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Whoops my hand slipped-

-Ooo, there's some spooky bloody stuff in this one. If you don't like cuts and blood and stuff, or maybe find cults a bit too scary, maybe this isn't for you. If not, keep reading bucko!-

   Summer. For me, it was already miserable. The sun's rays burn through you until your whole body is drenched in heat. Either way, something odd happened this summer. My dear friend Damien had come to visit like he always does. This time, without a jacket. The sleeves of this flannel were rolled up to his elbow, and his hair was up in a small ponytail. He was chuckling and joking around as he always did. I needed to go outside to gather some ingredients from the basement. I told Damien that I would return soon and went outside. As I walked out, I could feel the sunlight burning into my skin. The ground was warm and dry. If you were to kick the ground, a puff of dirt would come up and swirl around for a few moments before dying down once again.
   Although, there was one area that sank when I stepped in it. It squished, as if I had stepped on an animal. I looked down and a deep crimson filled my sights. The ground was drenched in the liquid, which had seemingly come out of nowhere. I looked up as another drop of it landed on my shoe. There was a man. He had been impaled on the branches of the old, dry bush I lived under. He was a fairy, I could tell, but his wings had been torn, or rather, cut off. I covered my mouth and looked away. As strong as I thought I was, I couldn't bring myself to stare at it much longer.I dashed inside. I frantically explained what I saw to Damien, who covered his mouth like I did.
   "We need to get the police," he said. I nodded, not having any idea what to say in that moment. He opened the door, but before he left, he turned to me and said, "Stay here, ok? If the guy is still out there, I don't want you getting hurt." With that he left. I was scared, to put it simply. I sat down and tried to recollect myself. I kept telling myself that it was most likely an animal. Just as I started to calm down, I began hearing things below me. I heard whispering from outside. Before I could run, before I could even stand, something hit me, and forced me to the ground. There was something placed over my mouth, and as the light faded from my eyes, I could hear a quiet hush.

   I opened my eyes. I could barely see in the faint light of the candle behind me, but I could tell I was being dragged. I struggled against my attacker, grabbing his hands and wrist, but he didn't release me. He stopped for a moment, and, while I was struggling, hit me in the hand with something. It stung and I let go. I could feel the blood trickle down my hand as he continued walking. He soon reached a door and, after opening it, tossed me in the room it led to. There were candles in the corners of the room, which I could only see the light of behind every figure around me. Some had wings, which were tucked in. Others had crosses in their hands. However, they all had the same black cloak on, making them all look almost identical as they closed in on me. I feared for the worst as I heard their leader speak.
   "Oh, wonderful gods. Please, take this gift from us. Give us the luck and wealth that you have, and drench us in your power. I give you all, number 14." I froze up as one of them grabbed my arm and carved my assigned number into it. The others grabbed me and began to carve into my skin as their leader continued to ask the "tallest ones" for their blessings. As the light hit their faces, I noticed they were wearing masks. Each looked like a twisted animal, and they all smiled down at me. They carved my thighs and cheeks, while stabbing into my hands and arms. I screamed louder and louder with each cut. Their antagonising smiles, staring down knowing they'd be the last thing I'd see.
   Their leader soon brought their hands up, making them all stop. I was panicking, breathing quickly as I watched the red pool around me grow. He pointed to one of them, and they picked me up. They had large, translucent wings, and he turned my head forcefully to look at him. I could see one of his eyes through the mask, which was a bison's head.
   "Do us good little worm, maybe you will be able to live among them in the future," he whispered. He harshly dragged me out of the dark room and down the hallway once more. He dragged me up some stairs and opened a cellar door. As he pulled me into the harsh light, I began to recognise where we were. I could hear the sounds of people chattering. The door to my lab was busted open, and I could hear Damien call my name. I wanted to call back to him, I tried to, but when I opened my mouth the bison covered it. He took out a knife and slowly cut my nose.
   "Each time you try to out us or escape your fate, I will add another scar." He was eerily close to my ear, and put the knife away once I was fully cut. The blood was mixing with my tears as Damien began to frantically search for me. He was crying, screaming my name. My cries were muffled as I began to feel weak. Damien walked past where we were, not seeing us. Although, the bison seemed panicked, as he tossed me into the dirt and ran off. Finally, I called out. Damien came running back, almost tripping as he ran to where my voice came from. His face was red and his cheeks were wet. Tears fell from his eyes as he ran down to help me.
    "Who... where... why?" His hiccups were beginning to become apparent. He couldn't even form a coherent sentence. Things had begun to turn fuzzy for me, at this point the pain of the dirt in my cuts was the only thing keeping me from passing out. Damien picked me up and went to the police. The police tried to calm him down, but he ran off and took me to the hospital.

   I remember, I eventually gave out on the way there, but when I awoke he was still by my side. My body was covered in bandages, and it looked like it was beginning to get late. Damien was facing away from me, but I could still see his face a bit. He looked dejected, and his eyes seemed glazed over. I sat up, causing Damien's head to snap around to look at me. He stood from where he was sitting and walked over to me. While lightly pushing me down, he shook his head. He sat on the foot of the bed I was in, which reminded me all too much of that fateful winter day.
   "What happened? Do you remember anything?" he asked. I was still dazed, so all I did was stare at him. He sighed. "Right. You probably haven't fully come to yet. I can wait." I didn't know how to answer his question, but I did know that this wasn't like him. He never looked so depressed the whole time I'd known him. Or, at least, he never showed that he was. He always seemed to smile or joke around with me. I lightly grabbed his hand, hoping maybe I would gain a small chuckle, or something, out of it. Instead of recoiling with a small chuckle or saying something about it, he squeezed it back.
   "Yeah, I'm scared too, Cory," he whispered. And there he stayed for the next hour. The nurses eventually sent him home, but both of us knew he would come to check up on me tomorrow.

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