“Why do storms always hit at times like this.” my mother grumbled under her breath. We were on our way to the airport so we could go to my aunt’s wedding which, unfortunatly, was across the country in Arizona. We come from a small community in the state of New York. My name’s Amy and I’m in 8th grade and my mom’s name is Nataila and is in her early 40’s. My dad…… lets just say he’s no longer with us. So far, we’ve been in the car for 2 hours and are almost to the airport. “Because the storms want to see all the exciting stuff going on.” I responded to my mom, trying to cheer her up as we continue down the road. “You do make a good point. They do always come during the interesting parts of spring.” Contently satisfied with the lightenment of the mood in the car, I think ~ Maybe it would be ok to fall asleep for a little bit ~ and unaware of the time, I drift into a deep sleep.
BOOM! I suddenly jolt up from my sleep. I only saw it for half a second, but that lightning bolt hit the side of the road behind us. The storm had gotten a lot worse and I guessed was now strong enough for a tornado. “Mom, what happened? Why are we taking this road?” I asked. “Because there was a mini mud slide and it knocked a few trees onto the main road.” I look out the window as the storm continues to rage on. Lightning was striking about every 30-60 seconds. The wind was howling as it rushed by. Thunder was booming across the valley. The rain beat down on everything that was exposed. The trees were bending, swaying, and almost all were threatening to break.
We drove on for a few more minutes before I heard a terrifying CRACK. It wasn’t like the others, but I knew exactly what it meant. It looks like my mom did too. I looked out the window. I was filled with dread. A tree was falling in front of us. I quickly unbuckle my seatbelt and lay down between the front and back seats on the floor, quickly curling to a ball on my side. My mom did what she thought was best and sped up. CRUNCH! I hear the tree hitting the road where we were just a second before. The only thing that hit the car was some of the smaller branches and leaves. I release a sigh of relief. My mother did the same. But our relief was short lived when we turned the corner and found another tree blocking the road. Great, now we can’t get to the wedding in time. I guessed it would be a day or two before the storm cleared up and somebody would find us. I go back to looking out my window. Wait a second. The tree in front of us didn’t fall on its own. It was cut! Somebody must have planned this. “Mom, someone cut the tree down. Look.” “You’re right. But why would someone do that?” “I have no idea.” I look back to the tree that almost hit us. That was cut too. Had someone planned this? And if they did, why? I had started to think when I caught something out of the corner of my eye. My eyes darted to the thing I saw. There was nothing there. Maybe it was just the woods being blown by the wind.
We had been sitting in the car for about 15 minutes when my mom and I heard something. “Mom, we need to run Now!” I didn’t know exactly what was out there, but I knew what I heard. Footsteps. And they were coming towards us. We rush out of the car, and the slow and steady pase of the footsteps break into a sprint. I didn’t look back as my mother and I jump over the fallen tree and take off, not even caring about the rain any more.
We run as fast as we can, looking for a house with people that can help. Is this place really that iceolated? I haven’t seen a house for half a mile, and whatever is chasing us is close to catching up. It was only a matter of time before my legs got tired and slowed down.”Quick Amy. Into the woods. We might lose him.” My mom managed to shout to me between breaths. I followed her into the woods, still running at top speed. For what I guessed was another 40 minutes I was jumping over rocks, leaping over twigs and sticks, ducking under leaves and branches, and dodging trees. The only thing keeping me running is the constant fear that the thing chasing me will catch up. I don’t even know what it looks like. It’s still down pouring trees are constantly falling. CRACK! There goes another tree. Oh no. This one was above us. “AHHHHH!” That’s it, I need to turn around. I look back behind me, and am filled with more terror than I ever thought I could feel. There, with her legs stuck under the branches of the fallen tree, is my mom. Behind her was the scariest thing I could ever imagine. It looked like a man in a normal black hoodie at first, until you look at his face. Where his face should have been was a blue mask, and instead of eyes, he had two deep, black, empty sockets. He had an inky black substance dripping from where his eyes were missing. He was standing on the fallen tree, looming above my mother with something I thought was a knife in his hand. That’s when I knew it was over, but I wasn’t going to just let him kill us. I rushed toward a dead tree a few feet away and rip off the studies branch I could find. Luckily, it came off with a sharp point. I rush at the strange humanoid thing and stab him through the leg. He howled out in pain and turned his attention to me. I attempt to yank the stick out of his leg but it snapped. There goes my luck. I turn my weapon around and smack him as hard as I can with the branching end. But by this time he was ready for it and yanked the branch out of my hand. I lunged at him, knocking him over. That’s when my mom grabbed at our attacker for anything she could hold on to. The next thing I knew, the man’s mask was in mom’s hands and that guy had a rock in his. I couldn’t see his face, but judging on how pale my mother’s face had become, I didn’t want to. He hits mom’s head with the rock and she falls unconscious just before I kicked the man in the back with all my strength and he falls forward. I rush toward my mom and check to see if she’s still breathing. She is. I look to where the man was and find him gone.”Where did he g-“. And everything went black.
I wake to find myself blindfolded and tied to what I assumed was a bed. Turning my head to the side, I use the mattress to put off the blind fold. Wow this guy is bad at restraining people. Vision blurry, I look around the room to see that the walls are white with splatters of what look like a mix between red and brown. On the wall to my right was a door and across from me was my mom, now awake and working to get her blindfold and restraints off. I notice that the beds are sitting at angles that make them look like they’re leaning against the wall. They felt like hospital beds, the kind used for surgeries. In the middle of the room sat a large glass bowl and a variety of weapons and surgical tools. Creak. The door squeaked as it was opened by the man who attacked us, now with his mask back on his face. He dragged the cart of tools over to my mom as I tried to scream, but nothing came out of my mouth that I just realized was gaged. “Normally I do this in the victim’s home when they’re sleeping, but this will have to do for today.” the man said in a deep, ragged voice.He picked up a scalpel and slowly cut oven my mother’s torso, blood starting to flow out. Dispite her gag, she let out a blood curling scream of pain and terror. Once the man saw the hole big enough, he plunged his hand into the gash. He dug around, my mother screaming the entire time. Tears streamed down my face as I watched helplessly. Finally, he removed his hand, but with something in it. He ripped out the thing in his hand and put it in the glass bowl. Shoving his hand back into the incision, he pulled out another organ like the first, and took a bite out of it. My mom had just had both her kidnies removed. As the monster stitched my mother back up,she passed out and some black driped out from the man’s eyes and into the wound, mixing with the blood. Once he was finished, he turned toward me and dragged his cart over to me. I was still crying from what had just happened to my mom. Now I was next. Studying the scalpel, the man must have decided it was too bloody, because he put it back on the tray and picked up a hunting knife. He slowly started cutting through my skin, and I screamed louder than I ever had in my life. The white hot pain seared even greater once he dug his hand into my guts, taking his time as he went. I turned my head to the side and vometed all the contents of my stomach. Finally, he found what he was looking for, grabbed it, and slowly pulled it out. Once it was in the bowl, he started searching for my other kidny. And I once again lost conciseness.
When I woke, I was still on a sergery bed, but this time, it was in a hospital. I try to get up, but the pain in my midsection prevented me.
“N-nurse?” I call out weakly as I see a woman passing by out in the hallway. She imidiantly called out to the other nurses that I was awake. She rushed in and started checking my medical condition. “Where’s mom?” I ask. “She’s in the room over, but you’re in no condition to be moving around.” she answered. “Well when can I come to see her?”. “Once you and your mother recover. Now, could you please explain to me what happened?”. “S-sure, but how did anyone find me?”. Somebody was fishing nearby, heard screaming, ran home to get his gun, and found you and your mother in an abandoned cabin.” I start to tell the horrific story of what had happened to my mom and I, including every detail from start to finish. I was in tears by the and, scared that the creature would come back.
In the next few weeks, I had a kidny implant and eventually recovered enough to walk. Then came the day I would get to see my mom. When I came into the room, she was very pale. I rushed to her bedside, and gave her a giant hug. Weakly, she returns it. “Amy, I have some bad news.” said a doctor as he walked in and saw me. “What is it?” I ask. “We haven’t been able to find a kidny for your mother, and even if we could, it’s too late by now.” the doctor told me. Welling up with tears, I burry my head into my mother and cry myself to sleep.
The next few days were just blurs to me. My mother was getting weaker and eventually, left me. I was never the same after that. I want to live with my newly Wed aunt and uncle over in Arizona. They tried to comfort me, to cheer me up, but it never worked. I no longer cared about life. I was just an empty shell. In my spare time at home, I would lay in bed and stare at my ceiling, mourning over my mother. And when I ran out of tears, I would think of how I would get revenge on the man that did this to me. I could feel myself slowly turning insane,and I loved it. Over the course of this time, I would also collect things into a bag that I would need for my revenge. Once I has turned 16, I had everything I needed and was a complete psychopath. My aunt and uncle were getting worried about me, so they sent me to a councilor. I made them believe it worked, but I was only faking it. There was no turning back for me. A few days after my birthday, I beheaded my aunt, disassembled my uncle, and ripped the guts out of my councilor. Now was the time. I grabbed my bag of weapons that I had collected, and walked out the door. Whoever had killed my mother better watch their back, because they have me hunting them down now.