Kyatt's Fanfic ~ Red Moon

[Kyattsuai]

Well, here we go, a nice little ficcy by me. This would be the lame filler intro chapter, so be aware that the creepiness goes past this. And I'm sure you feel anywhere near sorry for our first death.



Chapter 1 of Red Moon
Dark Chinpiras

The night was dim and dark. Those were the only words he could use to describe it. Not one star graced the bleak grey nor did any cloud. It was early, too, not even eight, yet. The cold wind battered his house's windows like a feirce animal wanting to get in. Emajuu shivered in fear and looked back to the bed where his wife, Elli, and their baby Alex slept. He worried and had no idea why. It was just wind right? It couldn't hurt him or his beloved family, right?

But still, he felt chills creep down me like spiders. He peeked out the window at the fall night and let his ash colored eyes shot open in desperate fear. A shadow crept by his feilds, holding what looked to be a sickle. He let out a sharp scream as their eyes met his and jolted Elli awake as he slipped of his chair nad collided with wooden floorboards.

"What happened, Emajuu? What's wrong?" She said hastily. Alex slept soundly, not noticing his mother's abrupt wake.

"Something was outside. That's all. Go back to bed. I'm going to go check it out." Emajuu reached for his hammer, just in case he'd need to defend himself.

"But--"

"I'll be fine. Go to bed, okay?" He smiled sweetly and walked out, clutching the hammer tightly as the bitter wind struck him with a frozen sweep. Elli gave a nervous glance to the door as she laid down, but calmed herself to sleep. The worst it could be was a wild dog or Red Hare wandering about.

Emajuu made his way to his fields, his crops still intact and animals sleeping soundly. Nothing seemed out of ordinary. He frowned and set down his hammer and sighed in relief, "It must've been my imagination." But he knew it couldn't have. It looked back at him, and the more physical evidence was roots of dark crimson soaking into the ground. He couldn't breathe from the combonation of fear and cold. He followed the trail to find where it began, breath in soft mistly cotton-balls that floated in the chilled air.

He followed the dark oozing trail. It made his stomach churn and made him feel light headed as the smell crept up into his face. He looked at it turn and slither about the road like a giant snake. What he didn't want to know was if it had venomous fangs of horror at the end.

That he soon found out. If this 'snake' had fangs, the venom hit him and drained him of his life. There lay the raggedly cut, frail, waxen body of the women who was Mary's mother. Anna was most certainly dead. Her body looked like shredded paper in red ink, it was almost impossible to recognize her as anything once living. Emajuu spun dizzily and ran through the mangled maze of trees, all of which had long 'X' marked carved into their bark. He stumbled shakily back into town. He had to find Harris.

[Butterscotch]

This is cool!
Bouns points for killing Anna! ;D

[Kyattsuai]

Not a problem ^^ Thankies for the bonus points! *stuffs bonus points into her collection* I love killing those we hate ;D *innocence*

[Kyattsuai]

Chapter 2
New Moon

Everyone had gathered in Town Square the next morning, all quietly murmuring and giving shocked looks to each other as they wondered why they had been told to come here. The mayor hesitated as he stared at the masses, notably Mary. She was sobbing and barely strong enough to stand. She dug her hands into Sasha's, her mother's friend, shoulder, tears staining the clean white fabric of her dress.

The mayor was relieved of one thing. Only Anna was gone. He took a large breath and stepped out into the crowd, "People! Please calm down! I know that you are all very confused but I regret to say that Anna is no longer with us. She was attacked in the forest by something or someone, and was killed on the spot." he frowned and looked down. Some in the crowd began to sob and others looked on in horror. Nothing like this had ever happened before.

Emajuu and Elli stood quietly. Emajuu knew he'd never ever claw the horrible image from his mind of the scarlet ragdoll that was once a woman. He'd never been friends, but life taken so quickly and messily made him sick. Harris nodded to the shaky famer in understanding and stood by the mayor, "Everyone, we advise you to stay in your houses and lock your doors. By the injuries delt to the deceased and the markings left on the trees, I don't think he'll avoid large groups at night. during day, you must travel in groups, even if you are just dropping your children off at the church or going to the hospital. Is that clear?" He seemed in control and calm, but he knew he was never expecting a murderer. He'd always said nothing would happen here in such a once peaceful town.


It was now in the late afternoon, and Elli was hurriedly washing the dishes and and looking out the window. Alex giggled as he clung to Billy's tail, making the dog yelp in shock of the baby's curious nature. The two adults, however, were silent. All the animals were indoors, the doors and windows were locked tightly, and Emajuu had harvested all his crops and cut them down so he wouldn't have to stay outside of the house, barn, or coop for too long.

Billy, after shaking the delinquent child from his body, leapt onto his owner and pawed him, hoping to maybe go play ball outside. Emajuu pet him lightly, "Not right now, boy." Was all he said. But, as he was looking at the dog, the stealthy shadow returned and darted across his fields as the sun set, and this time, it had a few friends with it as well.


Basil sat at the dinner table with Mary, watching her cry and sniffle. He had tried to calm her, but his words only made her cry more. She wouldn't eat or talk to him and he worried if she'd ever stop weeping. He had heard about people who died from mourning, and as he reached over to put a comforting hand on her shoulder, a shadow wathced him closely from outside, then slunk under the veiw of the window.


Emajuu stood and looked out the window, "Elli, did you see anything?" He asked. He hoped she hadn't.

"No. I'm busy making dinner. Sit down and and relax. Everything's bolted so not even a bear could break through." She forced a smile. Emajuu did too and sat at his table.


Basil had gottne up to get Mary some desert. Women like desert, and he knew that. Everytime he and Anna got into a fight, cheesecake always made it better. He froze as the door creaked open and the wind shot like razors into the room. He wandered blindly to shut it, finally finding it and closing it. Perhaps a hurricane was coming soon. The wind had stopped blowing in, but at that point it was the least of his troubles. Just as he looked around to the kitchen, he saw a gleam of metal hang in front of him in a crescent shape.


Emajuu didn't care whether the killer got him. He didn't feel right. He had tossed on a coat and began plowing through the rainy wind, forcing himself against what felt like cold claws ripping his face. His heart stopped dead in its tracks as a howled cry of agony shot through the air from Basil's house. Emajuu quickened his pace.


The shadow with the crescent blade howled with laughter as he plunged the sickle into Basil again and again. Basil hadn't died yet, but moving was a faint and painful dream. He lifted a hand to protect himself, but once more the blade crashed down with a sickening thunk and splitting cry as Basil fell dead to the ground. The shadow pryed the sickle from Basil's face and proceeded upstairs. What would he find there?

Emajuu fell to his knees and wrapped his arms around his stomach as he looked at the mangled body of Basil. He was as bad as his wife's body. With a sick cough, Emajuu stood and tried to run, but couldn't as he collapsed again and vommited. With all his strength, he pulled himself to his feet and listened as a shrill shriek came from upstairs, along with a disgusting plop noise.

The shadow bound out the window with a nasty giggle as he left Mary there, blood oozing from her chest. Emajuu arrived seconds after the culprit had left, and fainted, unable to walk anymore after seeing both of them dead.

Boy, that was gooey and blood soaked...

[Butterscotch]

Wow! This is really good!

[Kyattsuai]

Chapter 3
Inn Hell

Bad pun, shoot me now. I couldn't resist...

Ann smiled as she stirred some soda with a straw with an absent mind. She didn't seem upset at all about the death of Anna. She sighed happily as she remembered Cliff. He had moved away, and she had been sad for that, but she loved just thinking about him. She had even stored some money away in hopes of sending it to him to get him to move back. Then she could see him again. She stopped herself. She was getting a little too girly for her own tastes right about now, "Dad? You think it's a hurricane? Kinda late in the year, don't you think?" She looked back. Where was her father? He was just there, "Dad? Hellooo? Dad? What are you doing? He must be making drinks. Too bad it's too rainy for customers. No one will drink tonight." She stood and walked to the kitchen door, "Dad! Stop making drinks! It's too stormy outside!" She tried to open the door, but it was locked, "Dad? Dad? Open up!"

A beastly looking person peered at the door. He had no weapon but his hands, but he apparently didn't need one. He looked down at Doug's body with a sharp glare. He was mangled, not with blade or any cuts, but with bruises pounded into his skin. His body was red and black with lumps, and small red scapes pointed out where the creature-like man's knuckles had dug into skin. He looked at the door, and a toothy grin spread ear to ear as Ann's voice called out.

Ann threw herself into the door with great force, "Open up! Let me in, Dad!" She growled as she stuck it and fell to the floor. Slowly, the doorknob twisted as the door began to creak. Ann pouted and put her hands on her hips, prepared to question why her father had locked her out.

Harris walked in and smiled at Ann, "Hey, Ann! Where's your father?" He stopped as he noticed her stern expression. He quieted and waited for her answer. And he atleast got one. A stunned gasp of stunned horror as her father's body was tossed on her, knocking her over and staring at her with empty eyes that lacked any color. She couldn't speak at all, and merely breathed heavily as she tried to escape the heavy corpse. Harris ran to her aid and pushed Doug off as the door began to open again. Ann became lamost limp in Harris' arms as he hauled her towards the door. Before he could reach it, though, the beastly criminal flew in front of the door and thrust out hands toward Harris. The policeman ducked and punched the creature in the face, running upstairs with Ann in tow.

The beast growled, "Don't take her away!" He whined like a child, "I'm not done having fun yet!" He croaked, but smiled as he heard them both scream upstairs.

Ann fell to the ground as Harris did in shock. Gray gurgled helplessly as he hung from the ceiling by a noose. His body was bloody and maimed, his feet in particular. He was still alive, but barely, as he begged silently to Harris to help him as he clung to the noose, trying to keep from choking. All he had to stand on was a small corner of endtable, and it was stained and slippery from the blood.

The beast crawled like a wounded animal up the stairs and spotted the three. Harris looked fearfully at the monsterous man and hid Anna behind him but not from a fate that they would share.

[Butterscotch]

Wow! This is creepy! Great job Kyat!

[Kyattsuai]

*bows* Thank you! I have two more chapters done already, but I'm going to revise one (translated: rewerite the thing).

I'm glad you like it! It get's creepier soon!

[Kyattsuai]

Chapter 4
Waking from Death

Emajuu woke slowly from his unconcious state, eyes quickly closing however at the sight of Mary's remains. He stumbled through the house with his eyes shut tight and holding his breath. A glimpse of death or a scent of thick blood was something he couldn't handle. He wandered out and gazed at the sky, filled with dim and sad stars. They seemed to have lost theri special glimmer of diamonds and turned to solid grey dots with little hope to offer. Then a thought struck him. Elli and Alex were still at home. He wanted to report his friends deaths, but his family was in trouble and Harris was no where in sight. He ran back home, not knowing what had already left it.

Elli walked along the street, Alex tightly huddled to her. Emajuu had left abruptly to 'feed the chickens' and hadn't come home. She'd looked on the farm, but he was no where in sight. She was a little angry, really worried, and completely frightened. She called out for him again, "Emajuu! Where have you gone? Please come home! Answer me!" She hated yelling at such a late time, but she doubted anyone could sleep anyhow. She heard a muffling noise from in the inn as she passed and looked up towards one of the 2nd story windows, "H-hello?" She said as she tried to look in. No luck. She'd have to climb the ladder by the window since the door had been crushed inwards by a force she didn't want to meet. She hushed Alex's whimpers and took a deep breath before climbing the wooden ladder.

Emajuu sobbed quietly. His beloved wife and child were gone. Most likely strewn about in mottled ribbons of flesh by that awful shadow. The same one who had killed Anna, the same one who had killed Basil, and the same one that killed Mary. He looked at the clock as gasping sobs broke through his rough throat that was shredded by coughs and burnt by vomit. It was't even 9 yet. It was getting colder as he had left the door open in his misery. The blades of frozen wind cut across his back, making his clothes feel like sharp metal ribbons. Darkness was all around him. Whether it protected him or endangered him was what he did not know.

Elli wobbled furiously up the ladder. She spoke quietly so only her and Alex could hear, "Ugh, it feels like I'm pregnant again. I can't keep my balance..." She grunted as she hiked a leg over the bottom of the window sill and slowly climbed in, smacking her head against the bottom of the window itself. She yelped in pain but went deathly quiet at the mess she saw. The pummeled bodies of Ann and Harris lay in a bruised and broken pile by the end of the bed. But something was odd. Harris left behind him a light trail of blood. He had moved from his place in front of the dead Ann and had moved to the endtable. Elli squinted in the darkness until she saw slimey red feet tiptoeing on Harris' shoulders. She gasped as she placed Alex on the bed and got up on it, quickly undoing the knotted rope that dug into Gray's flesh. She quickly caught him as he slumped limply into her arms and, making sure to not drop him, got off the bed and laid him on the floor.

Emajuu had his axe in hand and was walking through the tangled trees of the nearby forest. he cursed and sobbed as tears poured from his eyes. He bit his lip hard as he dug the large axe into the fresh, cold earth. Again and again and again his axe struck the tender but unloving ground. He collapsed as he looked at the carpenter's house. Blood was smeared in the shape of handprints all over the door, and beside it lay a bloody tangle of weedlike strings of skin that wasn't remotely likened to a human corpse at all. What kind of creature could do this? The question dragged itself around his head as he burrowed his face into the wet grass.

Elli was used to injuries and death and the like, but she couldn't help but cry for all of them. She felt weak, sitting here in a curled up ball, Alex sleeping against her chest. She was a nurse, and a good one. She should be composed and professional like the doctor. But she just couldn't. her face turned raw and red with the streams of tears and she looked at the bodies of Ann, Harris and Gray. They were all at least somewhat friends with her, and they were all gone. Her hopes were being dragged through the mud by the wretched beast who did this until she spotted something, "G... Gray?" She softly said, getting a light moan in response. She held her brethe and quickly gathered up Alex up by her shoulder and picking up Gray, taking them to the other room so the bloody sight was not in her line of vision.

Emajuu heard a loud roar, something holding joy and malevolence in the same giddy laugh. He cringed as he watched a ghostly old man holding a sickle walk by, not noticing the man laying in the darkness of the bushes. Emajuu narrowed his eyes at the man. Violently fast flashbacks struck him hard. The sickle, the man crossing his fields to get to his victims, and those god-awful eyes of death.

Elli looked down at the slowly awaking Gray, whose light and eerie moans escaped his throat that was reddened by the rope. Harris had saved him. After he was wounded and knew he was going to die, he still went through with his duties as an officer of Mineral Town and helped Gray hold onto the rope and have something to stand on. Her eyes teared at the thought but she put on a kind face as Gray opened his eyes weakly. Elli was about to ask him how he felt when she heard the clanging of pots below. She put Alex by Gray and slowly made her way downstairs.

Emajuu didn't have the strength to stand. He watched, however, as the old man laughed again while speaking to another. This shadowy killer was thin and gaunt with bug eyes and a thin pointed jaw that hung low. He looked like a demon with his orange colored eyes and hair. With strain, Emajuu attempted to listen to their conversation. He could hear nothing, but the bright glint of many long metal blades appeared. He shuddered at the metallic clicking and clanking as they struck each other like knives being sharpened. The wind was feirce, but not even the skinny little bug-faced man wih the claws was blown away, even as Emajuu clung onto the grass like a lifeline.

Elli wandered into the kitchen, heart racing faster than Red Hare and eyes wider than ever. She'd never been so frightened before as she stared at the beastly form. He turned and hissed loudly at her and charged for his new victim head on. Elli held back a scream and wih a violent thump and a sickly crack of bones, a figure fell.

Elli took heavy breaths like her lungs were made of lead. She stepped on his back and dug her foot into the places where the ribs had fallen inwards from the mighty blow of a cast iron pan. She snarled quietly at the unconcious man who grunted in pain of his shattered bones. She raced upstairs and flung open the door to the room she had Gray and Alex in. They were safe, and Gray was slowly starting to move. Elli rushed over, "We have to get out. Here, lean on me, okay? We have to get you somewhere safe." She wrapped one of his arms around her shoulders, picked up Alex, and rushed off with them to the hospital, hoping it hadn't been attacked yet.

[Butterscotch]

This is really great, Kyat!

[Kyattsuai]

Hehe, I'm glad someone likes it. Oh, and the next chappie will have Carter! And the man with the claws! *anticipation* What will happen! Not even I know. I just write as the ideas come ^_^

Deaths so far:
Anna (shredded)
Basil (hacked to peices)
Mary (decapitated)
Harris (beaten to bloody little pulp)
Ann (ditto)
Gotz (undescribable horrors from a not yet mentioned killer)

Haha, I'm the murderer! j/k

[Butterscotch]

<_<
>_>
Okay! You've offed Anna...now what about Rick? ;D

[Kyattsuai]

He's after the chappie with Carter in it. Hehe, I have a feeling people don't like Rick.

[Butterscotch]

Rick is such a loser! He's far too over-protective of his sister, to such an extent that it seems creepy.

[Kyattsuai]

Hm, I see. I never really disliked anyone but Anna in the game. Almost done with the next chappie btw!