Im Nate And I Fail As An Artist

These particular creatures, lived in the room of a little girl. The name was Wendy, and she had only two big fears.

Darkness was always on her closet. It was tall and thin enough to fit in there, with large limbs which ended in iron claws. Its skin was rough, covered with blisters and warts in different red tones. The eyes, narrowed and black, were above a long beak made entirely of skin with tiny teeth in them.

Loneliness, on the other side, hunted her from under her bead. His body resembled that of a wolf, with shorter legs and a wider back. A queue of spikes had grown out of its spine and the silver inked eyes let it see her with the lights turned off.

For years, they spent the nights scaring the shit out of her, watching how even though she aged, Wendy still fell for their tries of having fun. They loved every night even more than the last. Until one day, when Wendy was 9 years old, she didn’t go to her room. At the beggining they didn’t worry. It had happened before that the girl stayed at one of her relative’s house or at her friend’s. But when the clock read 1am, something similar to anxiety started to fill the white room.

They got to hear some words from down the hall. “Kidnapped”, “Rescue” and “Dead” were the ones that kept floating in the air after Wendy’s parents left the discussion. Kidnapped? Someone actually dared to took the child out of their hands like that? Unacceptable. And what would they do without her? Neither of them could switch their form, not after all the time they spent on her. No, they had to find her and take her back to their own kind of fear.

Going out the window, taking advance of the dark time of the night, both monsters went onto the shades. With the sense on Loneliness’ nose, the creatures could follow a path made by the fear of the child. Too mamy years of service made it unique for them.

In the matter of two hours, they could find the place where Wendy was hidden. An apparently abandoned factory, in the outskirts of the town, seemed like the perfect place to take a kid for a kidnap. Four men inside of it were talking out loud, with a beer for each one of them and equal disgusting smirks on their lips. The tallest was telling a story apperently. The old one opened another bottle for him and the blond. And in the corner, the thinest man they could see was bursting into tears from the laugh. Behind them, Wendy was sitten in a wood chair, with ropes around her wrists and ankles, preventing her from scaping into the city. With nothing more than a glance, both monsters went into action.

“Do you remember the crack on their voices?” the blond men cackled. “Don’t hurt her please! We’ll give you anything just don’t touch her!”

All of them laughed sonorously as the tallest one almost tripped over the table he was sat on.

“Someone would say after all this years of work at least one parent will call the police but they are so stupid.”

“Yeah! They can’t even…”

The setence was cut for the noise of the lamp fallin on the floor. Every light turned off. While they stood up, everyone could hear how a large figure ran around them, making them cut the smiles

“Hey! Who’s there?”

The sound of claws passing through a metal surface, with a so strident noise it made the men cover their ears with their hands. Wendy looked up, as if she recognised it from somewhere else.

“I said who is there? Show you face if you have the guts!”

The old shouted. When the others turned around they could see him on the floor, with bith hands around his leg.

Between the fingers, the red liquid stained the clothes and the cement.

“I think something bite me!”

“Bite?” questiones the thin man. “But there’s not an animal, I checked be…”

A chain out of nowhere wrapped around his neck and cut their words off. One by one, they started to fall, trip and try to reach for their phones in a try of asking for help. But every time, a spike, a tail, a beak or a claw caught them again and took them to the moment of biggest fear they ever experienced on their lives. Not knowing where to fight back, when to scape, what to be scared of. At the end, with their bodies too tired to keep running and too damaged to answer, they just stayed on the floor, with the eyes shut down.

Darkness cut the ropes and took Wendy in his arms. With Loneliness, they went back to her house, to let her laying on her bed. Before returning to their places, both stared at Wendy’s face. Darkness took a single hair out of her forehead. In her naked arms, they could see purple bruises, as well as in her legs and chest. Immediately, both of them took a decision.

Gluttony: “I’m just saying he could stand to gain a few pounds! I made spaghetti!”

Sloth: “After we eat, it’s gonna be time for a nice nap. We’ve earned it!”

“You deserve better! That was YOUR parking space!”

“He’s like three hundred pounds of muscle, Wrath.”

“And you are 165 pounds of RAGE!”