Ao's final

Black time

Notes: the story is based on the movie called The Sixth Sense (1999) and it happened before Dr. Malcolm met Cole and after Dr. Malcolm died.

What happened to me?

“Shit!”

“I’m dying? I’ve been shot? Why I can’t feel cold anymore? Eh…I’ll...fall into...sleep…cuz so tired.” Malcolm thinks.

“Malcolm…Malcolm...Malcolm” the voice of his wife is vanishing over Doctor’s ears.

At next morning, he actually feels good. However one thing keeps bothering him, which is what happened last night. His memory is discontinuous. He just remembers one name called Vincent and the shout of his wife Anna. He wants to figure it out.

He plans to have a conversation with his wife, but Anna isn’t in the mood to talk. The fact is that he finds that she is extremely sad without any reason that he can infer.

“What happened? What is the connection with the patient Vincent?”

He totally has no idea. “I have to work. Those children are waiting for me. I can’t be overreacted on the matter happened last night. It will be fine.” he says to himself.

Weird things occur again and again. His patients don’t show up at his treatment room even one of them. His wife continues crying almost every day. Besides, she ignores him as a stranger, and doesn’t respond his questions. He has no idea what to do expect keep waiting for both of his patients and his wife talking to him.

“Life is making fun of me”, he thinks, “I must find out what happened that night.”

“I need to know what changed my life. Yes, I can talk to Vincent Gray.”

Looking for Vincent Gray

“What?”

He is at the funeral of Vincent Gray. “Vincent died? How? When?”

Nobody replies his questions. Unfortunately, Malcolm, who got an award from the Mayor to commend his work, the son of Philadelphia, is like the air now.

“What a pathetic man I am!” He hates this word to explain the situation that he is in, but facts doesn’t lie.

He can’t wait anymore and Vincent can’t give him the answers. The key is in his memory which cannot remember. He decides to recall his memories by reading the file of Vincent.

“You have a secret but you don’t want to tell me”…

“You are not a freak. Don’t you believe anybody that tells you that. It’s bullshit.”…

“Do you really see those ‘dead’ people?”…

Sounds come from the type of the conversation between him and Vincent. In addition, he also checks the document and he focuses on a final word, “hallucinations.”

“Am I wrong?”

After a few days, he doesn’t care about the question, what happened that night, anymore. He works so hard to rethink the Vincent’s case. At same time, he finds that in Anna’s sorrow there is a little bit angry or not exactly angry more like depressed feeling about him.

“What have I done to my wife?”

Suddenly, he remembers a call from his friend, who is a child psychologist same as him, few days before that night. He decides to see his friend and discuss about his words in the call.

The boy

He goes to the office of his friend. There is no one. Maybe his friend just goes to someplace. Maybe he will come back a few minutes later. He is in the room and looks around. There is an interesting file on the desk. The boy in the file is Core Sear who was mentioned in the phone. His aim here is to ask more details about Core with his friend. He takes the file and looks very carefully.

“They are too similar.”

Another thing mentioned in the phone call is that his friend wants him to take care of this boy, because he is just like Vincent Gray. He wants this patient now. He notices that it is later and he have to go back home. He brings the file and plans to research something during the night time. In the whole week, he is in his “study”, that is the room in the basement, doing the preparation of meeting the boy.

His wife is seemed not to care about him. She doesn’t talk to him, doesn’t cook and doesn’t find him in basement. He thinks the marriage will be done and he hates that. The most important is he has no idea to treat Core.

He finally comes up with the idea that is to meet Core and to follow his wife one day. He notices a small thing which can prove that his wife is missing him, because she always touches her ring on his finger, which is her wedding ring and she is crying at same time. He is confused. He gets an explanation on the whole matter, but it is crazy. He can’t image what will happen under that kind of situation. He infers that his wife gets the same problem as Vincent, “hallucinations.”

“What should I do? Should I meet Core first or treat my wife?”

“Shit!”

TEE'S FINAL

HALF BLOOD

NOTE: Story is carried on from the end of the Twilight sequel "Eclipse".

So surreal.

Everything seems to be falling into place, surprisingly so. A year ago I wouldn’t have imagined my life in its current state, and in a couple of days I will become a wife; a life changing role in one’s life, more to me than anybody else…

In saying that I have no problem with the whole marriage thing - ‘Mrs. Cullen’, I don’t mind the sound of that at all.

What worries me are the disapproving looks I’ll get from Jacob and Charlie…but they’ll have to get used to it seeing I’m going to be with Edward forever (literally FOREVER).

Speaking of Jake I agreed to have one last hang out with him before I tie the knot with Edward which for him just means a one way ticket to the “pale faces”.

Right now though I have a wedding to plan apparently, waiting for Alice to negotiate flower arrangements and seating plans..ugh…

“Hey Bella, Where’s Alice?” As Rosalie enters the room you can instantly smell her distinctive perfume as it quickly fills the room.

“I’m not sure, I’m waiting for her to organise wedding…stuff” I reply quickly as Rose’s presence always seem to intimidate me.

I know Rose has this effect on people with her beauty – but today she looks exceptionally breathtaking, my eyes are fixed onto her like a predator preying on her features ready to pounce any second. I’ve found myself getting anxious and nervous – this is so strange.

“What are you looking at? Rosalie snaps me out of this euphoric state.

I hesitate “N…nothing, sorry”.

“Well, let me know when Alice is around” She demands walking out of the room.

My heart is still beating faster than ever – much like the first time I saw Edward…

Confused and trying to comprehend what just took place Alice startles me with her trolley of flowers, “BELLA!” – As she goes to take a seat next to mine she freezes into a trance, she’s having a vision.

Her facial expression shows confusion as her forehead creases and eyes in despair.

“What, what did you see??” I ask impatiently.

“Rosalie…she’s furious…at someone – I can’t quite make out whom, but it’s a woman. She’s yelling and screaming at her. It was frightening”.

My heart thuds once again as I hear Rosalie’s name.

“Why is she so angry?” Curious as if it has some relation to me.

“I don’t know. It was obscure. I’ve never seen Rosalie that angry for the period I’ve know her”.

Alice’s vision unresolved we settled with the agreement it had something to do with Emmett and moved onto the wedding planning, though the whole time all I could think of was Rose – Alice’s vision and my encounter with her earlier.

I met up with Edward briefly before it was time to hang with Jake. Edward had already seen what Alice had seen of course and he seemed to have brushed it off with the same theory we decided upon with Emmett. He admitted attempting to read Rosalie’s mind but he failed to do so only retrieving a blurred train of thoughts. I suggested a werewolf was involved as Alice’s vision seems to cut off with the interference of werewolves – but he didn’t buy the idea so I dropped it.

I reach Jake’s place with an unsettling, almost apprehensive feeling leeched onto me since I left the Cullen’s.

“Hey Bella”

I swear Jake is on steroids with how buff he looks every time we meet.

“Hey Jake, been working out?” I laugh.

“You know me ha-ha” He joins me in laughter and then initiates a greeting hug then realises -“Whoa Bells, do you have a fever or something? Your body temperature is abnormally high” Jake asks me worried.

“Not that I know of” I reply surprised.

“It’s like extreme”.

Quick streams of thoughts rush through my head; mainly revolving around Rosalie.

Trying not to expose my thoughts I tell Jake “I feel fine; I’ve had a weird day though”.

“I think we should get you to a hospital, this is way out of the norm” Jake insists.

“Seriously Jake, I’m fine”

“No I’m SERIOUS Bella – let's go” His voice raised he grabs my arm dragging me in the direction of my truck.

I could only hear his voice blurred in the background of my beating heart, now pounding – then SNAP. I resist Jacob (well try to) “GET OFF ME JACOB, I’M FINE!!” This roar comes from nowhere.

Struggling to maintain my breathing I feel a sounding rage within me, I could literally feel my blood boiling. I break out a sweat as if someone had pulled a lever to execute all the sweat from my body at once.

We both stood dead still in shock finding myself in close utter madness

“Are you…okay Bella?” Jacob breaks the silence.

“I don’t know” I reply with much doubt.

“I thought I was going to burst into flames – I didn’t realize I was that angry. I’m sorry”.

I try to explain but no words could really justify what just took place. Then I remember the incident earlier at the Cullen’s. I tell Jake every last detail hopelessly.

“…I hope this is not what I think it is” Jake after deep thought says in a worrisome tone.

“This is going to sound crazy, but, I think you may be a werewolf. You must carry some of our genes Bella”.

“What. That’s INSANE and not to mention impossible” Well, it is.

“It’s an extremely rare case but I’ve heard stories from my dad before. Nothing else explains your outburst and your feelings for Blondie. I think you may have imprinted on her…it’s the only possible explanation”.

As Jake explains and lists my symptoms it strangely starts making more sense. But what does this all mean? Will I phase? What will I tell Edward?

“You have to tell him” Jake answers the obvious question as if he read my mind.

“I can’t. I have to confirm 100% before I do” I reply defensively trying to convince myself more than Jake.

“It might be too late before then; this is the initial stage for us shape-shifters. The transformation process will accelerate from here” Jake informs.

In fear of Edward eventually finding out by reading Jakes mind - I decide to tell Edward.

I approach the Cullen’s restlessly, literally talking myself into believing everything is going be fine. I walk in reluctantly and I find Rosalie in the kitchen.

I freeze.

The werewolf genes must have possessed me at that moment because words came out of my mouth that I didn’t (or rather couldn’t) process in my head.

“I’ve imprinted on you Rose”

Noahs Fanfic

Edwards gone mad.

Edward knew nothing about who he was, who had created him. Why he was the way that he was.

He had always known that he was different, it was obvious.

His face a map of scars and cuts, his hair a mess of black, a birds nest upon his head.

His skin was pale, like marble, never changing, not the slightest hint of sun could be seen on him.

He lived upon a hill, in a large mansion.

And he was unfinished, an artificial man with scissors as hands.

He lived alone.

And she had crawled into his heart and broken it.

Edwards days consisted of cutting his hedges, and perfecting his garden.

A labyrinth of green hedges, shaped like large animals, giraffes, cats, and humans, anything that Edward would think about, he would create. They were his pride and joy. He also planted many wild flowers daisies, daffodils, roses, violets and irises. No matter what season it was, Edward could grow them.

It was his own paradise, his own world.

One night Edward awoke to the sound of rustling in his garden .Which was unusual, as animals never dared to venture into his garden. Startled he quickly tried to get out of bed, an attempt that failed and resulted in him cutting his cheek, yet again. A small drop of blood hit the pale white sheets. It saddened Edward deeply, but he quickly forgot about it, as the rustling got louder. His room was dark and musty from the settlement of dust that caked everything in his house.

He made his way to the garden.

Moonlight spilled into it, illuminating everything with a soft glow. All the leaves shone under the night sky, almost glittering. Edward had never seen them look sooo…..well sooo magical. . The cold air whipped around him, sending chills down his back. There was a shuffle in the depth of the hedges, right behind the large cat. He focused on his garden. Catching a glimpse of blue here and there.

Edward whispered to himself "whose there"

All of a sudden, colour’s begun to light up his garden.

His eyes were blinded by the spectacle; he stood there stunned staring out at his hedges, which slowly came to life before his eyes. He watched as the cat ran around between all the other objects, playing with the giraffes….And there standing in the middle of it all, was a girl…..

She had long silver hair that caught the light of the moon and stars. She wore a light blue dress that dragged in the mud. It clung to every shape of her body. She had large forget-me not eyes, the colour of deep brown, like the richest soil. She began to dance and play with the cat. Her pale arms flung into the air, the wind catching greedily at her hair. The cat, now slowly shrinking, and becoming more of a cat, then a hedge was surrounded by a cloud of ominous blue and purple smoke. Edward was speechless and watched in awe, as the girl danced and played with all the creatures.

His heart was sending slight pangs throughout his body.

All of a sudden, the girl snapped, as if she had awoken from a dream. Everything stopped, the animals became hedges once again, except for the cat, the brilliant light and colour's left, and the garden was restored to its now, not so magnificent state.

The girl stared at Edward…..he felt his face flush. All of a sudden there was urgency in her walk, she almost ran towards him. She ran up to him, and wrapped her arms around him, he stood stiff with shock. Realizing that he was un-responsive she pulled away. Then noticing his raw cut, she touched his cheek, wiping away the blood her soft hands caressing his face.

She began muttering to herself.
“He’s waiting, waiting for me. I've found him, he's found…found…..found"

“Where are you from?” Edward spoke to her, almost in a whisper.

She looked at him, registering his face, as if seeing an old friend.

"Where all mad, from where I come from" she said, a wicked smile upon her face.

"Why are you here? He said.

"I’m here for you…..I’ve found you"

“For me?” he replied

“Yes, many, many years ago. You lived in a place called the underworld, you were a brave knight, the bravest there was, who helped me conquer the evil queen of hearts, you out of the goodness of your heart did not kill her, instead you banished her and her lover to the never lands. You became a hero, and many people both admired you and envied you. After years of watching over our people and the village, the queens lover, returned one last time to our village, after being taught voodoo magic by the people of the never lands he cast a spell upon you. Replacing your hands with scissors, taking all of your memories, and sending you up the rabbit hole to this world”

Suddenly flashes came back to Edward.

The girl with the silver hair, the cat, the caterpillar and the Queen of Hearts all appeared into his memory.

“…..Alice……" he whispered, chocking on the name.

He repeated himself again "Alice" now getting louder, until the name shook through out his whole body.

"ALLLLLLIIIIICCCCCCEEEEEE" he flung his arms around her, clinging to her frail body, being careful not to cut her dress.

“Yes Hatter, I came back for you"

William's Fanfic Final

SNAKE'S END

Sokrovenno South, Tselinoyarsk. A Heavily forested area of the Soviet mountains comprising of snakes, crocodiles, and an autotrophic centenarian named ‘The End’. He is known as “the father of modern sniping” and is the man that Snake has to conquer if he is to complete 'Operation Snake Eater’: A near impossible battle to win for a solider that only has in experience in urban and marine sniping enviroments.

Crouched in a position as to minimize his sound and visibility, Snake slowly makes his way through the forest’s undergrowth into a position under a tree that will provide him concealment. Trying to relax in order to figure out a way he can actually beat The End, Snake runs through the pros and cons of sniper’s habits of laying in perfect camouflage in the same position for days on end.

Pros -

-Nearly Impossible to be visually identified.
-Lack of movement conserves energy.
-Advantage of surprise.

Cons-

-Snipers are long range attackers and can be ineffective in hand-to-hand combat.
-If identified by other means, such as Directional Microphone or Thermal goggles. Flanking The End can create a 'sitting duck' type situation.
-The End is extremely old, and therefore his movement and reflexes may be hindered by old age.

With these things in mind Snake ran through a possible plan of action. Find some sort of height advantage, such as climb a tree or higher ground. Then search for The Ends location by using his thermal goggles to identify the body-shaped white glowing area that acknowledges The End’s existance. Once finding him, very very slowly return to cover and remain in cover and circumvent The Ends position. From there he will trap and eliminate The End.

Putting this plan into action, Snake surveys his surroundings and spots an old tree in the distance that is covered in climbable vines. Scaling the tree without effort and coming to rest on the thickest branch he could see, Snake removes the thermal goggles from his item cache and slips it over his eyes. Adjusting to his new visual environment as a palate of blurred black through blue, green and yellow washes over his eyes, he concentrates to distinguish the differences between trees, hillsides and gullies.

Gaining his sense of depth, he starts scouring this vista for his nemesis. After around 5 minutes of trying to spot this glowing needle in a haystack, Snake finally spots his enemy, glowing in the darkness on top of a cliff face around five hundred meters to the north. The contrast in temperature between The End and his surrounding negating any of advantage gained from camouflage and making him stand out like a light in a tunnel.

With his enemy’s position now acquired, Snake can now perform the arduous task of hunting him down. Traversing back down the tree he decides the path of least difficulty will be to the west, where there is a smooth incline up to The End’s sniper’s nest. But there is also plently of shelter, cover, and long grass to keep Snake concealed from his enemy’s viewpoint.

Low and slow, Snake skulks up towards his enemy, making sure to remain extremely slow as so to not disturb any wild life in his hunt. For if there were to be any sudden flourishes of birds squawking and escaping, this would surely alert The End to snakes position. After three hours of emulating his namesake through long grass, Snake finally reaches the rear of the old man’s area.

Hours of anticipation and careful planning have lead to this moment, nothing must spoil it, and nothing must give away Snake’s position as he holds his breath and slowly inches forward with tiny steps. The excitement rises in Snake as he looks forward to ending this legend, his palms sweaty as he grasps the handgun in his right hand and knife in his left.

Equiping himself with thermal goggles again Snake easily spots his enemy, still as a blade of grass and glowing white hot.

With each step forward he can feel his eyelids widening, and his heart beginning to race as there is a sudden CLICK noise from below him. He suddenly stops. The End spins his head and sees Snake. There is an explosion and ball bearings rip through snake with no effort, eviscerating his torso and pouring out blood and any sense of life held within.The End’s trap had worked, Snake trampled straight into the claymore's tripwire. It was GAME OVER for Snake.

Frustration and desperation has reached boiling point, Snake throws down the Playstation 2 controller in disgust, closes his eyes, and counts to 10 while inhaling and exhaling slowly. His composure now regained, Snake tries to think of a new way to beat his enemy. After a break from playing to complete some household chores, he comes up with no new plans.

This leaves the only logical step: search the internet for a plan that is known to work. This task proves much simpler that his previous assignment, and a new angle on beating the decrepit old bastard surfaces. The internet informs Snake that if he saves his game, quits, then set his Playstation 2’s clock forward one week The End will die of old age. This seems too good to be true, but nevertheless, Snake carries out his new plan of action.

After saving his game, and changing the clock forward, snake reloads his game. And to the disappointment of his superiors, Snake wins the battle in the cheapest way possible.

Noah's Fanfic

Sorry guys punctuation, and sentance structure is reaaaallllly bad. My fanfic is a cross-over between Edward Scissorhands and Alice in Wonderland. If you haven't seen both films you might get confused. By the way the random way everything is set out, is not on purpose. Enjoy! (:

Edward knew nothing about who he was, who had created him. Why he was the way that he was.

He had always known that he was different, it was obvious.

His face a map of scars and cuts, his hair a mess of black, a birds nest upon his head.

His skin was pale, like marble, never changing, not the slightest hint of sun could be seen on him.

He lived upon a hill, in a large mansion.

And he was unfinished, an artificial man. with scissors for hands.

He lived alone. Cast aside by the town, that lay in the valley beneath his hill. He overlooked these beings never getting close. They could not accept Edward, nobody could except her.

And she had crawled into his heart and broken it.

Edwards days consisted of cutting his hedges, and perfecting his garden.

A labyrinth of green hedges, shaped like large animals, giraffes, cats, chest pieces, and humans, anything that Edward would think about, he would create. They were his pride and joy. He also planted many wild flowers Daisy's, daffodils, Roses, Violets and Irises. No matter what season it was, Edward could grow them.

It was his own paradise, his own world.

One night Edward awoke to the sound of rustling in his garden .Which was unusual, as animals never dared to venture into his garden. Startled he quickly tried to get out of bed, an attempt that failed and resulted in him cutting his cheek, yet again. A small drop of blood hit the pale white sheets. It saddened Edward deeply, but he quickly forgot about it, as the rustling got louder. His room was dark, and musty from the settlement of dust, that caked everything in his house. ( Edward was horrible at the upkeep of his manor, for obvious reasons)

He made his way to the garden.

Moonlight spilled into it, illuminating everything with a soft glow. All the leaves shone under the night sky , almost glittering. Edward had never seen them look sooo…..well sooo magical. The cold air whipped around him, sending chills down his back. There was a shuffle in the depth of the hedges, right behind the large cat. He focused on his garden. Catching a glimpse of blue here and there.

Edward whispered to himself "whose there"

All of a sudden, color's begun to light up his garden.

Rays of light shot up from the leaves. Colors such as magenta, gold, silver, turquoise green and violet.

His eyes were blinded by the spectacle, he stood there stunned staring out at his hedges, that slowly came to life before his eyes. He watched as the cat ran around between all the other objects, playing with the giraffes, and the chest pieces….And there standing in the middle of it all, was a girl…..

She had long silver hair, that caught the light of the moon and stars. She wore a light blue dress, that was long and dragged in the mud..it clung to every shape of her body. She had large forget-me not eyes. The color of deep brown, like the richest soil. She was dancing, and playing with the cat. Her pale arms, flung into the air, the wind catching greedily at her hair. The cat, now slowly shrinking, and becoming more of a cat, then a hedge was surrounded by a cloud of ominous blue and purple smoke.

Edward was speechless and watched in awe, as the girl danced and played with all the creatures.

His heart, sending slight pangs throughout his body.

All of a sudden, the girl snapped, as if she had awoken from a dream. Everything stopped, the animals became hedges once again, except for the cat, the brilliant light and colors left, and the garden was restored to its now, not so magnificent state.

The girl stared at Edward…..he felt his face flush. ( a feeling he had only felt once before). All of a sudden there was an urgency in her walk, she almost ran towards him. She ran up to him, and wrapped her arm's around him, he stood stiff with shock. Realizing that he was un-responsive she pulled away. Then noticing his raw cut, she touched his cheek, wiping away the blood Her soft hands caressing his face.

She began muttering to herself.
“he’s waiting, waiting for me. I've found him, he's found…found…..found"

-where are you from? Edward spoke to her, almost in a whisper.

She looked at him, registering his face, as if seeing an old friend.

"Where all mad, from where i come from" she said, a wicked smile upon her face.

"Why are you here? he said.

"I’m here for you…..I’ve found you"

-for me?

“yes, many, many years ago. You lived in a place called the underworld, you were a brave knight, the bravest there was, who helped me conquer the evil queen of hearts, you out of the goodness of your heart did not kill her, instead you banished her and her lover to the never lands. You became a hero, and many people both admired you and envied you. After years of watching over our people and the village. The queens lover, returned one last time to our village, after being taught voodoo magic by the people of the never lands he cast a spell upon you. Replacing your hands with scissors, taking all of your memories, and sending you up the rabbit hole to this world”

All of a sudden. Flashes came back to Edward.

The girl with the silver hair, the cat, the caterpillar, the Queen of Hearts.

“…..Alice……" he whispered, chocking on the name.

He repeated himself again "Alice" now getting louder, until the name shook through out his whole body.

"ALLLLLLIIIIICCCCCCEEEEEE" he flung his arms around her, clinging to her frail body, being careful not to cut her dress.

“yes Hatter, I came back for you"

Kurt's Fan Fiction

The Witcher (computer game)

It was a cold, foggy night everyone in the town was sleeping except for a few soldiers, patrolling the streets.

“AAAaaahhh” a scream, came out of nowhere, it was loud enough to wake the whole town. “THE BEAST HAS STRUCK AGAIN!!!” one of the soldiers cried.

“Follow me” called the captain, as he ran towards the origin of the scream. Most of the soldiers obeyed their Captains orders.

The Captain looked back and saw three soldiers had stayed behind. “Cowards” he muttered under his breath.

Turning the corner they saw a figure, a creature in the dark. Gingerly they approached . The creature saw them, in a blink of an eye it was gone.

They continued slowly, there was a woman lying covered in blood. They ran over, but they were too late, she was already dead.

Early the following morning a strange man, with eyes of a cat and hair as white as snow, walked into the town. His name was Geralt and he was a Witcher. A human chosen to be mutated, having enhanced speed and strength and the ability to see in the dark. Witchers don’t need to eat or sleep, they are also well educated in monster slaying and potion brewing.

As he walked the main road, he saw a large crowd of people down an alley way.
“I wonder what’s happen there”, he pondered.

The towns people stared at him as he walked past. One of them called out “get out of our town, you ugly mutant”.

Geralt stopped. He turned and walked towards the crowd, they backed off to avoid him. Geralt could now see a dead woman in the centre of the crowd “what happened?” he asked.

“She was killed, by a monster like you” he heard a woman say.

“I’m a Witcher” Geralt explained “I can help”.

A soldier walked up to Geralt, “We haven’t had a Witcher in this town for years” he exclaimed “I find it a bit suspicious, that one would appear now; now that our towns people are being hunted”.

“Typical human, prejudice towards all non-human creatures” Geralt proclaimed out loud.

The soldier took offense to Geralt’s statement, he threw a punch at Geralt, who dodged the attack easily.

Geralt replied to the attack with a punch back, dislocating the soldier’s jaw. The soldier fell to his knees, “Aaahh” he cried in pain, as he held his jaw. Geralt then struck the soldier’s head, knocking him out.

The other soldiers started to circle Geralt.

“Stop” yelled another man, he was dressed in the same uniform as the other soldiers except he wore a black cape.

“You must be the Captain” Geralt implied.

“I am; what business brings you to our town?” the Captain asked.

“I’m just passing through, on my way to Vizima; I can help you, with your monster problem” Geralt told the Captain.

The Captain nodded “we may just need your help; the creature that did this” he pointed to the dead woman “it’s been hunting us, for the last few days now, killing one to two people each night”.

He didn’t want to trust a stranger, but he was left no other options, he and his soldiers had failed to catch the creature, they didn’t even know what it was.

“If a Witcher cant catch this thing; we’re all dead” the Captain thought to himself.

The Captain told Geralt everything about the attacks. From what Geralt heard he figured the creature was likely to be a vampire. “It will strike again tonight” Geralt said “we’ll need to set a trap for it”.

“I have the prefect bait” the Captain replied.

Geralt and the soldiers had built a platform in the centre of town. There were three poles on the platform, tied to each pole was one of the soldiers that disobeyed their Captain the night before.

The sun was now setting, the soldiers hid down the alley-way, now armed with silver weapons. The silver weapons wouldn’t kill the creature, if it was a vampire, but they would at least be able to weaken it.

Geralt was overseeing everything from on top of the town hall. Just before sunset, the Captain stabbed one of the disobedient soldiers, hoping the scent of blood would draw the creature to their position.

Several hours past the creature had not been seen or heard. Geralt decided to search other parts of town.

Geralt saw something fly into the town, he stealthily followed.

He could see the creature quite well now, as he suspected it was a vampire.

The vampire climbed up a building overlooking the town centre, studying the position of the soldiers.

“Its not going to fall for the trap” Geralt whispered to himself, he quickly climbed the same building.

The vampire heard him, it turned around prepared to attack. Geralt was too quick for the vampire, he shot it with his crossbow.

The vampire roared out in pain.

Geralt drew his sword, and charged at the beast, it was not quite able to defend Geralt’s attack.

Having almost defeated the beast he kicked it off the building into the town centre, for the soldiers to finish it off.

As soon as the vampire hit the ground one of the soldiers called “GET THE BEAST”.

All the soldiers went running towards it, then stopped, staring, none of them attacked.

Geralt jumped off the building “what’s the problem?” he asked.

The Captain had a shocked look on his face “this is Mera” he cried “we buried her yesterday”.