LifeShadow Park-- Chapter One

Chapter 1 ~1

Alabaster, Hazel, and Crimson2

Ritz's feet shivered as he sld them across the frozen asphalt trail. His hands were in his pockets as he walked down the path, trying to put together his feelings. He had never felt such a thing, such a care. His neighbors had helped him out ever since he could remember, but they were like family. K was new, something he could relate to. He needed someone like that. Someone to litsen. He withdrew something from his pocket. It was a little porcealin star, no bigger than a quarter. He had stolen it off of K's shelf before he left. If he gave her something to remember him by, why not him get something of hers too? His silence was then broken as a scream echoed through the woods. He awoke from the trance and stared ahead into the dark woods. There were bodies. Bodies, in heaps, lining the paved road that winded through the forest. The trees, too. Upon every branch a body hung limp. Then it hit him. He had passed it. That mental boundary between his part of the woods and the park. Now, it seemed him just a witness of the chaos in the woodland park, but to the council he was so much more...3

Analise rested on the couch with her headphones in her ears, litsening to the music Ritz put on her computer. She clutched his bracelet in her hands. No. She couldn't do this. Not again. She knew it was wrong, to fall in love. Everyone she loved had been lost, and she did not want Ritz to fall into that category. She diddn't want to lose someone again. She cried, as quiet as possible, and fell asleep with the headphones in her ears.4

"Welcome" a man in a black suit appeared out of nowhere and walked towards Ritz. "You'll be staying here for a long time, I am thirty eight...my name, I mean..." The being snickered.5

Ritz walked back every time the twisted form of a human, Thirty Eight, came closer. "What the hell are you talking about?" Ritz managed to say, with an unusual venom in his voice.6

Thirty-Eight looked around and smiled "Oh, you are afraid you'll face the fate of these blood-suppliers." He waved his hand, pointing to the lifeless bodies. "You're not like them, we have decided to keep you. But we need something to satiate our hunger first. He took a claw-like finger and cut the number 93 into Ritz's forehead. Everything Ritz had been working for was soon to be gone. He would be evil, free of all moral and physical boundaries...one of them...7