letter one

Dear lost soul, 

When you discover this, may you find comprehension of what I once was. 

                                                                                                                                         October 2nd, 1890

       I am greeted with the brisk autumnal breeze as I step out of my quarters, of a disheveled Grindelwald cottage. For this I am grateful, as one does not find many onlookers, and thus stares, and unwary thoughts are minimal. The anniversary of my fathers’ passing is approaching, and the thought does not escape me. In my adolescence, I thought of only dealing out the quick yet sweet embrace of revenge towards the mad doctor, and yet he and mistress death had a prior appointment that could not be avoided.

              Today’s feels similarly to every other day here, somber and grey in tone. As I traveled into town, there was a wild stirring and gasps of shock, and disarray. I pulled my cloak further upon my head, but I realized the commotion was not towards me. Many had gone to the alley and I followed slowly in pursuit. Arriving at the scene, I was met with an image I’ve familiarized myself with all too well. The young man was a pale white, devoid of pigment. He looked as if the icy kiss of the north had graced his cheeks. His limbs were a part of him no longer, and the essence that had made him youthful, left as quickly as it came. Cries of anguish, and heartache emitted from the very front of the crowd, one would guess them to be from a now childless mother. What do you call one that loses a child? If one loses a wife or husband, they are widow or widower. If a child loses their parents, they are an orphan, yet there is no formal phrase to call one within her childless situation. I backed away gently, following others to look as casual as possible. I made my way to Den rostiga salongen, a place for which other outcasts and undesirables came to be in solace, together. It was open to all, yet few made their presence known. I nodded to the bar keep and made my way to the corner of the intimate space. Just as I sat down, a young fellow by the name of Fen and his acquaintances, made their way over to the bar counter engulfed in a heated discussion of the events occurring prior to the other young man’s death. Of what I recall hearing, the young man’s name was Roger. He lived on the other side of the creek, and often walked alone at night. He, and Fen had been in the same class, and were set to graduate this spring. The night of Roger took his nightly path, but unbeknownst to the young man, something was following him. One could calculate his fate right after, and it was a gruesome fate at that. I thought once I left the place I was constructed, mentions of death such as Roger, would be in my past. Yet, I am here adjacent to another premature death, one that I did not cause. 

                                                                                                                                        October 9th, 1890

        This morning I woke up to knocking at my door and dread in my heart, preparing myself for anything. When I went to open it, I was embraced in such a manner I thought I would never experience. With the pure shock and delight, it had taken me a moment to understand that it was Walton. I never thought that he would be a welcomed spirit from my old life, and yet that’s what he was. I embraced the mature gentleman and welcomed him into my makeshift home. We sat around the kitchen table as I placed the tea in front of him. He looked at me with wonder, and a smile placed upon his now fully breaded face. A slight smile graced my own as I looked upon my friend. “Child you have grown.” I was taken back by his statement; did he mean my physical appearance or something more? His eyes seem to peer beyond my physique, and I allowed it. For the rest of the morning, we discussed where he had traveled and how he found me. Understandably, he said it was an arduous task yet, fully accepted it with excitement. He even managed to force laughter to erupt from my being, with a tale of a meal and the dog that proceeded to steal said meal. As the afternoon drew near, I invited Walton to accompany me on my afternoon stroll into town. As we entered town, a crowd was formed once again. Another body had been found, this time his internal organs were now emptied. He had not been much older than Roger, and Fen, and had a similar build to the young men as well. His skin had done the same thing that Roger’s had done. Ice cold, frozen over with a pale glow and lack of spirit. I turned to Walton with confusion and worry, Walton returned his gaze with one of determination, and suspicion. If a being was able to see into another’s head, I sore I could’ve seen a steam engine in his. With that, we took our leave, and went back to the cottage. 

                                                                                                                                          October 16th, 1890

     The small town that once was quiet, and calm, has now been riddled with murders and unanswered questions. Two more bodies have been found in the same fashion as Roger and the other young man. The shadow of sorrow had cascaded itself upon the people, and fear began to rise for the young men of the town. To add to the climaxing stresses, stormfront have been threatening the surrounding areas, and farms lands are in constant peril. Walton, who had taken my offer to stay within the cottage, had requested I stay out of sight during the time, as to avoid any further attention. Comprehending his concern, I did as I was told, and stayed put. He went out in the morning with an urgency, and returned in the evening with pamphlets, essays, and steadfastness in his eyes. I couldn’t decide whether his behavior worried me or gave me comfort knowing that he believes this time I was not the cause of all the damage and fear. 

            On this particular evening, Walton returned with wild accomplishment and sheer will radiating from him. He had greeted me with piles of essays and pamphlets he collected that would’ve been in the mad doctor’s lab. The notion that Walton conveyed to me, knocked out all the breath I had left within my body. I stared off into the distance as the genius of man explained what I concluded only moments ago. The young men were just mere cogs in a larger machine, a machine for which I am the blueprint for. Once he was finished, he was winded, but the urgency upon his face remained. “We must go.” Processing what knowledge I’ve gained and developing the actions I must now take. For it is my moral duty to fix what my father could not. I now speak directly to you, the one who finds this. This might be the last remnants of my being, a creature of complex origin and make-up, asking within this short interaction, that you only remember me with a kind, and curious mind. Remember as such, because events that will occur tonight and then thereafter, will portray me as what Frankenstein saw me as, a monster. 

                                                                                                                                     Sincerely, 

                                                                                                    Adam, the first man of his kind.

Chapter one

October 25th, 1890 

“The baker boy was said to be taking this morning” Mrs. Long gathered her blankets to be ready for the wash.        

“Are you sure? I saw him just a moment ago.” Ms. Cathal assisted the older woman with the

Laundry. For the past month has Grindelwald been set ablaze with the strings of murders 

plaguing the small town. Mothers would not let their sons out of the house for more than a few mere hours. As the sun departed for the evening the boys, and young men were forced to do the same. Later that afternoon, many of Grindelwald male citizens gathered to discuss the violent crimes within their local pub. 

“Listen, listen, all able-bodied men must take heed, this is a being that seems to hold little to any reason, we can’t be hasty upon this matter.” A young man with raven braided locks and equally rich skin spoke. He was dressed in the common garb, yet items like his silver wrist cuffs and necklace set added to his uncommon features. 

“What we need to do, Gavin, is go out and find the beast” another young man, a bit older than Gavin proclaimed. The tavern erupted with cheers. The man grinned with accomplishment towards the darker skinned boy and took his unofficial place as the lead of the hunting party. 

“Maxim, we cannot be hasty, brash manner will get thyself killed along with others who would follow suit.”

“If you lack the heart to defend one’s land, then so be it…yet you are not of this land now are you” Maxim was now looking down upon the younger lad. 

“Maxim, come now, that was too far” Barkeep interjected.
“No, he does not lack truth, yet my tale is not without reasoning. It is dangerous to strike something without truly knowing what lies await. Every young man that walks the path at nightfall, comes back discarded and mutilated. Internal organs are emptied, and their souls are ripped from this world. All I ask is that you think before taking on such a horrific task, think of your families and what your absences entails for them.” The patrons simmered with Gavin’s conclusion.

“Have you finished. We are to protect what’s ours. This our land and if a being be so brash and reckless to interfere with our people, then we fight.” Maxim now stood directly in front of the younger male, presenting an unshaken demeanor. His stature was well-built, with a tan complexion, and ash toned hair styled to back. 

“Max, please” Gavin’s calm voice sways as he barters with the seemly unnegotiable tradesman. 

“Dirk, call forth the blacksmith, and inform him of his new habitué. At nightfall we hunt the hunter.” Maxim gathered his belongings and quickly wheeled out the tavern with the others following suit. A wave of dizziness hit the younger as he watched the towns men from an alternate plain of reality.

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“I swear, with each passing day you two resembles Mrs. and Mr. Livedo more, and more.” Barkeep placed a pint in front of Gavin.

“Well, each passing day, Mr. Livedo finds a way to make Mrs. Livedo turn the most oh so delicate shade of embers, with his many “successful” ventures” Gavin closed eyed, takes a pull from the golden liquid.

“HA, the town just needs a force that combat whatever madness is going on. Maxim is young man full of valor, and virtue he would rally the men, as seen this afternoon. Now common sense would dictate that it would be safer inside, yet with the string of murders from unknown force, I’d say nick scratch has made his way back to Grindelwald.” Barkeep breathed steadily cleaning the glasses.

“A supernatural entity would be easier to digest, rather than the possibility of a fellow man conducting these horrors.” Gavin’s stared off into the distance.  

“Ah, fret not young man. I believe things will all get sorted with time and effort, right?” Barkeep smirk knowingly.

The young male signed and chuckle and left three marks on the counter and bid his friends good evening. The Autumn air kissed Gavin’s cheeks, as he took haste to make it home before the shadow of dusk captured the town. As he entered his home, Gavin inspected the letters for which he received from his mother and uncle.

 To my dearest boy,

I hope this letter find you in good health, though I would rather grace my hand upon your warm cheeks. Good child I do wish for your safety, as word from the town echoes the horrors of a crazed murder harming the young men in the dark of the night. You are what I live for, and your wellbeing is my main concern. This may be going through one ear and out the other, because you are your father’s child and your uncle’s nephew, but please keep thy self out of harm’s way. The world is changing child, and many won’t hesitate to give you ill-will. My love, I only wish you safety. Although, letters are merely paper filled with praises, and hopes of distances souls, please mange to send one back to your dear mother. The quicken state of my mind would be eased, and the beat of my heart would steady.

                                                                                                                    Love,

                                                                                                                   Mother.

To Gavan,

Your mother has gotten word of the circumstances that has left Grindelwald in peril, and thus, it took four sea captions to restrain her from jumping over broad. So, for my sake and the physical health of the crew please remain vigilant and write your mother back. As for the safety of the town, you, and I both know, they’ll be frighten enough to face whatever is at work, head on. Remember our objective and remember your father’s teaching. My brother was many things, but he cared deeply for you, your mother and protecting those in need. Your heart is kind, and your mind is fierce, his blood courses through your veins, never forget that.

And pardon this but watch out for your hot-head comrade. He means well but need guidance.

sincerely

Greyson

                                   Gavin places the parchments on the counter with a heavy heart and began to light the mains candles within each room. As evening drew near, torches were lit, and the town drew down for the night. Gavin washed up and changed into his evening wear, a simply white cotton top and brown light weight long pants. His twisted locks fell free to his shoulders, from their confined uniformity. Proceeding to retire for the evening, soft knocks at the door took the young man attention.

“Max” Gavin relaxed as he widened the ajar door, to let his nightly guess in.

“Already departing for the evening?” max’s body now leaning against the shut door.

“Well, seeing how you’ve rallied you troops for an invisible war; I would’ve thought your presence would be scare tonight.” Gavin rubbed his bronze orbs in search of the will to remain cognizant. He leaned back into the chair to listen to his commanding comrade.

“Hmm, bless thy heart to discovery that you’d take to the mead mug as soon as I’d left.” Maxum tried little to hide his amusement. “Barkeep conveyed to me that my young friend down two large tankards of the “best stuff” and proceeded to unleash a furious rant.” Maxim now grinning heavily sitting right in front Gavin.

“It was more so disappointed complaint, than furious rant.”

“So, you were still drinking, in all my years I never known you to be a bar hen.”

“Well in all your years, I never thought you take to being a brash fool, but alas here we are” Gavin was now wide awake, getting up to get water for them both.

“This morning was out of line, forgive me” Maxim’s groaned restlessly as looked towards the bronzed skinned fellow.

“Due to the excitement that you caused within the town; they are going to running into the jaws of we don’t know what? Siding with caution does not make one weak, but safe.”

“I understand, but the people need to protect themselves. Young men are being killed without a cause and fear is all the remain within their hearts. What’s so bad about sparking a little fire within them?”

“Well, if that fire leads them to certain doom, then it’s more of a brush fire that will burn down half the land!”

“Your father was amazing leader, gaining one hundred men to fight per day in his crusades. What’s the matter with desiring that driving force once again?!”

“My father was overwhelmed and spread too thin, which resulted my mother a young widow, my grandfather returning to take up arms, and me without a father!” Gavin’s brown knuckles turned a shade of burgundy. His eyes grew darker, and voice was harsh and stern.

Maxim softened his gesture and walked cautiously to the younger male. He slowly embraced Gavin and held him close.

“I’m not going to leave you.” Maxim felt Gavin’s arms rise to reciprocate the action.

“You don’t know that.” Gavin’s voice was pillowy and unshaken.

“Well, I know you care for me, as I you. And even though you were too young to protect your father and your mother, you’re now more than cable to protect me isn’t that right, shadow knight?” Gavin signed tiredly as he felt vibrations of maxim’s low chackles. “I should crop your head off myself.”

“But you’ll miss me terrible.”

“Sure, whatever you claim” Gavin smiles softly with his fair hair comrade.

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 Letter two

Dear lost soul,

Find comfort in those you love.

                                                                                                                           October 27, 1890

   The cold winds haven’t been kind to the small town, as they begin to bury more of their young men. Those not even in their prime, unable to grace the touch of adulthood. Walton, my dear friend trying to maintain my sleep schedule or lack thereof. I have no need to sleep, but the aspect gives the older man comfort. All day and night, we spend observing the patterns of the killing, and the body parts being separated from the victims. The young men so far have been 17 to 18 years of age, Caucasian, fair haired, and known to be able bodied. They were even in the same academic class, as expressed by their grieving family and friends. During our makeshift investigation Walton suggested that I look inward to find concrete answers as we still don’t know the identity of our assailant. I knew what he meant, although he captured most of my crazed father’s paperwork, many of the “crazed” writings were missing. Being the “successful” and original product of this these mad works, I sat down and did something I thought I wouldn’t have the luxury to do; I looked within a mirror. For one to be called monstrous, an abomination, beastly, all one’s life would deter even the most confident, yet there I was staring at reflection of something still unknown. The hair that grew from my head was darker than midnight and flowed in waves down my back. The green hue that shaded my skin, according to Walton had faded away leaving an olive tone. My eyes were of alternate colors, the right being of a golden amber, and the left being as icy as the frigid winter lakes. One could say, if I were truly alive, I would’ve looked like the other taken souls in the town. I was of a taller height, taller than my pseudo guardian, and a bit bigger in build as well. I’ve asked quite a few times if I was truly terrifying to gaze upon, and he always replies the same, the only thing terrifying about you, dear boy is your intelligence and cleverness. To be honest, the reassurance from one I trust the most puts my heart ease, and for now I shall be content. My soul gazing activity leads me to reexamine had chest. I had scars all over thanks to the good doctor, but not in this area at all. My heart, my heart was still my own. Untouched I suppose, but then everything else was someone else’s. Then something flashes into my head, and I bolted to Walter with my idea. His face phased from one emotion to the next, the comprehension was not lost on the older man, but it still was a shot that we could lead with. If the heart won’t take the blood, then the body wont with. Playing God has its down sides. With all the virtues I’ve proposed to Walter, he’s always been supportive, but with this I can’t see now he has my best interest at heart, and I am forever grateful. For our next correspondence, I might be closer to where the investigation will take a turn. So be prepared to hear from me once again.

                                                                                                                       Sincerely,

                                                                                                                         Adam.

 Chapter two

October 31st, 1890

“Two more bodies were found in the middle of the mid lands. We can’t wait any longer” Thomas and many of the towns’ men greeted Gavin and Maxim at the newsstands.

“It’s been a Fortnite, blacksmith has finished the weapons, we need to fight now!” The older man was supported by the group of concerned citizens.

“We-

“How much of you lot are trained fighter? How much of you can hold arms against an attracter such as this one? Our enemy is a being of great power and strength, blind rage won’t do us any good against them. So, the question remains, can any of you take up arms against the devil himself?” Gavin was in front of the crowd, his voice echoed through the square. The group was silenced and held their heads down, unmatched in the young man’s gaze.

“No? None shall raise thy hand…… good, follow me then.” Without further question the men were tailed the bronze skinned boy.

“The fire in your boy has ignited, hasn’t it? Barkeep smirked, now right beside Maxim.

“I may have forced that spark.” Maxim rubbed his furrowed brows as he smirked.

“Ha, if he hasn’t killed you yet, then it’s not to come true. But he might snap with this lot taking his time.” Barkeep chuckled and patted the blonde male’s shoulder.

“May have to leave you now Sean, see you later, pray that I’m all in one piece.” Maxim made chase after the group as they headed towards the field.

 

   Surprisingly, the towns men took instruction well, and had given their undivided attention to the young warriors. The early morning sunlight had calmed, leaving the afternoon glow in a golden haze. The breeze had mellowed as well, and the temperature of the fall day, favored a cooler spring awaking.

“Brute force can be good in certain situations, yet when secrecy and stealth are needed, then one must be light on one’s feet.” The group watched intently at Gavin’s movements, feathery in motion but deadly in speed. The blade in his possession gasped in the air, as if to take a breath.

“We’re not staying you lot will turn into an army, but you’ll be more useful with what we show you.” Maxim echoed Gavin’s sentiment.

“Now with that practice the sequence. And if all else fails, Level heads win the day.” As Gavin gave the order the men the trails commenced. Few quickly did the movements flawlessly, with others weaving with the motion, yet all were fighting for survival, and that’s what counted.

“Ha, soon they’ll be better than the teacher.” Gavin sighed at Maxim’s sarcastic optimism.

Gavin brows furrowed and he pulled maxim to the side, Maxim followed his friend and braced for the conversation.

“Please keep your head when I tell you this. We don’t need to unstable beings here.” Gavin sighed heavily.

Maxim now led against the Oat tree now truly steading himself for the news.

“Ms. William found Peters body this morning.” Gavin’s rubbed his jaw and avoided Maxim’s gaze.

Maxim’s faces begin to shift to a crimson shade. His knuckles whitened due to his growing grip and his muscles tensed.

“Max don’t lose your head. You know where that can lead you. Your cousin was at the wrong place at the wrong time. Think about what we know so far, we need more information. Brash actions lead to brash effects.” Gavin gripped maxim’s shoulder, keeping the older in place for the moment.

“Where was he?” the words fell out of the older male’s month like bricks: heavy and unmoving.

“Passed the river, before entering the crest.” Gavin breathes defeated knowing the following outcome. Maxim stormed away from the training ground on his personal mission.

“Trainings ends for today, make sure that your weapons are in order.” Gavin bolted pass the men as they stop their movements.

“Men, we set out tonight!” Thomas taking his sword out the tough soil.

“What about the pair?” Ansel now fully confused.

“The foreigner said it himself, the skill we have are enough. Two more of our own are gone, it’s time we act now. The boy is nothing like his father, too soft heart, we are grown men and we shall take matters into our own hands. READY MEN.” Thomas raised his sword in the air, cheers of battle erupted and mirrored their new risen leader.

 

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Evening drew near and Maxim was knocked upon his aunt’s door, he himself had been tearful and in an unshakeable rage was greeted by the sorrow filled women. the two gripped one another in the tight embrace, feeling as if all their personal warmth had gone with their beloved family member.

“I. Will. kill. Whoever…did this, he shall no, no rest or peace.”  The young man’s voice caried weight, as if it were made of stone.

“Max, I can’t bear to lose anyone else, please my poor sister could not possibly mange. Don’t!” The older women tender hands grasped her nephews heated face and lowered to her view.

“This needs to end. Tonight!” Maxim moved away from his aunts embrace and took off.

“MAXIM!” the older women yelped with grief fearing for the worse. The town was now outraged as the match shift coalition matched through the streets with weapons and torches all erupting in war cries and cheers.

“TONIGHT, WE BECOME THE PREDATORS. TONIGHT, WE RECLAIM OUR TOWN.” Thomas rallied his troops, as the rest of the citizens watch in awe.

The towns men have new motive to further their crusade as another young man has gone missing, but not without leaving a trail for the others to follow suit.

The air was tense, full of rage and misguided thoughts were made aloud. Gavin almost flew passed the maxim’s aunt, until she warned him.

“Ms. Lin, where’d he go?” The younger males voice was shaken but slowly gained its confidence.

“That child would tear down the heavens in his fits, he only takes heed from you. Take the back road, he turned off from there. This towns gone to souls it’s lost, find him before he’s lost as well.” The older women released Gavin’s checks and set him on his way.

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“Walter, look” Adam and the older man had followed the embers in the distance; they were close to the town, but closer to the battle grounds.

“Looks like the hunt is on, let’s move.” The pair quicken their pace as the mob quicken theirs.

Night fall arrived and the air was chilled, each group was converging upon the unofficial meeting point. All were to determine to end the rampage that they’ve delt with for months. Gavin with his father’s sword on his hip, and a small torch in his hand ventured upon the path only known to trackers and outliers. Given that he and Maxim are to a league of their own, the path was not sought by many.

 

“The boy can’t be far if we just….

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” the bache cry halted with a gargle, freezing Thomas and the other men in their tracks. The air grew colder, and the winds temperament had casted many of the lite torches aside.

“NOW MEN GO” With the might of a bellowing voice Thomas and the men head towards their impending fate. Gavin had now come across the old run-down mill, covered in moss and cobwebs. The machinery had forgotten the touch of man, as they rusted and cried in with empty gasps. Gavin moved cautiously as he went further into the ancient building.

“hmm”

Gavin moved quickly as he heard the pained filled moan, turning several corners to prove his theory. The darker skinned male came across three beings, one of his companions now bloodied laying on his back, and two others hovering above the damaged lad.

“I would advise you two to step away from him.” Gavin ready his sword and took his stands of attack. The two men place their hands up in peace as the slowly go up and turned around to face the weapons master. The first male was thought to be in his late thirties early forties, yet brightness in his blues gave him his youth back. His bronze-colored hair hid a few copper strains, as he breads did the same. He was tall with muscular build, and possessed lightly tanned skin, his clothes mirrored Gavin’s as it with dark breathable trousers, tied up boots and a dark grey over coat and white long sleeve shirt. Gavin deduced the older man of the two was captain, but the second male, was something to behold. Pale, almost green toned olive skin, and long flowing black hair parted in the middle. He too had a tall and muscular build but had a bit more growth than the other. His eyes were striking as they mirrored different elements of the hot and cold seasons. Scars upon his young face, made Gavin stare harder, not of malice but sheer curiosity. The olive-skinned male was also in a trench coat, and dark trouser giving him the appearance of an older man, but expression was still that of a child. Gavin softened just a bit.

“We mean him no harm look. We were dressing his wounds.” The younger male voice was softer than Gavin expected which further his calculating data on the two strangers.

“You are a master of swords, yes? Are you apart of the hunting party? We’ve come to led aid?” the older gentlemen spoke, and he too sounded gentler and kinder than Gavin first thought. Gavin slowly lowered his sword, now understanding the two more.

“My name is Gavin, thank you for helping Maxim” curly headed male, reach out his hand to shake the young male’s hand. With as much glee and surprise, the olive skinned one extended his as well.

“My name is Adam, this Walter it would be nice to meet Gavin and your companion, under better circumstance” Gavin nodded at Adam as all three men carter to max’s wounds.

“Gav my angel come to take me to heaven?” Maxim groaned with a chuckle.

“Hush you fool, I told you to take heed. Try to relax, thank the heavens these two were around.” Gavin finished Maxim’s waist tie.

“Thank the heavens the wounds not that deep.” Walter smirked a bit the twos banter.

“I would’ve killed him a long time ago, if I wasn’t in need of some of his skills.” Gavin rubbed his furrowed brows. Adam smiled and graced them with a small chuckle. The three placed finishing cleansing agents and cloths on the injured youth. He wasn’t healed completely but it was enough for him to move.

“Thank you both for your presents, but alas why is it needed?” Maxim asked now resting against the wall.

“Well, from my appearance, one can tell I’m not of normal conception.” Adam began.

“It’s far from me to be the judge of what is a normal appearance around here, do continue.” Gavin nodded as he gave Adam a understanding pat on the shoulder.

Adam accepted the comradery and continued. “My creator was the scientist Victor Frankenstein. The mad scientist was so fascinated with life, that he focused on the dead. I was the result, and we believe someone found his laboratory and notes, and decided that they too would play god.”

“So, you’re saying you’ve been brought back to life.” Maxim now studying the younger male intensively.

“Moreover so, the young lads been reanimated from different beings” Walter added.

“And now to ensure the same outcome, someone else is reanimating the dead. But their killing boys just to acquire the body parts? Gavin started to pace.

“We linked the killings with the styling of a serial killer, the boys were to be around the same age and equal body height and weight? Yes?” Walter now leading Gavin’s and Maxim’s thought process.

“What, of course! The baker boy, William, Eric…. Peter all of them were seventeen going on eighteen, fair hair, slightly bigger build.” Maxim got up as quickly as he could.

“And from the looks of it, you were about to be on that list if we hadn’t arrived.” Adam ran his hand down his face as he thought harder.

“It was just one being that attacked me, but it was far from a stable creature like yourself.” Maxim motioned to the youngest among them.

“We a theory, but we hope we were wrong.”

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” a blood curding screams rung out around area. The four become defensive once more.

“Looks like your theory proving itself.” Maxim voice lowered with dread.

“We have to move, now” Gavin took his sword in hand, as the followed suit.

THE END…. for now.