Alex Gavin Sebastion

[Alex]

Okay the story below is a bit harsh for people who are a bit more sensitive. You may not want to read it.

[Alex]

“Fuck... Run man run.... Jesus Christ, Chris just keep your legs going man. I am so dead...... That crazy Fuck is after me.... Oh man I am so dead.”

That was the last thing I really remember saying. Even if it was under my breath. Yeah shit when bad. Hell that kinda goes with out saying that up till now life has kinda been going from bad to worse. I thought I caught a lucky break when I joined Alex's gang. I was so wrong.

I hit the ground off my old Bmx bike running into the back alley as fast I could. My chest heaved and my legs throbbed from the effort. I just couldn't stop. My shoulder still hurts from where he bit me. The crazy fuck.

There off to the right. That abandoned warehouse... That would work well for a place to hide and call the cops. God I hope I live through the night.

I knew that Alex was after me. He never really gave me an answer why. All I can remember was over hearing him speak to Zek in the kitchen of that old house they lived in. I over heard him saying something about the time to hunt and there need to force a change. I was so freaked out that he heard me when he started to come towards the door I was hidden behind. I only got away because someone dropped something heavy upstairs.

Now here I am running for my life. Well Alex and his gang track me down. How could I be so dumb. How could I believe they would take me in after my parents kicked me out. I always knew there was something wrong with Alex. He was.... I don't know feral. Not that it helps me much right now trying to find a place to hide in here. However as I run for my life all I can do is think about what the hell happened. How this all started.

All I really remember of the night was that it was hot. I was coming home from the skate park and my dad was fighting with my mom again. I was so angry for all the times he would come home pissed off at life and decide that mom and me where good targets to take it all out on. I saw him raise his hand to hit her through the front room window. I just lost it right there. I ran in the front door and started to shout at my dad.

I was amazed how easy the anger came to me. How quickly I lashed out at him. First with words, then when he came after me with his belt, I grabbed the aluminum baseball bat he hide in the coat closet and started to beat him with it. I just kept hitting him. When he stopped moving I was so scared. I had never been so angry. My mom looked at me like I was some sort of freak. Like I was to familiar with our crazy uncle that dropped by every now and then to “check in on us” as mom always told dad behind closed doors. She just screamed at me to get out as she cradled his head in her lap and sobbed. That night I went to the arcade. I didn't know where else to go.

I never did make it to the arcade. I meet Alex and his friends coming out of a bar. It still freaks me out how he seemed to growl as I past by him on the sidewalk. The dead silence from them, and then Alex just laughing. Every time he laughs like that it chills me to the bone. Its like he is two steps shy of bat shit loco.

The real problem is that he is not crazy. I learnt that tonight the hard way. He is just cold, and he looks at people like they are meat or something to him. I remember him calling to me on the side walk. Telling me that I smelled good, and he told that girl with him to lick my fingers clean. He just seemed to control the people around him. He would just bully anyone who he thought was out of line until everyone agreed with him.

They took me in after that night sorta. I spent the next couple days running errands for them. Getting them smokes or beer. They never let me go into the back of the rundown house they lived in. Said that it would put hair on my chest and then just laugh. Tonight I did manage to sneak into that room after they all went upstairs to check on the crash. I will never forget what I saw in there.

They had some chick lying naked chained to the heater. She was on newspaper and clear plastic sheeting. There were chunks of skin lying around her, from where they cut her arms. She was crying and just looked at me and flinched when I came closer.

I remember cutting the zip cords that where holding her. The smell of blood that came from her was overwhelming. The smell came from the zip cords where they parted with the deep cuts they had buried into her skin. All down her leg was blood mingled with this white powder. And it looked like someone tore so deep into her that she would never have kids. I took of my jacket and helped her get to a closet.

What happened next is just a blur. I remember being angry. Alex was worse then my father. He had raped and abused this women. Then I felt the touch on my shoulder. I turned around and all the anger I felt in my heart just went to stone cold ice sticking at my stomach. Standing over me was Alex.

I was scared. He wasn't pissed or even disappointed. He just looked happy. I will always remember what he said. “Well boy looks like you set the moon's whore free. You smell about ready to hunt to. I guess your tonights feast after all kid”. Then he just grabbed me and held me there like a vice well he bit down into my left shoulder blade. Then he showed me out the door yelling “Run Boy, Run... We only give you so much of a head start”.

So here I sit cold and sweating. Yet feeling more alive then I ever have. I know there coming. That sick fuck would never let me go. Yet like he said.

“I, was a worm before I was a man. I was a creature before I could stand, I will remember before I forget”