What am i

WHAT AM I ?

CHAPTER 1.

MY WORLD.
The sharp freezing wind slices my smooth skin as I walk along the rocky
beach, the sound of cold white water hitting the rocks that have been
weathered for a million years beats in time with the whole village. In
the middle of the village my grandfather's telling old folklore to the
young folk who've gathered round him with genuine interest.

"THE MONSTERS FROM ACROSS THE SEA WILL COME AND BREAK SOME HEARTS", he
proclaims, instilling fear amongst his listeners, "THEY WILL COME AND
CAUSE DEATH AND SADNESS, I'VE SEEN IT, I'VE BEEN LUCKY, YOU MUST ALWAYS
BE ALERT, ALWAYS!!!". The ALWAYS tails off as his shout becomes a
cough, he can't continue, he hasn't been well for some time now and I
have watched him deteriorate over the past year.

Not everyone in the village listens to my grandfather, they scoff at
him and say it's all scaremongery, horror stories, but I feel the
sceptics are papering over the cracks of horror my grandfather spoke of
for the sake of harmony within our community. I could see their point,
it's so easy to cause panic within our humble land, so this is why so
many disclaim his revelations.

I live here with my mum, dad, my twin sisters and of course my highly
interesting grandfather. Life is simple here in the village, my dad
goes hunting every day for our food, living in a village close to the
sea means we eat a hell of a lot of fish. My mum stays at home and
watches us kids, but all we do is play.

There's lots of kids in our village and Hide and Seek seems to be the
favourite game of all of us. There's great places to hide in the rocky
terrain that surrounds and is under our village, I've studied all of
the rocks and I've found a brilliant niche, perfect me thinks for
winning many games of Hide and Seek.

My twin sisters are the best, they look after me and all bullies quiver
in fear before them, I love and admire them because they stick together
and I think that's what makes them an indistructible force, I feel so
safe and secure with them around.

On to my grandfather then, I've told you about him already but there's
more to him than meets the eye. "How did you get the scar on your face
grandfather" I enquire, "well son the monsters I told you about left me
with this scar, I told you, you need to be lucky" he preaches, "who are
the monsters?" I say wanting an answer, "well people from a far away
land come and kill and steal from us, it happens at random all along
the mighty coastline of our world, many villages suffer, who knows when
it will be our turn" he says chilling me.

"KIDS, GRANDFATHER, DINNERS READY" my mother shouts, bringing my
grandfathers solomn tale to an end, as we sit eating our fish I think
of all my grandfathers words, I don't know what to believe. He could
just be going crazy or maybe the horror stories he spoke of were
true.

My sisters pulling at me stop my deep thoughts, "COME ON, COME ON
EVERYONE IS GOING TO PLAY HIDE AND SEEK" they excitedly shout at me in
unison, I agree and we join the others for the game. As soon as the
game starts I head for the hideaway I found earlier in the rocks, the
good thing about my hideout was I could see everything that was going
on but nobody could see me, so the game begins. "ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR,
FIVE, SIX..........
CHAPTER 2.

THE INVASION.
.......... SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE" the counting stops then there's dead
silence and cold waves, fear collides with confusion as I raise my head
to the gap where I could see all. I nearly die as one of my sisters
faces suddenly appears before me. It was like looking into a mirror,
but I could see tears of terror running down her beautiful face.

My sisters warm blood splats all over my stunned face as WHY echoes in
disbelief in my distorted head. My big sister who protected me was
beaten to death with a wooden bat one foot in front of me, then dragged
to the side like some kind of irrelevant garbage. I was glued to the
spot with a fear adhesive as the ultimate horror unfolded before my
very eyes.

Everyone in the village was being attacked by men with guns and bats,
my grandfathers lore was real. I see my mum run from one of the evil
men, I can see him catching up on her I want to shout, I want to shout,
but I witness my mothers eyes pour out of her gentle head as the crack
from her skull being crushed fervently by an animal with a piece of
wood breaks my heart. Devastation becomes me, I didn't know this kind
of hurt existed, I can't believe barbaric people like that exist.

I still can't shout, some in built mechanism stops me expressing my
anger in shouts, survival makes me a coward. I want to cry, I want to
be strong, I want to die, I want to live for revenge, I want to be not
confused, then my mind is recaptured by the killing that surrounds
me.

I see my other sister, she's stuck to the spot with fright, one of
those bastards is standing right above her, he is grinning, she looks
at him, she is crying and is clearly looking for mercy. I see her
delicate sweet face twist and hear her neck break as one swift blow
takes her from me, the murderer laughs as he murders. Pain flows freely
through my veins, then I'm numb, I feel nothing, I'm just a pair of
eyes watching, I'm a tortured silent witness scarred forever.

All the rocks around me are covered in innocent blood, suddenly my
father appears in front of me he is franticly looking for all the
family, he scowers the rocky red beach without success, I could see
hoplessness in his eyes. BANG a bullet hole appears in the middle of
his head. blood spurts like a guiser as he falls to the ground he has
painted blood red.

My dads dead, everyone I know and love are dead, I wonder if I will
ever come out of the shock I am now in. I close my eyes and wish to
die, death was the only thing that could fill the hole that was left
deep within me. NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING,
NOTHING..........
CHAPTER 3.

THE AFTERMATH
.......... NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING, "SON, SON " shouts a familiar
voice, snapping me out of my blank state of mind. I'm pulled from the
rocks, relief is the best I could feel as I realise it's my grandfather
pulling me from my worst seat in the house. "Thank God your alive" he
gasps as he pulls me close. "Your mum, dad and sisters are gone son,
they were murdered" he says in anguish.

I put my mouth to his ear and whisper "I know", we hold each other in
silence, I feel his old heart beat which gives me a little piece of
solace. I knew he knew what I was thinking and I know he knew that I
knew what he was thinking, we look at each other. "WHY" he says, I say,
we both say, "I tried to warn everyone, I tried" he stops speaking and
breaks down. I've never seen him like this but what had just happened
would reduce any soul to this sadness.

I step back from my grandfather to have a proper look at the ravaged
village, then the strangest thing hits me. All the bodies are gone from
the red sea of death that floods our village, I just couldn't figure
out why, why take the bodies, I walk to the edge of the sea, slipping
on blood with every step.

As I stand at the waters edge I see boats in the distance, I know those
bastards have my murdered family on board. My eyes welt up and tears
start to flow from my cheek. I look down and watch a tear splash into
the icy ocean, my sorrow mixes with blood and sea water and floats out
to sea. I hope it's carried all round the world to warn people about
these mindless morons.

The guilt that has been niggling me is winning the battle of my own
wits, I try to push it to the back of my mind, but that sickly feeling
just won't go. I'm a coward, why didn't I do something I ask myself a
million times, times, times, times. My grandfathers shout rescues me a
second time, "come here son" I walk towards him. "We've got to find
others who are alive and start planning for a new future" he tells me
with a pinch of optimism. I agree because it's the only thing left to
keep us going, keep us alive, some sort of purpose.

We searched the huge coastline for a couple of days, finding a handful
of survivors who had fled the village and hid, these were the ones who
had had the luck my grandfather talked about at his village meetings,
but I just couldn't consider myself lucky. I wish I had joined my
family.

Another day passes and we reckon we've just about found everyone.
everyone gathers round my grandfather as he is going to talk to us. He
tells everyone about starting again, rebuilding the village, having a
community once again and lots of other old fox's words of
consolidation. he's good at getting people in high spirits and I know
he will succeed.

I walk away as he continues his speech, I walk in sadness along the
coastline, every gust of wind stirring memories of my family, I hear
all their voices clearly in my head, I remember so many good times and
can't believe I'm actually smiling.

I notice a girl walking in my direction further up the coastline. As
she got closer her face came into focus, she was beautiful, with her
sparkling blue eyes and her radiant smile I was instantly hit by her
charm, we talked for hours and I think I'm falling in love.

Well that was five years ago, we rebuilt the village, we were a
community once again and sadly my grandfather passed away about four
years ago, I miss him lots and since his death I have taken over his
mantle. the happiness I have now, well I did fall in love and married
the most beautiful seal you have ever seen and she is expecting our
first cub.

So life still goes on here, our village has most seals of our land. I
still have nightmares and flashbacks of the horrors I survived, but
after all these years something still puzzles me. WHY did the humans
kill us? And WHY did they take all the dead bodies with them?
THE END