You know those stories, when a man, boy, or teen has been turned into the creature of the night. Whether its a vampire or werewolf or maybe just a drug addict and insane person lurking in the dark streets of a city? This boy isnt like that. He is something different, something unique that is molded into his soul. He remembers trying to tell someone for help, but who would want to listen to him as if he was speaking utter none sense. The earth he lives in is irregular than you think it is. People always tell you that those are just a myth, or a fictional being of some unknown origin. Its all true, as a matter of fact. Everyone was just doing their part in the world to make you safe and comfortable in this so called perfect world. But this boy doesnt have a perfect world in his mind anymore. Alvah, a seventeen year old boy with a strange case of hallucinations. The illusions he sees feel like a reality whenever they get too close or manage to harm him at any cost. Strange beasts lurk in the night, wherever he looks he sees a dark being eyeing him in the shadows of the dark corner in streets, alleys and rooftops. Stalking him like a sheep that has strayed away from the Shepard. Out stretching his fingers, his nails extend out slightly sharp to a fine small find point. Claws. His skin is soon shrouded in a dark purple ink that covers his arms, hands and face that goes down to his neck. Night mask. His eyes become a dark purplish color, filling up the whites of his eyes and the pupils become no existent but making his sight able to scope out anything in the dark. Vision. Alvah is a Night spirit, a being who adapts and loves the night so much they cant bare to stay in doors once it becomes night out. Surprisingly he still does despite the fellow creatures of the hunt him down like hes prey and bounty. Sitting down at a bench, he listens carefully at the fountains waters, the tiny splashes ripple across the small pool. Alvah just sits here, biding his time, in the darkness of the park he adores when it becomes night out. I know you are there. Show yourself and we can...talk. He sighs while shifting himself from his seat resulting of him standing up next to it. Lifting his hand out of his rain coat pocket, his nails and hands have already gone into its night form. Alvah seemed to have expected company. Come on out please. Lets get this over with. There was no answer, either this creature loved to hide from predators or It was waiting for him. Walking around the fountain Alvah eyed the trees around the fountain area. Their branches swooned away from him as they cold windy breeze rubbed his face with the coldness of their teeth. This is just going to take a second. I dont see why you are afraid of a human like me. Even though he wasnt human inside, his features, his body and face all resembles a human being. Also the reason why the beasts hunt him down at night, easy prey of course but they all meet their demise by his claws..well...most offered quite a challenge to him. They toyed Alvah whenever they fought with him, laughing and just plain teasing in ways to anger him and bring that spirit inside to fully reveal itself. Alright...fine. Have it your way, Ill wait here until you decide to take the initiative that you want to attack and rend me apart so badly. His voice echoes across the park, his voice was gentle, but cold. The tone was smooth, but always sounded like he was tired or too serious. Sitting down at the bench again he waited. In silence of the night both of his hands had already been into his night form. Patiently waiting for whatever is out there to confront him and duel him in a bloody fight.
Posted on: Wed, 08 Oct 2014 11:48:57 +0000
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