Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2018 3:59:16 GMT -5
The cold brought him here. Well, the midsummer air felt warm and humid to the townspeople, but Will felt sickly. The monster inside needed something and it pushed him onward until it found the quarry. The deep water was so far down that it almost never saw the sunlight. Therefore, the depths would be so cold that it would send a shock down Will’s spine if he was completely conscious. He wasn’t; the monster had control over his body, his mind, and if ever possible, his spirit. He was conscious to his surroundings, but it was like being caged within his head. He had no way to respond to his family, his friends. He left just as she came back. Did she save the gang? He felt the monster’s anger and found the hope he needed, until he felt his body being pulled down. He was climbing down the side. Fear wouldn’t help him be still. He felt his heart beating a thousand times per second as he descended closer to the water. He muttered to himself quietly, trying to get the monster to listen but it wouldn’t work. If it wanted the cold, it would take the cold, one way or another. It wouldn’t kill him, not without another host to jump in. It was too soon, but the boy knew it would happen, and he would never see it coming. As he finally made it to the bottom, he stood at the edge of the water for a moment. He wore his pajamas, something he had kept on for the past few days ever since the monster entered him in the Upside-Down. If the monster had its way, he wouldn’t have anything on, but that would draw unwanted attention. It wanted to come here, and it would prevail. He felt the hostility and knew it all too well. It never allowed him to tell the others it lived inside him. If he had told them, he wouldn’t be doing this right now. His feet had started to move forward, dipping themselves into the water. The cold sent shivers up the boy’s legs and through his spine. Even before he was waist-deep, his teeth were already chattering. The gang knew there was something wrong with him, that something had him like a puppet, but they knew not how to get him free of its grip. The boy had a theory, but there was no way to tell them. He couldn’t even draw unless he was blindfolded, and that most likely wouldn’t work. If it hated the heat, and wanted the cold, then surely it wouldn’t stay in him if he got too hot. But how was he to tell? Open | 450 Words |