Losing it

One moment the crepuscular rays of the triple suns were shining down between the trees.

The next moment – as if an eclipse suddenly took place – my surroundings darkened, abruptly bringing forth with it a light fall of snow.

Flakes similar to a drizzle of rain, an exquisitely pale blue. Laying there still during all of this, stunned then utterly irked, I had no inclination to appreciate the beautifully strange occurrence before my eyes. After all, my soul was from the Caribbean, and indeed – if this body was an "alien" and incorporated completely –  I nevertheless had the mindset of a Bajan.

Bajans are the type that are fairly outspoken; to most rude and most often described as lacking any form of class for our forthrightness.

The point of all this is Bajans have a fondness for the sun; sure they might criticize that its heat is sufficient enough to "melt them like butter" – but who wouldn't?

It is frequently received with a few peculiar ones who love to sit in the sun and just enjoy the warm rays in their yard or on the town beaches like Brownes or Brandons beach.

The flip side is the rainy season when the hurricanes and rains are exceedingly heavy. I have been among the few who had stepped out after the rains had passed, to inhale the fresh clean scent left behind.

In the end, the rain was indeed accepted – but snow?

Ugh.

Either way, this continued for five days until the grassland was covered in a sheet of blue snow, which gradually melted into a swamp from the high temperature within the grass area.

If it was dangerous before, the level skyrocketed up five times – perhaps more – but I absolutely will not be venturing into that area so really-

A small screech was heard. I remembered it as the little Pytrot who I could not kill. The little thing seemed to be close by. Sitting up, I looked into the grassland and cursed. It seemed to be somewhere in the middle of the grassland. Other screeches were heard, but they seemed to be coming from the forest area, followed by a muffled roar.

The roar seemed to be near the little Pytrot. Standing suddenly, I stared, gaze searching the tall grass. I shouted in disbelief; no matter the species, children were all the same!

"No damn way, why the hell are all children so retarded like this? Ah!" 

I emitted a loud sound of annoyance, instantly feeling agitated. The system suddenly blared a warning then spoke.

I was jolted and my hysteria was calmed. Instantly, I covered my head with the last helmet, pulled on the bone armour I had finished two days ago, inserted the mouth guard and strapped on a few weapons, with my teeth shaped into thin daggers layered with the axis venom, one can never be too careful. That roar-

Jumping from the patio, I landed soundlessly and dashed through the small forest to the swamp edge.

I swallowed; the memory of my death seemed to be intensely vivid, flashing across my mind's eyes. I felt like I would drown in the terror, but the little one produced a panicked cry and a roar was heard once again so, with my last bit of bravery remaining, I took that last step leading into the waist-high water.

"Please don't eat me,

"Please don't let me die,

"Please don't touch me!"

I mumbled in a chant; the terror rising like a torrent, my grasp on reality and reason slowly disintegrating.

My mind eroding the last bit of my grip on reality, replacing it with raw terror, which overtook me.

My heart rate intensified.

"Big sister... Don't leave me alone!"

"It's OK Tyna, big sister will hold them back while you escape."

"No, I don't want to leav-'

"TYNA! They are aware of what we are. Humans, they will never accept those that are different... Look at their own kind... So please…"

"AHHHH, BIG SISTER PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR! BIG SISTER!!!" 

I saw that place again, the echoes of terrified screams, the screech from my big sister in her true form.

The water was rising around me but I couldn't move. My sister was-

My vision wavered when I heard the water stir. The warnings had faded into the background, my body it seemed to have lightened.

The feeling of the water rising brought flashes of my sister who… (sob) had sacrificed so much, in order for me to escape that place.

I recoiled physically as the images switched to my first death on earth.

Bit by bit oh so slowly losing myself in the feeling of being bitten, attacked, and eaten alive.

Unable to free myself, I panicked, clawing at my face.