White Day

(A waking dream, bright and blinding yet dark twisted and lonely, indeed the coronach of insanity.)

This ghastly fog, twisting the always so familiar city's face, the dying blaze was almost like the last remnants of normalcy clinging to this new world of unknown chaos. Dying and alone, the end of a sanctuary oh so holy, pain stings the corners of my eyes, such injustice, the torturous plights of the world were all because of them.

The gleam of the ever so unnatural light twists the all so reliable streets and city landscape. No one, no one on the streets, no cars passing by, but sound, an otherworldly silence. Wait what was that? A distant sound, like nails drawn across a chalkboard and broadcasted over a pair of speakers, thuds? Rocks hitting the ground? Wai...!

Blood erupting, crimson like the wings of the fallen angel, pain, pain, pain soaring through the four slashes in my right arms flesh. Throbs of pain send my vision into a slight blur, what kind of monstrosity is behind me? Turning around I notice it,

Four sharp triangular clawed hands,

body in a shade of black and purple,

two of the clawed hands cover the hunched-down things face but no matter what it could not hide that stiff plastered grin from ear to ear.

Hums of glee and blood dripping claws, whatever it was it was hunched over, swaying, ready to strike again, fuck I have to retreat and collect myself before I can figure out a strategy, I had sensed no vibrations why? Five quick swipes graze my clothes tearing my jacket and t-shirt, it pulls slightly back, preparing for another leap more vicious than the last, its killing intent literally thickening the air like a viscous gas. A door to a bakery stands just slightly open to my left, I bolt and it leaps, feeling of smooth birch-wood between my fingers, I swing my arm, and the door bolts shut. *CRACK!*The wooden framing of the window gives in as the glass shatters, carpeting the floor in sharp shards, a room to the back? Storage maybe? Please god just don't be locked, I leap again over the carpeted floors tearing the soles of my shoes as my back hits the counter I hear its gleeful hums again as I tear frantically in the door-handle, it swings open as my muscles scream out and with a final breath of strength I slam it shut, locking it.

Banging and scratching, banging, and scratching, over, and over, and over again, oh the blood flow has stopped? Good... The red pool beneath me reflects that face of mine back at me, a hair dark and thick with a slightly gray top, tired steel-gray eyes with a tint of red and bags of blue over the otherwise smooth skin, oh how long it had been. This blood, red, oh so red, like her fiery hair, ah I got to get up, can't rest here, got to keep going on.

Vision blurry and legs shaking. What manner of room is this? Wooden floors, a lit lantern hanging from the ceiling in the middle, and the room were riddled with books, books stabled in towers by the walls, carpeted across the floor, and a lonely chair in the center beneath the burning lantern. Strange, where this not the backroom of a usual bakery? Why am I struck with this calm sensation? No mirrors nor windows, isolated, safe, except from that dark doorway across this strange room, and with it a stairway down into abyssal darkness, a darkness that obscures and disrupts. Okay, three choices ahead, a: I sit it out here and wait for that thing to go away, it is corporeal so it cannot pass through the door. B: I head down into the unknown in front of me, just hoping for the best, ah that chair looks so comfortable, no no no. I must find something to defend myself with, then I'll unlock the door and I fight that thing. Well choosing c will eliminate a future problem, waiting it out will only postpone the problem at hand, and tossing myself into a more obscure and unpredictable situation will most of the time get one in deeper problems than it's worth, yea I think I'll go for c.

Scouting the room nothing more came to sight, all I had were this chair, this lantern, and these books. Okay, so it is clear that this thing is not a spiritual being so my powers are pointless against it, so I will have to settle this in a physical manner, let's see does the beast have any clear weaknesses? It is erratic at times and other times more calculated than feral so it seems to possess a hunters intellect or at least in a basic form, okay so two of its hands covers its face so it can presume that it is blind and haunted me down through means like smell and sound, ah that is it, this just might work.

Unhinging the burning lantern was tedious work and breaking off the chair legs were too when I could only make proper use of my left arm, nevertheless, I got four sharp wooden legs at my disposal, one of the legs I set ablaze using the lantern so I can cauterize the wounds on my right arm, oh my the pain was worse then I had imagined it would be, the searing of the flesh and that slightly sweet burning scent overwhelming my senses almost sending my mind and body crashing down to the abyss, and with the exposed flesh on my right boiling, I should be ready to execute the plan.

Pain, oh the pain, how well acquainted will we become I wonder? How many challenges would I face after this? No matter, I'll burn them all down and claim victory, cause I fight for a world, for me, for him, for her. The fire burns hot, and the scent of smoke fills the room as I set the books ablaze, silently I sneak towards the door, and as quiet as I can be I unlock it, come on you little bastard, I know you want to, it is hard to see and the only air not polluted by the infernal smoke is down at the floor, my slightly shivering fingers turn the door-handle getting it slightly open but not too much, did it notice yet? I've pulled back into the inferno, my left hand shakes, now! I tossed it, the brass lantern crashed into the door sending it flying open and with it, it came, gleefully humming as always it came crashing into the room, and at once it flew into a rampage. It had worked, it could not sense me as I crawled silently across the floorboards that were yet to be burned, oh it will taste so sweet slaying you, knowing that you won't cause any more misery.

The first wooden stake penetrated the dorsal of the creatures back burying itself in its bosom, the second broke apart the cervicis and penetrated its vocal cords ending that horrid humming, and the third bashed towards the creature's skull until it was soft enough to plunge the death-strike trough, ending the animalistic struggle and flailing for good. Black and gray with ash, burned and exhausted yet filled to the brim with the kick of adrenaline. Streets filled with fog illuminated by the skies bright light, so bright and obscure, deadly and unknown, these white days can bring it.

The white of the ghastly fog turns from white to gray, and from gray to black, almost as quickly as I get the breath of air the sky is consumed by a dark void and the only light source is the fast-spreading fire behind me like a crimson lighthouse in the dark kingdom. Oh so here comes the night. And with it, hundreds of piercing screams.