Two days had passed since the ferocious attack of the phantom, this time around, Mila's family was the target, and the clash between the two was intensely ferocious.The two days passed had marked the last of which the phantom was last seen. The concept of its movement was another mystery just as its existence: unsolved and unable to figure.Things had returned back to the normal, as though nothing had ever occured. The air was warm and natural, and it seemed as though many had heard, yet none would speak of it as they appeared to have considered it natural.Two days passed since tears had filled eyes and fear had gripped many at their weakest points. And unto the next day, what had happened at night had become a thing of the past as the smiles on faces sprang up out of sorrows of hearts.It seemed as though they had all adapted to the regular torture and torments of a rogued beast as such, evident in the rapid refurbishing of the damaged environments.The phantom's nature was special
“Hey Mila..”, a man tapped her by the side of her shoulders, dragging her towards him, holding her by her shoulders while she stared into his eyes."Father! What's happening?", She asked the man who stood before her, his eyes being such like Satin grey.She had sweat drops beaded on her face, panting for breath just as he was. The night was extremely quiet, yet the sound of her voice which she had tone down still echoed through the surrounding, just like her father's.Her father was uneasy, having sweat drops roll down his face like a waterfall. He looked around, back and forth, to his left and his right, his eyes rattling through it's socket as he tried to secure the entire environment was safe.His daughter's hands were shaky, and he could hear the sound of a nervous heartbeat, throbbing against her chest as though it would break out of it's cage unto her hands.They stood to be the only one present in an environment as dull as ditchwater, the only ones who stood outside in the dead
The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands had joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man.“You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf.He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell a victim of their battle.Mark rushed after the phantom, his feet, and his hands aiding his movement, while his fangs were exposed towards the other. He tore the phantom with his claws, causing the other to stagger, while he still his large shoulders to push the phantom to the ground.He growled at its face, showing off his strength. His pride was subdued with the counterattack of the phantom, when the phantom arose from the ground and
She watched as the phantom threw her mother's body on the ground, and there wasn't any response from the other as she fell to the ground and didn't move a muscle.The world ceased to exist in Mila's mind, and everywhere was void of sound and life. Her eyes never left her mother's body, which laid lifeless at a far end, and the growling sound of the beast was like an echo in her ears.It happened slowly in her mind. She stood from the ground, looking with tears at her mother. She felt the vibration which came with the beast's movement on the ground. She felt the winds brush against her face, the coldness of her mother's death sickening her deeper than that of the winds.The beast rushed towards her. It seemed it wasn't enough for the night. It leaped in the air, but growled loudly as something pierced through its legs.Mark happened to be behind, and he was faster at that moment than the phantom. His claws had penetrated into the beast's legs, dragging him before he could land an attac
There was an absolute silence, something deeper than what he had ever felt. Mark couldn't tell if it was just within him or the environment had also adapted to the emptiness which he felt within.The movement of the winds had caused his ears to tingle, and the smooth feel of his skin had sent impulses down his body, causing the loneliness within him to increase.There and then he remembered her, the main essence for his existence. He remembered the moments when she would shiver and quiver at the sense of the cold winds.He remembered her smile anytime he would walk up to her and wrap his hands around her. He remembered the way he cuddled her like a stuffed toy and make her feel warmth with an ordinary clothing material could never offer.“This is a lot better!” Her words echoed in his ears, and it seemed as though he had transitioned to the past, where he could watch the moment between them both.“You enjoy this?” He asked as he buried his face down her neck and kissed it playfully, c
"Mila..." He groaned her name. She was more than being persuasive, reasoning and being so inquisitive to the extent it somehow blocked her senses of reasoning.He tried explaining, but it seemed as though the young lady wouldn't take a negation for an answer. He heaved a heavy sigh before he continued, "Mila, you know you don't have the skills for that".Yet the more he tried explaining to the younger one, the more she countered with more questions and more of her facts. Her stubbornness began the moment she refused hiding from something as powerful as the phantom, especially for a person who knew what it entailed.He couldn't still place hands on what had fueled the courage to face the beast alongside him. Her statement at that moment had showed she had considered family more than anything, yet she forgot she was meant to be thought of first by her parents rather than the other way round."But you have those skills..." Mila intercepted. Her words interrupted his train of thoughts, a
"Can you stand?” Her father asked her while he held her left hand in his right hand. He could hear the slight grunt she made, watching as her face became squeezed in her struggle to get on her feet.“Yes, I can” she replied immediately. She closed her eyes and heaved a heavy sigh before she made another attempt.Her next attempt was worse than her initial. Her heels were already swollen, though she never thought of having a closer look at it. She pressed the already blistered heels to the ground, letting the hidden pain become even more conspicuous.She was on one foot, the left to be more precise, while the right foot was that which was swollen. She let out a loud grunt as soon as the spot on her heels had touched the hard ground with much more force.“Ugh! Mila” he heaved a heavy sigh with his eyes closed, and his head lifted to the sky while he shook disappointingly at her confidence.Still he never chose to let go of her hand. His right hand had a firm grip on her left hand just
Two days had passed since the ferocious attack of the phantom, this time around, Mila's family was the target, and the clash between the two was intensely ferocious.The two days passed had marked the last of which the phantom was last seen. The concept of its movement was another mystery just as its existence: unsolved and unable to figure.Things had returned back to the normal, as though nothing had ever occured. The air was warm and natural, and it seemed as though many had heard, yet none would speak of it as they appeared to have considered it natural.Two days passed since tears had filled eyes and fear had gripped many at their weakest points. And unto the next day, what had happened at night had become a thing of the past as the smiles on faces sprang up out of sorrows of hearts.It seemed as though they had all adapted to the regular torture and torments of a rogued beast as such, evident in the rapid refurbishing of the damaged environments.The phantom's nature was special
Two days had passed since the ferocious attack of the phantom, this time around, Mila's family was the target, and the clash between the two was intensely ferocious.The two days passed had marked the last of which the phantom was last seen. The concept of its movement was another mystery just as its existence: unsolved and unable to figure.Things had returned back to the normal, as though nothing had ever occured. The air was warm and natural, and it seemed as though many had heard, yet none would speak of it as they appeared to have considered it natural.Two days passed since tears had filled eyes and fear had gripped many at their weakest points. And unto the next day, what had happened at night had become a thing of the past as the smiles on faces sprang up out of sorrows of hearts.It seemed as though they had all adapted to the regular torture and torments of a rogued beast as such, evident in the rapid refurbishing of the damaged environments.The phantom's nature was special
"Can you stand?” Her father asked her while he held her left hand in his right hand. He could hear the slight grunt she made, watching as her face became squeezed in her struggle to get on her feet.“Yes, I can” she replied immediately. She closed her eyes and heaved a heavy sigh before she made another attempt.Her next attempt was worse than her initial. Her heels were already swollen, though she never thought of having a closer look at it. She pressed the already blistered heels to the ground, letting the hidden pain become even more conspicuous.She was on one foot, the left to be more precise, while the right foot was that which was swollen. She let out a loud grunt as soon as the spot on her heels had touched the hard ground with much more force.“Ugh! Mila” he heaved a heavy sigh with his eyes closed, and his head lifted to the sky while he shook disappointingly at her confidence.Still he never chose to let go of her hand. His right hand had a firm grip on her left hand just
"Mila..." He groaned her name. She was more than being persuasive, reasoning and being so inquisitive to the extent it somehow blocked her senses of reasoning.He tried explaining, but it seemed as though the young lady wouldn't take a negation for an answer. He heaved a heavy sigh before he continued, "Mila, you know you don't have the skills for that".Yet the more he tried explaining to the younger one, the more she countered with more questions and more of her facts. Her stubbornness began the moment she refused hiding from something as powerful as the phantom, especially for a person who knew what it entailed.He couldn't still place hands on what had fueled the courage to face the beast alongside him. Her statement at that moment had showed she had considered family more than anything, yet she forgot she was meant to be thought of first by her parents rather than the other way round."But you have those skills..." Mila intercepted. Her words interrupted his train of thoughts, a
There was an absolute silence, something deeper than what he had ever felt. Mark couldn't tell if it was just within him or the environment had also adapted to the emptiness which he felt within.The movement of the winds had caused his ears to tingle, and the smooth feel of his skin had sent impulses down his body, causing the loneliness within him to increase.There and then he remembered her, the main essence for his existence. He remembered the moments when she would shiver and quiver at the sense of the cold winds.He remembered her smile anytime he would walk up to her and wrap his hands around her. He remembered the way he cuddled her like a stuffed toy and make her feel warmth with an ordinary clothing material could never offer.“This is a lot better!” Her words echoed in his ears, and it seemed as though he had transitioned to the past, where he could watch the moment between them both.“You enjoy this?” He asked as he buried his face down her neck and kissed it playfully, c
She watched as the phantom threw her mother's body on the ground, and there wasn't any response from the other as she fell to the ground and didn't move a muscle.The world ceased to exist in Mila's mind, and everywhere was void of sound and life. Her eyes never left her mother's body, which laid lifeless at a far end, and the growling sound of the beast was like an echo in her ears.It happened slowly in her mind. She stood from the ground, looking with tears at her mother. She felt the vibration which came with the beast's movement on the ground. She felt the winds brush against her face, the coldness of her mother's death sickening her deeper than that of the winds.The beast rushed towards her. It seemed it wasn't enough for the night. It leaped in the air, but growled loudly as something pierced through its legs.Mark happened to be behind, and he was faster at that moment than the phantom. His claws had penetrated into the beast's legs, dragging him before he could land an attac
The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands had joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man.“You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf.He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell a victim of their battle.Mark rushed after the phantom, his feet, and his hands aiding his movement, while his fangs were exposed towards the other. He tore the phantom with his claws, causing the other to stagger, while he still his large shoulders to push the phantom to the ground.He growled at its face, showing off his strength. His pride was subdued with the counterattack of the phantom, when the phantom arose from the ground and
“Hey Mila..”, a man tapped her by the side of her shoulders, dragging her towards him, holding her by her shoulders while she stared into his eyes."Father! What's happening?", She asked the man who stood before her, his eyes being such like Satin grey.She had sweat drops beaded on her face, panting for breath just as he was. The night was extremely quiet, yet the sound of her voice which she had tone down still echoed through the surrounding, just like her father's.Her father was uneasy, having sweat drops roll down his face like a waterfall. He looked around, back and forth, to his left and his right, his eyes rattling through it's socket as he tried to secure the entire environment was safe.His daughter's hands were shaky, and he could hear the sound of a nervous heartbeat, throbbing against her chest as though it would break out of it's cage unto her hands.They stood to be the only one present in an environment as dull as ditchwater, the only ones who stood outside in the dead