The Creatures Series

Fourth Mist

Fourth MistCreatures of the Mist

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Don’t ignore it. Read the signs. End the life of your denial....

....Have you ever feel like everything’s going to disappear soon?

“There are thousands of them, lining forever as far as the eyes can see from the source point up to the school's gates. They already passed the outermost layer, so now they're targeting the last two gates. They are so close....

Without realizing it, I already climb on the very top of the fence. Half of my body is already free from the limiting fence, this close to falling from it and into the endless pit in front. I can't get out of here at this point, since the gates closed at six o'clock at noon. But Rekka is still there.... and Father. I have to get across, make sure that she's okay.... and even him. I have to warn them. But first I have to get across.

What can I do? The bridge is already closed as I avert my gaze to where it is. No, the zombie troop already ruined it before we evend realize what has happen! Some even still stayed there to make sure that no one can get across!

This is too much. I have to go. Not by what, though, but how.

I climb up until my feet can stand on the edge of the fence, catching attention from a lot of eyes.

"What is she doing?"

"Is she going to kill herself?"

"I don't know that this is a suicide day!"

I ignore each one of them and focus my eyes on my target, the main building. I know what I'm doing. I jump, letting gravity take over me right after.

Before I fall too deep into the pit, though, I let myself change into the body I never really have favor in.

I can feel everything—my feet start being covered with scales and join into one tail, my hands change to claws, my heart pounding nonstop to the point that my body adapt with the temperature around me, my body gets longer, my ears grow sharper, my mouth turns into a muzzle that grows forward, and soon I'm entirely an different creature. Living, but this close to being dead.

My body starts struggling to rise and flies up even with the pain that's eating half of me from the outside. Half of my flesh is gone. I can feel the wind hitting the lost parts. This is why I hate being a monster. I'm dying when I embrace my other side.

When I managed to get up, I can hear a lot of surprise gasps from the students. I don't care, though. The principal office is right in front of my eyes. I need to get there soon. I fly past the troop. None of them even lifted their eyes to look at me, whether I'm too ugly for even the zombies to see or because they're being controlled too robotically. That's not my concern, though. I just need to report this so that I can prevent anything bad from happening.

My other entity lands with a soundless crash landing at the side of the building, where no one can see me. After that, I force myself to change back into a human, once again swallowing the pain before walking into the office.

"Father, a troop of zombie is attacking us. We need to evacuate immediately," I tell him.

"I know," is only his answer. I can't see what he's thinking with that cold expression he's showing.

"Then what are you waiting for? We need to get Rekka into a safe place." This might sounds like a selfish request, but my concern involves my twin sister the most.

"No, you can't. I already sent someone to watch over her so you don't need to worry. What you need to do is to make sure that the students don't get hurt. Protect them with your power."

"This is no time for such ignorance. They need to be evacuated rather than continuing the day with studying as if nothing is happening. And even if you don't agree with me, I'll still go to Rekka—"

"Rukka!" He calls my name out loud with anger. "Listen to me! We need to protect them and they don't need to panic because of this havoc. We can take care of the situation, together."

I don't have time to reply to him because a dozen of zombies already charged and crashed the double doors. In an instant, guards appeared from upstairs to protect Father. I know quite a lot about self-defense from my trainings, luckily.

The guards took care most of the soldiers when the fight started, but some still managed to sneak passed them while they're too busy. I prepare myself to stop them from charging by dissolving their swords first with my kung fu moves, locking their arms to the point that they can't hold their equipment. The shields are rather hard to handle. I have to be in perfect timing before using my arm in a horizontal position to break them into two.

"Aarrgghh!" I grunt loudly when one stubborn zombie army charged and tried to injure me with his attacks. I have to jump back a couple of times for time out. Then something shines from the corner of my eyes. "Go away!" I use one of their swords to slice his head.

The zombie drops on his knees before falling completely on the floor. Dark purple blood starts staining the carpet from his half-gone brain. Some even still dropping down from the tip of the sword I'm holding.

"I told you, you're not welcome here," I state.

"Rukka!" I can hear my father calling from behind. "Go outside and see if you can stop some of them," he orders me.

Another stubborn zombie attacks me, which I stopped with my sword art ability. "I can't," I answer while dissolving my opponent.

"Look, Rukka, I know that our relationship isn't that good for the last ten years, but at least you can do this for your sister—"

"That's not the case," I reply, pulling my sword back only to swing it forward and slice through the zombie into two with a long vertical line.

"Then what is it? You just don't want to take orders from me? Because that's okay. Just assume that this is Rekka's wish so—"

"I told you, that's not it". I stop whatever fight I'm in right now and turn fully at him. "It's not about our relationship at all. Or maybe a little. The point is, I can't help you. I have to turn if I want to do that, something that you probably already know, considering that you just told your own daughter to charge alone into a troop of armed zombies. But that's okay. What I can't do is exactly what you expect me to do—I can't turn."

"And why is that?" He demands angrily now.

"I'm not complete, okay!" I exclaim in frustration. "Half of my flesh will be gone once I turn, creating a very painful feeling for my body. I made an exception this time because I thought that you'll help us, which turned out to be a complete disappointment just now. That's the reason. So if you still want me to go, then prepare to lose a child, because I don't think I'll be flying for long!"

Father blinks at me in disbelief before turning his expression softer into a regretful one.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know about that. I thought it was because you hate me so much that you didn't want to turn into a dragon. But if this is the case, then I can help you with that."

He reaches into his pocket and takes something out in his palm. I walk closer to take a look at it. It has a golden color, shine as a reaction from the sun. It looks rather scaly and hairy at the half. The item in his hand turns out to be a cut tip of a dragon's tail.

"This is...."

"My tail," Father says. "It was accidently cut when I was young, that's why it's so small. My tail grew back, of course, but I keep this one on me for a good luck charm. I want you to have it. Use it to regain the full form of a dragon."

He hands it over to me.

I stare at the small item on my palm. I can feel its power, so overflowing and overwhelming that it almost shatters my hand and swallows it entirely. That's how powerful a part of him is radiating to me.

The moment I make contact with the tail, I know what to do. I run immediately, through the fighting crowds in front of the doors and outside. My body starts changing when one of my feet touch the upper edge of the stairs. I jump up high in the air and immediately absorb the powers that the tail holds.

My transformation is free of pain this time. Faster, smoother. It feels like a second nature now that I'm flying easily without suffering any physical torment. I feel like I've missed part of my life before and only now that I'm complete. I always think that turning is such an awful action, but now I can get this newly discovered feeling from within. My heart is racing according to the temperature. My breath is longer to the point I feel like I don't need to breathe for half an hour. The gates pass soon before me, and I can spot the zombie troop not long after that.

My muzzle parts and blow out a golden laser light. I aim it towards the rows and rows of zombies that are walking under me. They vanish as soon as my laser light touches their blue skin, leaving nothing but dark ashes—proof of just being burned. Nevertheless, the zombies at the previous lines just keep walking. Their heavy warrior outfit makes every step they take echoes loudly.

Irritated, I lash out another ray of golden light. This time, I make sure to vanquish five rows right away.

It doesn't affect anything, though. More and more soldiers just keep coming from the endless source of the first gate. I tried to find out about what keeps them coming, so l ignore the walking troops and fly forward instead.

The journey feels like thousands of rows have passed by, but I'm sure that father's guards are taking care of them. I lash out my golden laser every time I feel like I'm recharged enough to do it again. This act is actually quite tiring. If I become reckless and use it without any calculation, I'll probably drop down to the ground, landing on a few zombies while changing back to my human form. This tail that Father gave to me, even if it's strong, it still have its limit.

And this school ground, how far is it going to take me? Why is it to endless? I feel quite tired even though I know that I'm not even halfway there yet. Then something knocked me down and make me crash land on top of the zombies.

I look up, but at this point my body already feels so tired. The only part of me that does still have the power to be aware of things is my eyes. That's when I look up and noticed a man standing in front of me, staring so cold in my sights.

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From the sky that seems to dark.

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To the trail and into the core.

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Will feast us all to the fullest.

His hair looks so red from here. Perhaps that's just because of how the evening's sun is reflecting on it. But the way Gaara's smirking down at me right now is waking up my darkest nightmares.

Gaara puts his left palm down to my forehead. There's a line parting from it, and from inside comes out a very red tongue. The palm's mouth is dripping with saliva from inside. The tongue licks the tips of palm skin that I assume is suppose to be its lips. My face actually goes pale and the inside of my stomach is rolling into a pitch black pain when his palm is getting nearer, along with the wild tongue.