I was in the middle of a street, under a street light and near an intersection that I didn't recognize.
I couldn't see if there was anybody else out there.
The street lights started to flash unnaturally.
I could tell I was not alone.
Something was out there, though I didn't know what.
It had been this way for a while, the lights occasionally flickering on and off, slowly getting more frequent and for longer intervals.
One would typically try to get away from the area to get to a safer place, but I couldn't for many reasons. One of which was the fact that I was currently tied to a chair after passing out from drinking too much alcohol.
This sounds like in those movies where some cult is trying to sacrifice someone to a supernatural being, I know, but this was real. Something was out there, and needed to be fed.
The ropes around my hands and legs were tight, obviously people before me had tried to escape before as well. All my belongings were still on me, as they clearly weren't worried about money. But what whoever tied me up didn't realize, was that I always have my knives on me.
In my sleeve, there was a knife, in my boots there was a knife in each of them, in my hair even there was a knife. Guess watching all of those horror movies as a kid was really starting to pay off.
I was feeling pretty confident and calm before I heard somebody else scream. The sounds accompanying the scream made me sick.
Crunching
Squelching
Clicking
The sounds of flesh being torn apart from a victim killed moments before.
That was somebody else.
Another person.
A sentient being.
Someone who deserved to live a longer life and die a peaceful death.
I became dizzy at the thought, and nearly dropped the knife I held in my hand.
I had to snap out of it.
I had to live.
The cutting actions became quicker, more frantic.
I could not get out of the bonds quick enough.
Another scream, another death. Farther away this time.
I saw a shadow flit in the corner of my eye, and I looked up to try and see who... what it was.
There was nothing.
One hand was free.
I tried to look behind me, but to no avail.
The cutting resumed.
A loud shriek came from behind me, and it kept going as a creature ran past me.
I nearly dropped the knife again, but I got a better look at the thing.
The body of it was black, perfect for hunting in the dark. Something was covering it, like armor, though I couldn't tell what. It walked and ran on all four of its limbs, and its spine looked like it was practically trying to burst out of its back with how protruded it was. It had a tail, long and thin, with what looked like an oversized saw knife on the end.
And its face, dear god.
Black eyes, it looked slim, but when it roared, I could see inside the mouth. If I hadn't been so accustomed to seeing unholy creatures from horror movies, I would have had a heart attack then and there.
