1 First Person Account
Before I knew it, I was dead. This freak of nature had pierced my heart, quiet literally as it's claws stabbed right into my thorax and pierced my flesh. My school uniform covered in my blood as I just stood there. I couldn't hear at all, it was just ringing now like in the movies. Though I'm sure my fellow students were screaming in horror as I was being gutted. Finally the blood clogged up my throat, a splash of it exiting through my mouth and staining my face further. The pain finally started to settle in and .. Well, it was shit. It felt like my entire body was in fire, my veins became cold and my burned despite the tears filling them. It felt like everything was coming out of me, trying to escape certain death and like that .. It was black.
Black for only a minute as my vision was restored. I was standing once again, my feet touching the red carpet. Before I could even process everything, a old stoic voice called to me, "That was a shitshow, Crews." I looked to the man who sat on a black leather chair. With hands crossed and in a grey business suit he stared at me with a slight smile, "It's sad that Aiyoghoul targeted you like that." He shaked his head. "But it doesn't have to end that way, no, Crews, if you wish to live and if you wish to fight. Then become my patron, I shall lend you the tools to be victorious." I was more then awestruck. Is this what people mean you have a colorful imagination before death? It had to be it just had to be .. Might as well die thinking I can fight. "What do I owe you then, sir?" He asked, a patron means you pay for something. I was worried. "Please, call me Clancy. All you need is to offer your soul." I was right to be worried, but hey. Thinking I can fight back and not having to fork over my 20 dollars was just alright with me. "You got a deal." I offered my hand for a shake. He smiled, firmly placing his strong old hands and shaking mines.
Blink.
And here I was, back at the manor's hallways with classmates. The guide was leading us to the ballroom, speaking of the boring history and .. The wall. I look to the wall where that monster came from and I was about to walk right into it. With a gut feeling I suddenly pulled the girl right in front of me, away from the group and making a gap at the line. Before she could yell at me that thing would burst from the walls. That's where I would've died, where it struck my heart and killed me. The screams would come out and people quickly scattered as the monster screeched and attempted to strike anyone with its ugly claws.
Your pocket. A voice said. Without any hesitation I dug into my pocket, yanking out a pair of aviators. Put them on, the voice said again. Following its instructions I popped them upon and shoved it to my face. I didn't know what else happened, but the thing was dead and it was because of me. A pistol in my hand and it's barrel smoking as it fired twice. Holy shit. Looking to a mirror, I was .. Not so different, but different. A green letterman jacket with no initials, longer slicker hair and wearing body armor. I looked like some action hero! More screeches came as the same type of monsters crawled out of the wall, staring at me and its slowly fading comrade. Without hesitation I fired more shots, there wasn't any recoil at all as the gun jerked. RELOAD A different voice said to me. And reload I did, ejecting the last mag and sliding in another from my rig. FIRE!And the process was repeated.
