Jack Mercy | Chapter 1

I wrote this story when I was a young teen and I will be posting it on here editing and continuing it.

CHAPTER ONE
THE BASEMENT SMELLS

Somewhere between this reality and the next, there was a desert. This desert was known as the Dimlim. The people inhabiting this particular desert had taken it upon themselves to name the desert meaning “center”. For it was held among these tribes that the Dimlim was the center of existence.
There was the Vami Xeiml tribe to the west, the Femija tai to the east, and between the two there was a town named Zom Viatf. On the outskirts of Zom Viatf lived Darren Mercy.

At the moment of interest he was sitting proudly rocking his chair on the porch of his house. A wide grin was spread across his unshaven face, the source of his pleasure was a nazi soldier about ten yards from the front porch hiding behind a boulder. Darren raised his double-barreled shotgun and took aim for the top of the nazi’s hat which slightly protruded from the rock. He fired. Blasting a few chunks of rock into pieces. The nazi was no longer there. Darren sat for awhile confused once again. Darren Mercy had been repeating this same event every morning at the same time for the past six years. He would see a nazi soldier, attempt to fire upon him and then sit in his rocking chair very puzzled by the outcome.
His son Jack would try to sneak out of the house while he was usually to distracted to notice. But not today.

Jack had timed the event incorrectly thinking that his father would still be sitting and wondering about the nazis vanishment. He was in fact staring at the front door just as Jack attempted to creep out of it. “Get back inside the house…or you will never move again.” Darren said this seemingly calm but Jack knew better. This just meant his father wouldn’t hesitate to shoot him. “Someone could see you and then I would be crucified. for having brought a wicked being as yourself into the world. I’m not risking my life for your sorry ass.” He concluded.
Not wanting to be further insulted or possibly wounded physically Jack ducked back inside remembering to slam the door shut. He ran up the old wooden stairs. To the safest place in the house though it wouldn’t seem so to you and I. Jack stood in front of a horse trailer that was leaning on part of the caved in roof and partly on a pile of tires and a pair of car doors stacked one on top the other. You may ask how the trailer had come to rest in the house and at this time I can only tell you this, the trailer had been there for six long years, and had served as the boys sanctuary from his father.
Jack opened the sideways door and climbed into the trailer, inside his sanctuary he kept the few possessions he cared for ; a deer fur pelt from the one time he had made it far enough away from the house to hunt. He also kept a few other things, his hat he had made from the head and fur of a wolf, the other belongings he possessed was a small photograph of his deceased mother Patricia and a poster of the great City of Fielx which he had found in the trash and rescued it. The city of Fielx always crept into his dreams and he would quite like to go there. Jack picked up the picture of his mother and tried as hard as he could to remember her. But despite his efforts he couldn’t remember in the slightest.
Darren rocked his chair slowly back and forth laughing quietly at the boys futial attept to leave the house. He thought to himself that he would have to punish him to insure he wouldn’t try it again. Darrens favorite way of punishing him was to let him spend some time with the Dol El . This beast was a house virus that had taken up residence in the basement. The Dol El had survived by feeding off Jacks life force. Darren had been using it to punish Jack since he found it a few years ago. The beast would kill an average man in one feeding. But Jack was not average in any measure besides appearance, for he was known as a Were-Wulf.
Jack possessed amazing resilience to pain, and seemingly no remorse for his actions, and worst of all if his eyes gazed upon a full moon he would transform into a most dangerous beast. Darren enjoyed feeding him to the Dol El very much. He opened the front door and yelled upstairs for Jack to come down and “take his medicine” after no response he began to march up the stairs. Jack could hear him stomping his way up to the door of his trailer. Jack knew what was coming and knowing there would be no escape he bravely stood and waited to be fed to the Dol El.
Darren now standing inside the small dimly-lit trailer raised his right hand high in the air closing it into a fist and bringing that fist down on Jacks chin. Who expectedly dropped like a sack of potatoes, Darren didn’t bother to catch him, he just clutched the back of Jacks collar and dragged him down the stairs. Jack kept slipping in and out of consciousness seeing images of the stairs as he was being dragged down. He saw flashes of light as his father flicked the kitchen light on. Darren dropped him in front of the basement door and told him to get up.
Jack slowly pulled himself into a standing position, as he examined the door he noticed the many blood stains across the steel. At the handle he saw a particular one of his, from when Darren had slammed Jacks head against the door for not standing up quickly. His father reached and opened the door letting in the darkness. He shoved Jack in front pushing him down the staircase. When they both reached the basement floor Jack slumped to the ground, knowing the monster would soon feed off him. Darren made his way to the small lamp located in the opposite corner of the room.
The Dol El took the form of a black tar-like mass sprawling across a wall with two piercing eyes. Jack was facing it examining the many animal body parts and pieces of furniture protruding from it. The father walked along an opposite wall heading for the stairs but just before he reached the first step Jack asked in a weak voice “why”. Darren stood at the bottom of the staircase with his back to his son. He glared over his shoulder for a moment, then headed up, closing the door behind him. Now Jack knew he wouldn’t receive an answer but he thought maybe he could make his father feel even a slight bit guilty. He sat staring at the wall as he could hear the Dol El pulling itself down off the wall.The monster worked its way onto the floor. He turned and faced it, now sludging its way toward him. Jack used to struggle but he had learned there was no where to hide in the basement. It climbed on top of him wrapping him up like a python, squeezing tightly.

He could feel the cold substance that was the Dol El on his whole body. Slowly it started biting and scatching at his limbs. The Dol El pulsed a variety of vibrant colors as it sucked the life out of Jack. This hurt but not enough to make him cry out. He relaxed as best he could trying to resist the pain. Darren sat in the kitchen waiting to hear a scream. Nothing came. This infuriated him very much as he rose and preceded to lock the basement door.

Darren decided he should spend his time finding out what he would do for work. The factory where he had been employed had closed down a few weeks ago. And he was in dire need of money.
So bearing this in mind he climbed into his old truck and drove towards town. The drive to town was short, he only lived a few miles away. When he reached Zom Viatf he parked his vehicle near the only bar. Where could often be found some men of the area discussing the news of the week. Darren thought they might know where to find some work. He walked up the rickety steps to the swaying doors pushed them open to enter. Darren made his way to the nearest empty bar-stool and slapped his money down ordering a large bottle of whiskey. Then he searched the room with his sharp eyes.
Suddenly he spotted Roger Romero, one of his pals from the factory. Roger was a short man with light brown skin and a large moustache that crawled all the way down past his chin. When the man noticed Darren he yelled to him. “Hey man! Darren hows it going, man?” As he left his table and started to walk. Darren answered. ” I’ve been outta work for about two weeks now. How bout you? ” As Roger sat down at the bar. ” Nahh man, I’m doing great. I been working in this traveling freakshow man.”
“really? What…do you do?” “Oh no no no, man! I’m just like the driver and stuff ya know? were always looking for a new act tho. so let me know if you know anyone.” As Roger finished his sentence a grin stretched across Darren’s face. Because this had given him an brilliant idea, a terribly brilliant idea. “actually Roger I might know where you could find a real freak, for a price.”

Jack finally couldnt control the pain any longer and he began to howl out. The Dol El didn’t mind though it was much abliged to just keep biting and scratching at him. He could feel the beast becoming full and knowing the feeding would stop soon was not enough.

Jack had become angered, so he started trying to fight his arms free from its grasp. Punching and kicking the monster was the best he could do. Slowly the Dol El released him and worked its now fat black mass across the basement floor. He watched panting as it headed for the far wall. Jack was so angry he wasn’t thinking clearly picking up the lamp in the corner and throwing it at the Dol El that was now resting upon the wall. The lamp caught fire but then quickly dissipated into the black mass.
Jack stood slowly and walked to the stairs and looked up at the door. It was now completely dark but he could see just fine. Jack had never escaped the basement but that had never stopped him from trying. He had tried so many times to escape and the most likely way to escape he determined would be breaking the door. He quickly started searching the basement for something he could use to break the door open. After overturning a few benches and desks Jack remembered he had thrown the lamp at the Dol El. Then he remembered it was made of very sturdy metal and could have been used to pry the door off its hinges. Turning his attention to the black mass stretched across the wall Jack said. ” Hey you ugly beast! give me back that lamp.” The creature grew a pair of eyes to look at him with and said nothing. Jack started toward the Dol El now emboldened.
He felt like hurting the Dol El, really hurt the beast. He felt a sudden rush of energy and a voice in his mind urging him foward. Jack had seen the inside of the Dol El and knew exactly how to hurt it. rushing into the black mass he started kicking, punching and howling as the beast started to squeal. Jack beat his way inside the monster until he felt as though he were swimming in it.
Jack could now see the things that were kept inside it. he saw the thing he thought might be its brain, it was the form of a baby wolf. He wasn’t sure if this was the brain because he had never seen a brain before. Jack wrapped his hands around the neck and bit down hard on its face. When he did . The baby wolf started to bleed profusely the black mass fell to the ground with a splash releasing its contents onto the floor. The whole room was now filled with all manner of dead carcasses and furniture including the lamp. Jack rose from the debris and made his way to the lamp stepping over many terrible things along the way. He grabbed the lamp and started walking across the room to the steps, when out of the corner of his eye he saw what looked like a gun. He stooped down by it to take a look and it just so happened to be much longer and cylindrical in shape. along the barrel was a piece of tape inscribed “Panzerschreck” “anti-tank rocket launcher”. He recognized this as his fathers handwriting, his father must have gotten this rocket launcher during the war.
Lying next to the Panzerschreck was a smaller cylindical item. Jack picked it up and slid it into the barrel of the rocket launcher and then lifted it up vertically. He looked at the door and then he looked at the weapon. He had an idea that this weapon would work in a similar way to his fathers shotgun only a bit bigger. Jack had to drag it to the bottom of the steps on account of the size. He set one end mounted on an old desk. He held the other side with his hands gripping his finger on the trigger and took aim for the door.

BLAM!!! The rocket took off the door as well as part of the kitchen. The explosion started a fire in th kitchen as well, Jack dropped the weapon and ran up the stairs. He left the kitchen and headed upstairs to his trailer room. Climbing inside of it he grabbed his few belongings, putting his hat on and throwing the rest in a sack. He glanced out of a small window and saw his fathers truck driving up followed closely by a much larger truck with letters on the side, it read
“Rico Zonkas Freakshow Spectacular” Jack didn’t like the sound of that. As he saw the trucks park on the other side of the house he knew they would imediately see the state of the kitchen, so in a desperate attempt at escape he backed away from the window then ran full force at it. The window shattered as he flew through it landing hard on the desert sand. Jack got back up faster than he thought he could and crept along the side of the house until he saw the trucks. He noticed they were empty. His father must have taken his guests inside to investigate the kitchen. He knew his father would be furious and would maybe even kill him.
So Jack decided it was time to leave this horrible home but not before he made sure they couldn’t follow him to soon. He ran over to the trucks and slash the tires with his long sharp nails. After having done this he looked to the south. Which he was pretty sure the city of Fielx was in that direction, he took off running faster and harder than he had ever run before.

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Hot Dance

Two girls entered the great hall, clothed in
exquisite dresses and smelling of the finest perfumes.
They were equally beautiful and yet both uniquely
formed. One Brunette and taller the other shorter, blond
and very thin. They walked delicately across the the
red carpeted floor. They were bookended by to men dressed
in all black suits including black shirts and ties.

The hall was filled with many guests all dressed in
their finest attire. None of them paying attention as
they were lost in conversations. The hall had many
large lights hanging from the ceiling that illuminated
room quite nicely.

The two men in suits roughly grasped the girls by
their arms and led them through the hall. The girls
protested more and more as they approached the center
of the room. In the center of the room there was a
hole about 7 feet deep. The suited men led the girls
upto the edge and held them there. The Brunette began
to scream and try to pull away. His grip was too strong.
the blond made no attempt and just stared into the
hole. The floor of it was covered in hot coals.

The crowd continued conversing as if nothing had happened
until overhead the lights were turned off. Now the only
thing giving any light to the room were the hot coals
in the hole. The crowd all stopped talking at once
and now gathered closely around the two girls. The
tall brunette thrashed more violently and pleaded with
the crowd and the suited man holding her arm.

The blond. still nothing. She just stared into the red
glare of the coals.

Over the crowd a large light up sign flickered on
with a single word on it. “Dance”
Having read the sign, the men pushed the two girls over
the edge and into the pit. They both landed on their
sides. The crowd exploded into fits of rage and began
tearing at each others clothes and skin. Screaming one
phrase over and over “Hot Potato!”as the Brunette
began jumping around on the hot coals trying
fruitlessly to get out.

“Hot Potato! Hot Potato!”
They screamed as they tore into each others flesh.
Simultaneously raping and cannibalizing each other.

The Blond just sat quietly on the coals and cried
gently as the brunette danced around screaming and
burning.

Beast in The Woods

   The colony was once at peace. But that is not what I must tell you a story of. My story is of when the colony was very much the opposite of “at peace”. A time of much confusion and terror. I was once a carpenter in this new england colony. Where I reside now there is scarcely any wood and so I refrain from cutting any to do carpentry work. Though I must say I do miss the the smell of freshly cut Oak or the sense of accomplishment I would once get from building an excellent rocking chair for my lovely wife. Speaking of which I do miss my dear lover, incredibly.

Perhaps you may ask, why don’t I stop mopping and run back home to her. But I must inform you, that is impossible, as far as my knowledge of this place goes. The sand is the most irritating of all, for the reason that it is not accompanied by any water, but the stench from the rotting carcass lying next to me may soon be more bothersome. Perhaps it would have been better if I had let the creature devour me instead of smashing his skull in to a million pieces. Nevertheless he or “it” had treated me with quite a bit of hostility when I first arrived in the desert plane. Please don’t think me a violent man, this I assure you is the first violent thing I have ever done, save for some light hunting and even then I was always quite respectful to my prey.

                Where to start with a story as grim as mine. How about the beginning of things? Yes, that seems appropriate. It was autumn and there was a cold wind that blew through every now and then, chilling you to the bone. The colony was very busy, with shop owners springing up, children attending school, and men working the soil. Everything was as it should be or perhaps just how we’d all like it to be. The most peculiar thing is that things went wrong so very quickly. It started with the first child to dissapear, he always seemed to be a nice boy, though maybe I just prefer to remember him that way. Death tends makes us remember our friends better than they were and our enemies not as bad as they seemed. But all in all he seemed a nice boy. He would always keep his shoes clean and he’d use good manners, in front of me anyway. His father and I were building an exceptionally nice table for his in-laws. He would make it a gift in an attempt to erase their fears of him not being able to provide for his family. It was still early in the morning when he told me of his sons dissapearance.

“He’s gone and I’m afraid he may have been taken by someone.” He told me in a somber tone out of character for a man as large as he. And he was, a very tall and muscular man.

I was caught off guard with this sad news.
“Are you telling me you haven’t told anyone this yet?”

“No, I haven’t there’s no sense in tellin’ everybody. Getting them all worked up. If someone took him I’ll just go take him back and kill whoever took him away.”
He said this a tone of violence, making me uncomfortable. Because as I told you I’ve never been a violent man, up until a little while ago.

I tried my best to explain to him that telling everyone he knew would be the best course of action and I still believe I was right. But unfortunately nothing I told him would convince him. He became so angered that he tossed the nice table we had been making across the room. I stood in shock as he stormed out of my shop.  That was the last time I ever saw him.

Only a few hours after our little talk he was seen heading off into the woods nearby, never to be seen again. After the sun had set and he had not come back his wife was hysterically pleading with me and a few of his other close friends to go into the woods and look for him. I have no shame in now saying I was terrified of the idea of going into the woods, in the dark need I remind you, to look for someone who had recently destroyed a table I had worked many hours on.

The woman plead her case from one to the next each one turning her away either out of fear or simply out of laziness I do not know. But finally exhausted she fell to the ground whining with tears streaming down her face. She just sat there on her knees crying and crying. The noble part of my soul wanted to stand her up and dust her off and assure her that everything would be alright. But my fears prevented me from doing so and besides I felt I would be lying to say that everything would be alright. I now know it would most definitely have been a lie. I watched as she sat in the street and cried. But thankfully there was,
James Bradford strolling upto her. I was thankful James didn’t seem to be busy for he was a man of great valor. He had fought many battles in his life and had scars to prove it and so I was sure he would handle the situation. James Bradford strolled up to the woman on the ground, with a sack hanging in his hand. He set it down then he knealed beside her and spoke in a whisper to her. He helped her up and much to my dismay they headed towards my shop. I tried to leave the room out of fear of being asked to aid in the search. But before I could cross the threshold and out of ear shot James hollered out to me.

“Hey mister. Can you assist me in tending to this woman?”

I ducked back into the room acting as if I never meant to leave in the first place.

“Of course, of course set her down over here. ”

I lead James over to a chair I had just recently made and he set her down on it. She began to cry a bit less and her breathing became more regular. I then tried once more to leave the room avoiding any and all involvement but once again Mr. Bradford called me back into the room. So realizing the inescapable truth that I was going to have to sit and listen to her plight once more, I sat down and slumped in my chair. She began speak in a sobbing voice telling him everything that had occurred. After she finished James assured her everthing was going to be alright in the same way I had wanted to comfort her myself. I do not believe he was lying though as I would have been, He truly belived everything would be alright. But I must tell you how very wrong he was.

Within minutes of hearing the womans plight James Bradford was outside of the building calling to every man he saw.

“Come men and listen, for a great beast has descended upon our people.” He spoke as I had ever heard anyone speak and when he spoke men did listen because he was James Bradford and every man in the colonies knew of his exploits. Some even spread rumors of his conquest over monsters of every sort, I do not know the validity of such claims, but in light of recent events I no longer doubt the possibility.

“We must vanquish this evil from our land.”

Many men had gathered to listen. Some interjected with opinions such as ;

“Is it a Were-Wolf?!”

“Perhaps a Vampire.”

“No no! I’ve seen the witches come out of the woods before. It’s a Witch!”

The men began to argue amongst each other debating what kind of beast lie in the woods. But before they could make any more conclusions Bradford brought back their focus.

“Men, listen! We know not what foul beast of hell lurks in the cover of the woods. What we do know is that it must be destroyed! Are you with me ?”

The men cheered and shouted approval of the mission. How they could all be so brave was a great mystery to me.

“Gather weapons so that we may fight this beast.”

The men in the crowd began dispersing in different directions to obtain weaponry of all sorts. Bradford looking very proud of himself crossed his arms and now looked to me. I knew very quickly he would ask me to go into the woods to fight the best. So quickly gave reasons for my exemption from sucha mission.

“Well I would go with you sir. But the problem is my leg….”
“Your…Leg?”

“Yes sir. My leg is severily damaged and so I would most definitely be a drain on the whole operation, sir.” He must have known I was lying because he started laughing in a loud playful way. That slightly made me feel more comfortable until he began speaking again.

“Well, well we can’t have that nw can we? You most definitely should stay here my friend. I would never have asked you to go, I know you’re not one for fighting.”

On the outside I chuckled a bit and appeared light-hearted but on the inside I was boiling with anger. The idea that he had decided I was not one for fighting without even knowing me was most insulting and upsetting. But I think what was more upsetting was the feeling I had that he was probably right in his assumption. I was much releaved when he left my shop. I could hear the men rallying on the edge of the woods until the sound died down slowly as they moved further away. I decided a bit of carpentry work would calm my nerves so I began work on rying to repair the damage my friend had done to the table.

The hours passed and the table was coming along quite nicely until I heard the sound coming from the woods. The sound I heard was like nothing I had heard ever before and I dare say you have never heard such a terrible thing. I could hear the voices of the men screaming in terror and agony. I could hear guns firing. But I also heard a stranger voice that sounded like that of a ontherworldly beast and I thought to myself, “That can be no witch, I’m sure of it.” The teeth clenching sound did not stop either it just kept on going, it was so bad I was forced to clasp my ears. I look out the front door of my shop and saw the woman of the colony running about screaming and clasping their ears as well. The sound lasted for what felt like several life times but really couldn’t have been more than a few minutes.

When it stopped, those running around outside began to calm themselves. I removed my hands from my ears and they were in an extreme amount of pain. I held up my hands to look at them and they were covered in a thick layer of blood.
I screamed and fell back onto the ground. I don’t remember how long I sat on the ground panting and looking at my hands. Finally, I calmed down , a litttle. I rose and exited the shop wanting to see if everyones ears were bleeding or if I was just losing my sanity. As I walked outside in to the street Inoticed most of the women were helping each other clean their ears of the blood. I was slightly releaved knowing at least I hadn’t imagined it.

Another sound “graced” my ears, one which I do not care to remember any more than the last. But nevertheless I must go on. The sound of a man screaming and yelling could be heard coming form the direction of the woods. The women gathered around me as we watched a figure about a hundred yards off frantically running toward us. As he came close enough to see that he had a limp and was bleeding profusely some of the women shreiked. But one particularly tall woman recognized the man.

“Thats John!”

Hearing a name reassured me that it wasn’t a beast and so I ran out to meet him. As I approached him in the dark he screamed horrible screams and as I lead him by the arm back to the women he began crying.

“NO NO! Don’t take me back in there! It’s horrible! The teeth, so many teeth so much noise.”

Finally he fainted falling to the ground. The one tall women from beofre began cleaning his face with her dress. The other women allgave shouts and yells of “What happened? Where are the others?” But they were given no reply because the boy had already lost consciousness. I helped the tall woman carry him to his house I assumed she was his wife but I am not sure of it. Once we laid him down on his bed he began to thrash and squirm again. We held him down until his movement subsided.

“What?! Where am I? ” He asked.
“You’re in your home, you’re alright.” I answered.

“But what happened to the others?” The tall woman asked him.

“They… They. Oh no!” He began thrashing once more requiring us to restrain him once more. After he relaxed we again let him go. He spoke now in a much calmer tone.

“I only remember parts. There were twenty of us when went in. We didn’t know what killed the first two. We just were’nt watching them and then when we looked again they weren’t there. It was as if they were never really there at all . But as we kept going deeper in, deeper into the woods we found THEM!” The man thrashed uncontrolably.

“Found who?! Who is THEM?” I implored agressively.

He stopped thrashing and became very relaxed once again speaking calmly.

“The monsters were nothing like we thought. They were much more intelligent. But they would speak with us Bradford tried to reason with at first saying that if they returned the man and his child to us we wouldn’t kill them. They didn’t like that, not at all. They just went insane, they began screaming and clawing and biting us. Oh that noise! That terrible awful noise!”

The man then thrashed more violently than before until we couldnt control him any more. He fell out of the bed, all of his thrashing had increased his bleeding so badly that now it was spraying out of his wounds in spurts of dark red. He stopped moving. He was dead. We both stood quietly in the room staring at his limp body. At that point I knew in my heart htat something had to be done , these monsters could not , nay would not get away with such terrible murder. I left the building and headed for my shop. Once inside I glanced around the room for some sort of weapon. The only thing I saw were a wide variety of wooden furniture as well as some spare peices. So, I began shuffling through the wooden peices until I found a peice about four inches in diameter and about four feet long. I weighed it in my hand with purpose and headed for the woods clutching it in one hand and a lantern in the other.

As I neared the edge of the woods I could make out the distant sounds of terror, owls, wolves and God know what else. Though I had made up my mind that the monsters could not be left alone, I was still quite terrified of what they might look like or act like. I only had what the dead man had given me as clues to their appearance and so I dwelled on it as I made my way into the woods. Perhaps they would be slimy and scaly like that of a fish or hairy and big like a bear. But I knew from what the man had said that they would have teeth, so many teeth and they would make terrible noise. Now looking back on the situation I honestly do not know how I ever worked up the courage to trek off into the woods to face the beasts.

I saw a little pond filled with dark murky water and a little closer to me was a fallen tree. I crouched down behind the tree and looked about myself hoping to see the monsters before they were upon me. And then…..There it was. One of the beasts was standing at the edge of the pond staring back at me. I’m not sure whether it was deciding how it was going to eat me or if it hadn’t seen me yet. But it was motionless. It had form of body I had never seen before it had eyes the size of saucers, it had two arms coming out of the front of its chest and another four coming out of the normal place that a dog would have them. The head was covered in horns like that of a bull only many more horns. The beast sat completely still until it seemed to see something, it perked up and my guess is that it stood to be at least as tall as I. I am not a particularly tall man but I am average height.

I glanced around the woods stealthily to try and catch a glimpse of what the monster might have saw. When looked back to the pond to gaze upon the beast it was no longer there. I stood up quickly and began turning in circles holding my lantern and club high. Then out of seemingly nowhere the beast landed on me tearing clawing at my chest. I beat it over the head with my club all the while screaming profantities I’m not proud of. Then it opened its mouth and I new what the man had been speaking off when he had said “Teeth, so many teeth”. I was fighting for my life and for justice I felt it in my heart that if this foul monster was going to be the end of me I would be the end of it as well. I kept pound away on its head and it kept biting and scratching me and screaming, oh how it screamed. I closed my eyes and just kept pounding and pounding away until……. Everything stopped. When I opened my eyes I found myself here in this desert plane.

The beast was dead. I thought that perhaps I was too and that this new place was some sort of hell. But I now know the true nature of this realm. I do not know how I have learned the true nature but I wish had not. For this place is one of no return. I offer one bit of advice to you , stay out of the woods.

THE END.