Ponies

Post #27:

I just watched three episodes of My Little Pony, Friendship Is Magic.

According to Rainbow Dash, only Pegasus-es-es... can walk on clouds.

Those Librels!





                                                    Unicorn Slayer

No wait,

                                                     Pegasus Slayer

Trying To Follow A Blog... Something Is Messed Up.

Post #26:

Short, angry post.

So i'm trying to follow this one blog called Mildly Nerdy Ramblings Of A Lovable Freak.
This girl reminds me so much of me and Lewis that it's just... freaking werid and awesome.
But for some reason, it won't let me comment on any of the posts and after ive tried to follow it in the few ways i know how to, it put another little picture blip on her follow list... but it doesn't have my picture (it looks like asdfghjkl;'s picture on my follow list, and my name doesn't even show up when you roll over the picture.
I am so juiced off.
Anyone what to tell what the heck is wrong here?

                                                  Unicorn Slayer

Creative Writing... Probably Some Other Stuff Too

Post#25:

     As i told you a couple posts back, i go to a creative writing class... well i guess it's not a class because we don't learn anything really, but i don't want to call it a creative writing club because that sounds like something you join in second grade and you write stories about a princess who befriends a dragon that breathes gold coin... so i guess i'm going to call it a class.

Anyways, i went there on Monday and I've been going once a month ever since last June... and I'm not sure if this should be a huge confidence boost or a weight on my shoulders for expectations but... my teacher thinks i'm amazing!  (=o

     The last assignment we got was to write a story using a one paragraph prompt she gave us as a springboard. My story was 14 pages long... but other than waiting for my printer to print it for what seemed to be five hours, nothing about the length screwed with anything, so anyways, we were all offered a chance to read our stories and my teacher was all like, "I doubt we can get to (unicorn slayer's) because it's probably sixteen pages long." Then i told her it was fourteen, we laughed, and then she said that because i was such an awesome writer that she was just going to photocopy my story for everyone to take home and read! Then she asked me if that was okay and i said that that was fine and she went on telling everyone how amazing i was! She said something like, "You know how some writers add in three pages describing something that isn't even important to the story and after you read it you wonder why you had to read it? Well that doesn't happen with (unicorn slayer.) She always has consistent information and her stories are always good."

I was sorta like: =O

Then i was like: (=D and i said thanks and i was smiling like an idiot because it was sort of embarrassing and my teacher/adviser said sorry for embarrassing me and then in five minutes she said all that stuff again when she got up to photocopy my story. 

      I was thinking: Oh God, did i do good on this story? Did i say anything stupid? I swore a couple times and used some bad language... but...

     It Freaked Me Out!

     I write two good stories in the beginning and all of the sudden i'm amazing? Maybe i'm being too modest but i guess it's better to be down on yourself then think every word you write is going to make people cry because they're so beautiful. (if only i had the power to do that)

     That sounds like a Superhero! Word Girl! Someone being mugged? I write a sentence full of emotion and throw it at the mugger and they start crying and regret the path they took and give the purse back and go back to high school. I gotta go contact Marvel!

Our newest assignment is... not even an assignment, but we were given a paper about a contest we can join if we want. We have to write a story about dragons in 1000 words or less. This is going to be hard for me because i love to babbled, but apparently my babble is good for the story... Here's the link to the contest site in case you want to try it out (you can win $50!) LINK

     So right now, and through this whole post, i've been listening to this song by Anna Blue called So Alone. I learned about this song becuase there was commercial to buy it as a ringtone. I think this song is beautiful and... amazing. I can kind of relate to Anna Blue because no one knows what her real face is, we just know what her animated counterpart looks like, sorta of like how you don't know who i really am... i kind of want an amimated counterpart now... whose way more beautiful than i am... it wound be like: you know me, but you don't. =P   I've been reading the comments and wow... people are mean! They're calling her emo and meaning it in a hurtful way and saying the song sucked and saying that the internet doesn't need anymore goth crap.

... you could just say you didn't like it.

Then these other people were fighting and telling each other to kill themselves and calling each other f-ing effs who eff their moms.

How could this song influence people to be so violent with their words?

     So in other news. Awhile ago i was looking through the blogs and i went one called: Remarkably Mark. The last post he put up, which was put up two years ago, began with his own theme song! I want my own theme song! Can someone out there please write me a theme song? Lewis, Morgan, random blog reader, maybe Anonymous, Gingavitis could you please write me a theme song? And make me an animated character.
Please?

Last article of business, maybe.

Summer projects.
I hate them. So. Much.
To get into the honor English class next year i have to read all these books and answer fifty stupid questions on them, and half those questions, i was asking them myself! I was like whaaaaaat? Then one of the questions would be like: what happened? and i would be all like, heck man, i don't know.
Hate. Them.
I also hate the fact that i'm forced to read books i don't want to read (i HATE war books!) and then i have to answer philosophical questions like: what was the true meaning of this book? and then i can't just answer, "Always be nice to your friends" because i have to explain myself and have examples from the book but sometimes i just think of meaning by the weight of the whole story itself, i don't have a specific example.
Then i have the exact opposite problem that i do when i creatively write, i have a minimum number of pages to write. I can't write three pages of why The Lord of Flies (which wasn't as good a book i was hoping) was about how people need to watch how they treat each other or one day we might just end up killing each other. I can barely write a paragraph of that.
Now i need to tell you some of those examples are exaggerated, i don't think i have to write three pages of anything, but really what i really have to do seems just as impossible.
So this project is due on August 7th and we have to read three books, The Lord Of The Flies (read it), I Am The Cheese (read it, but didn't really understand it), and A Separate Peace (didn't read it because its a dumb war book, which i HATE, plus we got five pages of info on it to help us understand it... is it really going to be so hard?)
Then for Lord Of Flies we have ten questions per chapter and there are like... twelve chapters, to answer and i'm up to about chapter four or five on those. (At least i started!) and we have to answer a philosophical question. Then for Cheese, there are a bunch of questions and that book was a little... mind game-ish, so i need to google it and get the low down on it. Then for Peace, there are... i think a prompt and then the info papers have a bunch of little activities to do. *sigh*

     I don't want to grow up. I hope that one day something in my brain will click into place and i'll clean my house every day and get up early to meditate before i go work which is where everyone just loves me and the jobs i get, i finish within a couple of days.
     Thinking about the future makes me want to cry. I mean, next year i get my license... the only reason why that excites me is because i can go to the movies whenever i want and see the newest movie, or i can go the library whenever i want and be alone in the peace for hours. That's it. Films and Literature. I found my natural talent. (Sims 2 reference)
     My license. Then what, work? My sister wakes up at 7-8 in the morning to go to work and... it's summer. I hate waking up early, let alone during the summer. I'm going to take my waning innocence this year and love the Saturdays where i sleep to eleven in the morning. But of course, life is going to get in my way of a good time.
     Wow, i'm so depressed right now. I've gotta get this wonderfully sad song out of my head or i'm going to curl up with my kitty after posting this and i'm going to cry into her soft fur.
     I'm such an immature little baby, crying over the fact that life is harder than... harder than... harder than it has been. I should find myself lucky that i have a future, but then again. I'm to busy living in early years where i could spend my summer alone all day in my room, watching TV, thinking about nothing other than when a new episode of my favorite show was coming on. Sleeping until one in the afternoon and staying awake until five in the morning. But really, unless i get a just as a hooker... (which is not happening, although i'm sure i'd look good in fishnets) well, that's just not reality.

     Well i'm going to go now. I'm going to listen to some Linkin Park, listen to them scream out the injustices in the world and listen to them sing about the horrible people in the world and maybe i'll feel a little better, myself. So this is Unicorn Slayer saying goodbye, goodnight, and... stay in school? Don't eat yellow snow? Do your homework? and always make sure you... pet your pets. (They're called pets for a reason.) (oh yeah, and don't forget about that theme song! If mine turtle gets a theme song, i can too! Writers of the world, unite!

                                                    Unicorn Slayer

Movie Marathon Time! (Imagine I Sung That)

Post #24:

Random expression of my movie love: There's a vampire movie marathon on today on the Syfy channel.
Me gusta!
It ends with a Syfy original movie about... guess what... vampires. I know what I'm going to be doing today. My favorite channel with my favorite topic.

(i was online looking up some help for a game i'm stuck on and i decided to drop by and randomly post about something. A bunch of small random posts are way better than a bigger post once a month.)

                                                 Unicorn Slayer

Decided To Show My Love Of Stick Figures

Post #23:


A Stick figure scene i found on Google Images when i looked up: Stick Figure Humor:





It's simple, to the point, silly in a funny way.





My attempt at some stick figure humor:

It's complex and way too overworked and not even that funny... It's all over the place.


Life just sucks.


                                                    Unicorn Slayer

As Random As 4AM Can Get, Now Featuring A Quick Look At One Of My Stories.

Post #22:
So, yeah, you've guessed it. It's 4AM. Well, actually, 4:11AM.
I kind of don't know what to blog about. I decided to blog right now because... well... i was catching up on my Jenna Marbles videos, at 4AM, and i decided that i should create a post, at 4AM, because i had the internet key and i had nothing else to do... at 4AM.
Random Time!
       So i just finished watching Orphan. It's pretty funny that it was on because we (my family) just rented it from family video two days ago. I missed the beginning though but it was probably the family just checking out the orphanage and buying a Russian maniac.


       We also rented Paranormal Activity 2. I've now watched all the Paranormal Activities, and all out of order. I watched 1 first, then 3, and now 2. Honestly, i think 2 is the scariest. Maybe it's just because it's the freshest in my mind, or maybe because we just got a new TV and sound system, so whenever you would hear the woofer (which makes it sound like an earthquake is going on  in the background) you would know to brace yourself for something scary. Also, it seemed like things happened faster than you would think. Like it went from small scares, to big scares, really fast! At first the pool sweeper somehow comes out of the pool and pots are falling from the pot rack, then all of the sudden, the baby is levitating out of its crib! I needed some cool-down time to sort of take a breath, but then dog would bark and be mangled by some force and the girl was dragged down two flights of stairs to the basement to be possessed by the demon that wants her baby?! Everything was just happening so fast, i felt like i jumping from one big scare the whole time other than jumps at separate scares. I rode the high i got from something happening in the middle of the movie, all the way to the end. Does anyone understand what i mean?

       There's this show my sister watches call Awkward. and it's about... i don't know, high school and awkward-ness. Anyways, the main character, Jenna, has a blog, but she hid it from the public because she didn't want anyone to see it... why did you make a blog in the first place, chica? Ever hear of a diary? Then she came to a realization and she decided to un-hide it from the public and someone posts a comment as soon as she does and i guess we're supposed to think someone was reading it the whole time and oh my gosh, blah, blah. Something that made me think, though, was the fact that her narration through the show, was really what she was writing in the blog, so it made me kind of sad because her blog was so soulful, it all came from her heart in a way i don't think i'd ever be able to write in my glorious blog here... makes me wonder... it also make me sad, but i said that already... hmm...

       In my Creative Writing class meeting that was on the 25th, we got our assignment for the month and then we started to brainstorm whatever we were going to write. Now, here's something you should know about the person who teaches the class, she is very chatty, like veeeery chatty, but that's okay because it's kind of comical at times. Someone had a question about writing and she answered it but then everyone just jumped in on the conversation it went a couple of places before swinging away to talking about books in t he library and then coming back to writing and they were talking about blogs. I decided to take advantage of the library's free wifi and i came to my blog and i read some old posts and realized that i didn't even remember posting about some of the stuff i posted about. Then i heard them talking about how people post their stories online for suggestions and to see how people react and i realized that that might be something i would like to do.

       Now, i've thought of doing this before but i was nervous to because what if someone stole my story? I've read and watched too much stuff to be comfortable with the public, but i really do want to see what other people think of my stories, because most of the time, we don't have any time in Creative Writing to share every single person's story, and i hate reading aloud, so, no one had ever read a story of mine that i really wanted to share.

       So, to try something new out, i'm going to post a story of mine  here for everyone to read. I'm going to go with my October horror story because it's the only one that i feel is complete. I feel like it's fine the way it is and i don't need to add another five pages to it to make it better. Well, i guess my story from last June was pretty good, but it was more emotional than adventure-y... and i sorta guess that other one is pretty good to... Okay, i'm starting off with posting my horror story. I've never shared this with anyone yet, so you're the first! (unless someone else read this post before you) it's about... 7 pages i think. Don't ask why the font is huge, but at least you can tell where the post ends and story begins. Enjoy and please, please, leave a comment about what you thought of it! =)     (it's 5:05 now)

                                                  Unicorn Slayer

Blood Sports

T

he people cheered as they looked down into the center of the coliseum. It was dimly lit and shadow-filled from the poor lighting the candles gave off, but the spectators didn’t care, they never did. The candles were everywhere, on every railing, every balcony, on every dark open space, the Blood Sports couldn’t be held during the day and normal electrical lighting didn’t give off the eerie glow the candles did.

          Everyone waited with anticipation for the first door to be opened, and when it was, the cheering was louder than before. Out stepped the intended target, or victim. He looked like a lowly servant, or a man straight off the streets, with an overall dirty look and filthy appearance. Knowing death was waiting for him, he didn’t step out of the doorway, but was shoved by an unseen hand; he fell to his knees, unbalanced and upon getting up, he tried to shrink into the walls and go unnoticed, but the onlookers laughed at his fright.

          Then, the audience was twisted with an eagerness that overtook them all as they looked toward the door on the opposite side of coliseum. Almost all of them were chanting, and almost all were different phrases, but in the end they all meant the same thing: open the door. After an antagonizing minute, the requests were obliged as the sounds of a lifting mechanism echoed and mixed with the roaring of the crowds.

          Nothing was released at first, as if the ones who ran the Sports were still deciding on what to set out, but soon a dark shape appeared and walked elegantly into the arena. With it being my first time to the Blood Sports, I thought it was a joke, someone who was going to announce the monster and run off before it came out, but I was wrong. The members of onlookers who came to the Sports regularly were just waiting for the moment when the creature found its victim and struck: it didn’t take long.

          Still standing in the shadows, it’s eyes and nose quickly found the dirty man who was still pressed up against the cream colored stone walls. He knew hiding was futile, but every fiber in his body told to him to at least try to save himself, but it didn’t work. The dark creature’s eyes lit up with an other-worldly bloodlust and ran, faster than it looked it could ever go, straight to the man. He was dead faster than I expected, but the quick display of aggression was breathtakingly horrible all the same.

          The body fell into the dirt erupting a cloud of dust, and it inadvertently shown the audience the gashes across the neck, making them cheer the loudest they had all night. The vampire looked around at all the blood surrounding it and was planning in its head how to kill every single cheering person, but the walls were too high for anything, even a monster, to climb or jump up. It was too intoxicated to give up its planning, it greedily wanted every drop of blood that surrounded it, but eventually it realized planning and fantasizing would be fruitless and let itself be lured back into the farthest door where it would wait until the next time one of its feedings went public again.

          The spectators started to file out of the coliseum, blowing out the candle in front of them as left. The excitement died down quickly after the predator’s door closed and the body of the man was taken away. It was said that they were taking it be eaten by the werewolf that was sometimes shown on other nights.

          The Blood Sports were started “underground” when a group of men found a scraggly vampire trying bite rats in an ally and thought it would fun to put him in with their enemies in an enclosed room. The vampire tried to get out, not wanting to hurt innocent men, but he couldn’t stop himself because he was so weak. The men that found him thought it was hilarious to watch and invited more people to watch and did it again with a homeless man from the streets, and invited more people and did it again. It grew until the King found out what was happening. No one’s sure what happened next, but soon the Blood Sports started again, and was supported by the current King himself. He thinks that it’s a new way to deal with the homeless population, criminals, lazy servants, and a new way of entertainment for the wealthy.

          Yes, entertainment for the wealthy, you have to pay a big fee to gain admittance to the Sports and don’t think just because I got to watch them that I’m a wealthy person. I’m actually a poor homeless boy, age fourteen, and am fascinated by the Blood Sports. I was always hearing about them while I was out pursuing my career of petty thief, and they sounded mesmerizing, and they were. The fault in them was that it was prohibited for anyone who watched to talk about it outside the coliseum, such as who was killed or what did the killing. I always thought it was a lion, or bear, or other big animal, and never have I once thought a vampire was doing killing, but I’m glad it was, it shown that our world wasn’t as predictable as we all thought.

          The only way I got into the Sports was by sneaking past where you pay under some lady’s big coat; I’m glad I’m unusually short for my age. My friends, pursing the same career as me, were trying to find a back way in, but there aren’t any and they never got to watch. After the coliseum was half-way empty I got out of my hiding spot, if anyone saw me they would know that I snuck in, and made it to where my friends were. They looked frustrated at the fact that they missed it.

  “Did you get in?” one asked in a raspy voice from whispering. I smiled and nodded superiorly. They exchanged amazed glances before crowding closer. “Well, what animal was it? Who died? How much bloodshed?’

  “I don’t know,” I said slyly “I’m not supposed to say, it’s against the rules…”

They didn’t like my answer “Since when have we followed the rules?” he said “Now tell us or I’ll slit your throat,” he withdrew a knife, but said it in a half joking, half serious voice with a wry grin.

  “It was some dirty servant man and there wasn’t much bloodshed because… well you won’t believe what killed him,” I said, just setting them up for a shock.

  “Well,” the one said hungrily “what killed ‘em?”

  “Yeah, what killed ‘em?” a younger one chimed in.

  “It was a-”

  “Hey!” a loud scolding voice shouted cutting me off.

  “-vampire,” I finished before turning to see a bunch of guards congealing together, intent on stopping our conversation before any outside source heard the secret of the Blood Sports.

          In a flash our group broke up and started running, but I must have hesitated because I was pinned to the ground by some unseen force and looked to see an arrow in my shirt at the side, I bet they were aiming for my stomach, the death a ruffian was a small price to pay to keep the secrets of the Blood Sports just that, secret.

          I tried to pull the arrow out of the ground, but it was too deep in to be taken out easily, so I tried to rip away my shirt by just standing up, but I was weak from the fall because it took my breath away. Soon a guard was picking me up from the neck of shirt, ripping the side off, leaving a swatch of fabric stuck underneath the arrow on the ground.

  “What do we have here?” he asked in a gruff voice. He showed me to the other guards, one had a crossbow in his hand, and they all smiled at my misfortune.

          Before I could even blink twice, I was being drug to the coliseum. I kept my eyes open, but made it look like I was severely disoriented so I could watch our route and plot and escape. The guards opened a hidden trap door and my captor lugged me down a staircase while one held a torch and the other with the crossbow made sure I wasn’t going to escape. I could make out a prison of some sort: it was dimly lit with torches on the walls and had cells side by side, some holding one person, some holding many, some empty, all reeking of death and blood; I felt truly privileged to be there. After a long spell of empty cells we stopped at one beside a cell occupied by one person, far away from others. Without warning, the cell was opened and I was thrust inside it. I cracked my head against the hard stone floor and the world around me blurred. My head started to bleed and I passed out.

***

          I woke up in a fog, dizzy and confused. When I sat up against a dirty wall I felt the knot of dried blood tangled in my hair at the back of my head. I looked around the cell, but it was too dark to see anything. I crawled to bars of it, still disoriented, and tried to look out, but saw nothing but a stone wall and a hall extending away to my right. I tried to shout out, but it came out as barely a loud whisper.

  “Don’t even try,” a male voice said. I wasn’t sure of where it came from until I remembered the one in the cell beside me. “The only reason why they’ll come back is to put you in the Sports.”

  “Who are you?” I asked.

          There was a moment of hesitation before it calmly replied,  “Another unlucky soul.”

          I was happy to realize I wasn’t completely alone in this.

  “How long have you been here?” I hoped to gain some kind of time stamp on my stay in this prison.

          There was another hesitation  “Far too long.” I slouched, I was happy to know that I would live, but every moment would be antagonizing, “But you, you will probably not live here for as long as I.”

  “What makes you so special?” I asked, partly apprehensive.

  “Hmm…” the voice said, I could imagine it shrugging its shoulders.

  “When do they usually come back for us prisoners?”

  “You have longer than most here. Usually they wait a couple of days until the point where you’re hungry and weak and even sick to put you in the Sports, so you have a less chance of fighting or resisting of any kind. Personally, I do not understand this, I think it would be much more exciting if the victims ran around blindly before they were attacked,” the voice said smoothly.

  “Okay, well, how many days would you say I have?”

  “A few, three, four. Not many, really.”

          I slouched back. Pretty much everyone has a want to live, even if they have hardly anything to go back to. I doubt that even if I did somehow escape, finding my “friends” would be a hard thing to do. I started a debate with my own self in my head, one side wondering where to look for them, the other questioning the point of such a thing, there was a slim chance I was getting out alive.

  “So they’re just going to let me rot in here until I’m fed to the vampire.”

  “Or werewolf, do not forget about him.”

  “How could I?” I asked rhetorically. “Are you sure there isn’t some way out?”

  “If there was, I would have found it by now,” the voice said glumly.

  “What about the guards? Have you ever tried to, I don’t know, fight them?” I asked hopefully, I just really wanted to get out of that cell.

  “I did try once, when I was first put in here,” my ears perked up “That gash on my head bled for a while.”

  “So you’re saying you lost the fight?” I slouched.

  “Lost? There was barely a fight at all. Thinking back, it was quite foolish for me to even try. There were so many guards, and they themselves could take me down bare-handed, let alone with their knives and crossbows. After getting out of the grip of one guard, another was right behind him to knock me down,” the voice said, shadowed from recollection.

  “How many guards were there?”

  “More than I could count.”

          Well that didn’t make any sense, “Why? There were only three guards on me, why were there so many on you?”

          There was pause, and then a deep breath was taken in and out, “Because I’m a murderer.”

          That was like a punch in the chest. At first, I refused to reply to what he said, not wanting to speak to such a criminal, but then I sighed, not caring anymore, about anything. “Who’d you kill?”

  “Whoever I wanted.”

  “So you just killed random people off the streets?”

  “Yes.”

  “Well… why?”

          There was another pause, this guy seemed to never be able to make up his mind, “Everything vies to survive.”

          What was that supposed to mean? I tried asking him the same question, but he didn’t answer me back, so I sat in the near dark on a dirty floor. I tried to talk to him again, just so I could get some form of socialization, but he never answered back for days. So, alone, I laid and died in the cell, I became hungry and weak after the first two days, by the third I was considering committing suicide, it wasn’t like anyone was going to miss me. There was a lack of tools to do so with though, so, begrudgingly, I took that off my long list of things to do.

          In the distance I would occasionally hear the guards opening cells and laughing at others’ misfortune. If they came close, I would cringe, thinking that they were coming for me, or my silent, murderous, friend, but then they would fade away, my day not coming yet.

          On the beginning of the fourth day is when the voice finally spoke again, “They are coming.”

          I was weak and half asleep, so I barely understood a word “What?” I mumbled.

  “The guards are coming,” it clarified. I tried to listen closer.

  “How do you know-”

  “They are coming for me and you, but there aren’t many, three I think. One to hold each of us, one to make sure we don’t escape.”

  “How-”

  “I think this is the only moment either of us has to escape, be prepared to fight them.”

  “Fight? Are you crazy? I can barely stand!” I harshly whispered. In the distance, I could hear guards.

  “Be prepared to fight,” the voice repeated, almost in a growl.

          In a matter of minutes, the guards came; three, like the voice predicted. They opened my cell first and pulled me out violently, I was dizzy and hurt, tired and hungry. Then they opened the voice’s cell and out stepped the man behind it. He was young, and looked healthy despite the fact that he was in his cell longer than I was. He had copper brown hair and a handsome face, in fact, he didn’t look like a killer at all.

          We started to be lead away, eerily, the guards were silent, except when they would sneer or grunt at me to move faster. Eventually we made it past the cell blocks and into a tiny empty room that divided into two tunnels going opposite directions. The guards started to pull away into the two tunnels, I was going one way, the man was going to the other, he had two of the guards, I had one.

          Suddenly there was a lot of noise and movement behind me, the guard holding me turned around, and I craned my neck to what was happening. Somehow the man got free, and he was winning in a fight with both guards. He hit one of the guards in the nose with the heel of his hand and then kicked out his knee, he feel to the ground, his nose bleeding violently.

          The second came and tried to grab him, but he knocked down and he fell on all fours. The man kicked him in the stomach, and the guard rolled on his back, trying to breath. The guard holding me looked at the man, who smiled and cocked his head, just telling him to bring it on. The guard looked at me, back at the man, and then pushed me away and ran at the man, who was expecting that much. Faster than it seemed he could move, the man had the guard’s hands behind his back, and faster still, he bit into his neck and drank his blood. My mouth fell open in shock. 

  “You’re the vampire…” I said in my whispery voice. He didn’t answer right away, he was busying killing the guard. After a minute, his body dropped and the vampire looked at me.

  “Yes, I am,” he said simply. He started to walk towards me, but I backed up “Come, if I wanted to kill you, you would be dead by now, and I am sure that you need my help if you want to live.”

  “Why are you helping me?” I asked, still uneasy.

  “Pity maybe, could be friendship, I am still not completely sure, but if we are to get out of here alive, we need to leave, now,” he said strongly and went through a door that I didn’t notice before because it looked the same as the wall. We were in a dark tunnel, lit with the occasional torch, that lead to an unknown place.

  “Did you kill that guard you… bit?”

  “No, I just did that for some strength, plus he was about to get on my nerves, I could just tell. He is going to wake up with a bad neck-ache, but that is as far as his pain will go.”

  “So he’s not going to be a vampire?”

  “No, just angry."

          Content with my answers, I continued to run as best as I could, behind me I started to hear the voices of men, I could only think that they were the guards. Slowly, a door appeared ahead of us which we ran through. We found ourselves in the arena. I never wanted to know what it was like to in there, but I realized that it was like being in a big bowl, really. We were on the side of the oval shaped arena, the victim door was to the left, the vampire/werewolf door was on the right; we came out of the door they used for “clean-up.”

  “Well, mister smart guy, where to now?” I asked sarcastically.

  “Through there,” he said, pointing to an identical looking door across from on the other side of the oval. It wasn’t a far walk, the oval was longer than it was wide, but it seemed so far away. We started to run towards it “This door leads outside the arena, if we make it, we will be free.”

          Being free sounded pretty good to me, so I tried ran faster, but before we made it halfway to it, a big and bright flood light turned on. The vampire put out a hand to stop me.

  “What’s happening?” I asked quietly.

          Before I could be answered we heard a long clanging mechanical noise and, turning, we saw the vampire/werewolf door opening. A guttural growl sounded from behind it.

  “No,” the vampire whispered. Out sprang the werewolf, huge and angry.

          It looked like a wolf, but it was higher and thicker. Its fur was dark and mangy, and its eyes were red and burning. It locked its eyes onto me first. I wanted to scream out, but my throat was too dry, and I was numb from terror. I tried to run, but I was too weak and when the wolf pounced on me and knocked my breath out, all I could do was lay there.

          I was under its big paw being crushed while it tried to bring its snarling face down to my neck to kill me quickly. Instinctively, I out my hands to push it away, but it was too strong and I couldn’t find a hold. Rank breath rained down on me and I turned my head and looked away.

          Suddenly, the pressure on my chest lightened and I looked to see the wolf getting off me, but it was so it swipe me with its paw. Four parallel lines stretched down my chest and on part of my cheek, my shirt was ripped to shreds. Searing pain burned my body. It was about to come down on me again, but the vampire knocked him out of the way. He looked at me and whispered a single word that I tried to follow, “Run.”

          The scratches hurt like Hell, but I ran and tried to open the door to the outside, it wouldn’t budge, so instead I ran into a corner and tried to appear invisible.

          The vampire and werewolf were engaged in an epic battle. Sometimes it looked like the vampire was wining, sometimes it looked like the werewolf was winning. In the end, the vampire won the battle. The wolf let out a whine as it died. Sadly, I was half dead and missed the fight.

          Through blurry eyes I saw guards come in and take away the vampire and werewolf body and they lugged me away too. I passed out.

          When I awoke, I was in a cell again, it seemed like the same cell I was in before, which meant the vampire was most likely in the one beside me. The scratches felt numbed, but my head was heavy in pain. I looked up to see a rather smug looking guard watching me.

  “Werewolf and vampire fights,” he said in thought, “that seems like a new thing to introduce to the Blood Sports.” He walked away, a haughty chuckle following.

          I wondered what he was talking about until I noticed that the glare of the torch in front of my cell glowed gray instead yellow. The marks on my stomach were shining scars, thick dark hair was on the back of my hands, and my teeth felt sharp and canine.

  “And unlikely friends become natural adversaries,” the vampires voice said solemnly.

          I then realized how hungry I really was…