THE DESCENDANTS
PROLOGUE
Cassandra Ferrel always witnesses lots of incredible things almost her entire life.
Some says it's because other than being a news anchor as her part time job (in her point of view) and at the same time being one of the most crazy, impulsive writer with an unusual hunger for thrill.
But the real reason behind this was, she's one ambitious writer who's sick and tired writing about things that only exists in her wild imagination.
Her dream that becomes her one goal is to write something base on facts that will cause confusion between imagination and reality.
Apparently, she has no idea this one thing will also be the one reason that will drag her to witness something beyond horrible that made her regret being herself.
I'm panting.
My whole body's covered with sweat and an incredible fear I only felt this one regretful moment of my life.
I shouldn't be here.
I told myself over and over while running in the maze-like forest I madly explored earlier, only to witness a crime. No! It couldn't be considered a crime. Crimes are committed by humanly incorrect or unlawful actions.
What I witnessed was far beyond human act. And that made me run for my own life now. My life I have not treasured in exchange of thrill and that one big crazy dream of mine.
My adrenalin had also quit my extreme hope to live. I dropped hard on the grassy-woody ground of the now grave-like forest that I have also designed for myself.
This is the end for me.
I have ended my own story trying to write someone else's stories.
What's worst is this is not just a story produced by my imagination.
Though I hope this is, but it's not.
This is the real thing I've been dreaming my entire life. At least I have fulfilled it. Too bad I will have no time to write it.
This dream will disappear along with me by those creatures.
I can hear them coming closer and closer now.
That means, I will experience the same awful death I have witnessed a moment ago.
They are here.
Scratching slowly in the dark corners of the woods.
I can't help my heavy tears from falling. And my breathing, as if my heart already wants to stop before these things get me.
That's it. Stop beating now.
What a pleasant surprise by a beautiful young lass.
I heard someone of the Thing spoke in such a deep male voice.
You must have seen our festival young one.
Stop beating now.
I command my heart.
Unfortunately, we're already fed up. Right everyone?
This one's maybe these creatures leader. They're like impatiently waiting for this one's command to attack a prey.
I said stop now.
And we can only do our feast once.
That's the rule.
Don't breathe.
Please.
But I think we can make one exception tonight.
All the others' became somewhat almost losing in control.
God, please save me.
Anyone.
The last drop of tears flowed slowly on my begging sorrowful face. But it’s already… too late.
Everyone.
The one speaking announces.
AGAIN...
NO!!!
Let the HUNT, begins...
