of the ground prevented Alex from wanting to stand up at that moment, but by carefully inspecting everything, he was able to observe birds that he had never seen or heard in his life.

Standing up was a very easy task for Alex who at that time had not realized that he had died, the breeze passing through his naked body felt very good which prevented Alex from thinking of something else.

"Grrrrrr..." A sudden grunt could be heard behind Alex's back as he turned his head slowly and his eyes could see a strange creature.

The creature was not at least five feet tall and his ears, eyes and skin color were very unusual, in his hand there was a small rock which this creature seemed to hold firmly.