Week 8-9

Week 7/8 WIP

The origin of the Chupacabra

Myth, a rumor of a fact or at least that's what some would assume would be its original definition. They were tales of the old and what was revered and or worshipped. Monsters, heroes, gods, goddess as well as spirits and demons alike all coexist in this genre. The whorl was ruled by these tales and created culture and diversity among the mankind. Since there are about over hundreds of hundreds of tales worldwide, it's not uncommon for a few if not a majority of the stories to intermingle and cross.

Some myths that have been cited like the Yeti, Big Food, the Lockness and the Chupacabra are ones that have been recently created by mass media and believers of urban lies. However, there is a story that has been not been told within many years. It hasn't been told because it's hasn't been recorded because no one had witnessed it. It was the battle of Heidrun and the Chupacabra.

Most people would think because of recent settings the Chupacabra is a contemporary myth when in reality it's actually older then Christianity itself. The Chupacabra didn't originate over in Puerto Rico or South America. It manifested its first time in Scandinavia as the Strigoi. The Strigoi had long talons that it used to sink it's prey's flesh, keeping it within its grasp before using it's sharp teeth to bit into its flesh and withdraw all the blood from its body. Its body resembled an amphibian and it had eyes that were large and black like a fish's. It was said that the Strigoi had frog legs, a head of a sea monkey and the torso of a lizard but was the size of a small bear.

The Strigoi ran rampant and free all over the 9 worlds of Norse Cosmology and did what would please itself and it didn't care much for any other animal around it. The favorite preys of the Strigoi however were goats and it wasn't the fact that they were slow and the Strigoi was lazy. Goat heads where usually the main offerings to Odin and all the other Norse gods whenever the humans needed of strength or plentiful crops. The live energy ran thick in goat blood and what's what the Strigoi loved about it. The blood made it stronger, more powerful and of course above all else it was delicious.

However one day a Strigoi was tired of just hunting for normal animals. It was in the mood for something more complicated something far more defiant toward the gods themselves. What this Strigoi wanted was the mythical Goat of Valhalla, Heidrun.

Heidrun itself wasn't the type to show itself anywhere nor did it really go anywhere else. Heidrun was always reported near the Tree that held up the world, Yggdrasil, the tree that holds up the world, so it's important that her diet is rigorously controlled. Not only that the she-goat is entrusted to brew all the mead for the dead warriors rejoicing in Valhalla.

This particular celestial goat was the manifestation of the ultimate trump for the Strigoi. For months, it searched for the mythical tree Yggdrasil, he searched high and low, upon the clouds around Valhalla and the gates of Hell. The location of the tree was safely guarded by the Gods due to possibility of the 9 worlds crumbling and falling if anything where to happen to the balance of Yggdrasil. Finally he found Yggdrasil after jumping in-between a divide between 2 of the 9 worlds. It was difficult to find the particular divide as most of them would lead the beast into other worlds instead of the actual location of the tree.

It was there that he found Heidrun sleeping under the mythical tree and his eyes were blinded by the sight of his prize. Creeping up on the she-goat, the Strigoi was about the pounce upon the mythical creature till the horrible stretch of its rancid breath woke it up. Seeing the Strigoi, the she-goat jumped up and through the divide of the words, disappearing for the time being to escape the menacing goat-sucker. Angered by the months of effort gone to waste, the Strigoi began to run amok across the 9 worlds, killing all the live stock in the process.

The humans, angered by the Strigoi's devilish rampage prayed to Odin to stop this menace. Without the animals, none of the gods had been giving an offering within months and so Odin sent out his trusted warriors, the Valkyrie to ride the 9 worlds of this monster.

The Valkyrie met up in front of Odin's hall in Asgard and planned out how to hunt down the spiteful being. The warrior women decide to visit Heimdallr, a Norse god that is said to be able to hear and see things for hundreds of miles. Using his mighty gift, he helped the Valkyrie seek out the pest they were to stop.

When they found the beast, he was transformed into something more hideous then the original form of the Strigoi due to his rage which forced them to take more desperate measures. Trapping him, the Valkyrie removed broke off his talons and plunged the blunt ends into his back slowly one by one. After that they tore off his nose and fed it to the ravens that accompanied the Valkyries. In this form of torture, he was left to bleed and wither in pain for hours on end as the nose continued to grow back and the Valkyries would rip it off the monster and fed it to their birds. Every time it grew it was shorter then before till eventually his nose was as flat as his face.

Eventually the Strigoi was cast to one of the lower 9 worlds, Muspelheim the Flame land. There it suffered the terrible heat that burned his flesh daily during the day and re-grew over night. After that no one knew what happened to the Strigoi until the mid 1900s in The southern hemisphere where there had been reports of live stock, mostly goats, beings rained of all blood. It had been rumored in Scandinavia of the Strigoi returning from Muspelheim to wreak havoc in a world where Odin could not touch it

(wip) Week 5, Favorite Game

LILAC, a short story

LILAC, a short story posted at 3:09 AM

"Hello, this is the police, what is your-"

"SOMEONE STOLE MY SNOWMAN!" The woman on the other end had to hold her phone away from her ear at the sound of panic rang loud and clear. Bringing the receiver close to her again, the operated tried to calm down the girl.

"Miss, please calm down, what exactly happened? Are you reporting a burglary?"

"A burglary a thief, whatever you cal it someone jacked my precious friend!"

"Jacked? As in kidnapping? When did you discover that your friend was missing?" The girl on the other line seemed very anxious now. The woman on the receiving end began to worry, however she could not get the thought out of her head that when they first exchanged words, the young woman, she assumed was a young woman, screamed that someone stole her snowman.

"Kidnapping! Yes! That is precisely what happened! I bet you that whoever did this are out to get me next! But oh god my snow man!" The girl on the other line began to sob, very upset over this whole situation. Licking her thin lips, she narrowed her brows toward the computer screen, locating where the call was coming from.

"You are reporting the thief of a….of a snow man?" She waited for the almost incoherent words reach her. "Miss if what you are saying is true that I am sorry to inform you thief of…snowmen aren't very crucial and you are waiting valuable time." She promptly hung up before the other girl got to answer and continued to type away.

On the other side of the phone call, a pale and skinned woman was gripping the phone tightly, trying to process what happened. The operator had just ended the phone call with her, thinking she probably was playing a trick of some sort. She didn't even give the woman a chance to explain why this was so crucial. Lilac sat there on her bed as she did every day for the past 14 years but this time dumbstruck and lost. What was she suppose to do? The operators wouldn't listen to her and her antics. Her snowman is probably alone and cold….

Well actually being cold is a good thing because he is a snowman…

But that is beside the point. Every winter for as long as she remembered she would go out and build a snowman. Seeing after she became a recluse mysophobia at age 12, she began to don on a fitting bio-hazard suit whenever she had to leave her room and venture into the world to build herself a snow man so she make wake up and watch it slowly melt day by day every winter. It was someone she looked forward too, her own personal tradition in her messed up little world.

And now it's ruined…and someone stole her bio-hazard suit.

The long haired girl sat there in the middle of the room in a fetal posit as she tried to come up with ideas why her precious suit that she had been wearing daily for the past 14 years would suddenly disappear. Someone was out to get her, to torture her.

'That's it...some sadistic punk wants to toy with me! Who did I bother lately? I mean I did look down upon and scold some kids yesterday but I don't think they are capable of doing this…' Thinking to herself, she almost added on a humor note remember what her younger sister lavender called her. 'I looked like a legit member of the Ghost Busters when I had my mist cannon with me.'

That was stolen too.

Pondering there she rocked back and forth, the anxiety building, Lilac wondering what to do in a situation like this. As the seconds went buy someone could be holding a flame torch to the check of her morning companion or maybe turning him into snow cones.

Cannibals

Glancing outside toward the window again at that empty spot exactly 5 feet from their mailbox. Getting up she began to walk toward the door and reached out to it before falling backwards as if pushed by an invisible force. The sensors around the door were ticked off and she was sprayed with disinfectant. It went into her eyes.

"It burns!!" She double over as her eyes automatically produced tears so fast she could have created a woman made puddle right there and then. She rocked back and forth, cupping her eyes with both her hands as she breathed harshly in and out of her mouth, her teeth clenching. She had tried to leave the room, but it had been years since she left her bedroom without her protective suit. Could she do it? Rolling onto her back, she kept her burning eyes closed as she inhaled and exhaled loudly

Hours later she was on her back still in the same position she was after being attacked by her own sensors. Feeling weak and tired, she began to give up all hope.

'Maybe I should let her snow man go, I make one every year, it's dangerous out there, do I want to get sick again?' she began to convince herself maybe it was a good idea that she didn't go.

'But Dmitri needs help! He is my baby!' a voice echoed with in her head. Pursing her lips together, she began to listen to reason and desire fight against each other in her head.

"There are germs and bacteria and iris! We could contact sylphs, HIV, AIDS!!!'

'Oh calm down!' The higher-pitched voice (desire) scolded at the deeper voice (reason). 'What is more important that all hat effort we put into making Dmitri year after year is wasted. Do you think we can live like this? Your baby is in danger!'

'He is snow, it's just a tradition you do every year!'

'He makes you happy when you wake up in the morning!'

'He melts anyways, it's not like Princess Peach, we aren't Mario, he wasn’t captured by Wario.'

Rolling onto her stomach, Lilac glanced up and saw something blocking part of the sunrays coming through her window through her long brown locks. Squinting her eyes, the woman crawled like a lizard on the floor to see a message taped onto her window.

'Be at the city hall at 3:30pm or the snow man melts.'

There was a picture attached to it and her eyes immediately tear up again in horror. The photo was taken quite recently; Lilac knew that because it was of her darling Dmitri. Someone in a black ski mask was holding a black scarf as if ready to use it to strange the poor snowman it was standing behind. Another person had a menacing looking blow torch, just like how she depicted in the in her mind, ready to turn her creation into water.

'I….I-AHH!" Struggling with inner turmoil, she backed away slowly, taking wobbly steps before slipping on the wooden floor and falling backwards. She lay there again and triggered he sensor at her door. The sprays began to mist the area around her and she managed to clothes her eyes in time. However this time her mouth was wide open as the took a huge gulp of air and breath in the poison germ killing elixir of science.

"Wohak hake. Blah, eke, ice, ugh, gross-who hoa hoa." She rolled over to her stomach and began to spit on the wooden floor; the taste was horrifying. With her mouth full of that horrible flavor and her body weak from all the anxiety and anger, Lilac was loosing hope fast.

"….I need resolve!" Looking up at her pale purple bedroom she stared at door, she didn't move and waited for that 'resolve to come.

Two hours later, she was still in the same position as before, staring at the door with vigor.

'It's not working.' She kept waiting. 'It's not working.' Getting up Lilac fumed and kicked her bed frame, injuring her left big toe. Howling, she hopped around the room cursing every work out of the English dictionary she could possibly think of before looking at the cat clock that ticked above her window.

4:20

'Crude.' As if all the restraints from her previous aliment dropped, she sprinted out of her room faster then the speed of sound. Her long and tangled brown hair flew behind her as she clumsily ran out of her house, nearly slipping on the icy porch. She thanked the heavens that the town she lived in was so small and forgot her winter clothing to keep her warm. Only in her red nightgown and a pair of black knee high tube socks, she darted across the icy path, slipping and sliding to her destination.

Seeing a line of crudely made snowmen, she squinted her large eyes to pick out if any of them was her baby Dmitri. How could she miss him?

She paints him with food coloring every year to give him a more of vibrancy, a personality that made her smile.

Seeing him unharmed, Lilac were blinded by a sheet of white as she threw herself to the feet of her snow man, arms wrapped around the lowest ball of snow as she whimpered loudly.

"DONT KILL HIM DON'T KILL HIM, HE IS SO YOUNG! I ONLY BUILT HIS YESTERDAY!!! PLEASE DON'T KILL DIMITRI!!" Feeling a tap on her shoulder, she looked up with large teary eyes as someone who was very familiar, actually it almost made her upset how familiar that person was.

"Lavender!"

"You named him Dmitri, Lilac?" Lavender tilted her head to the side; the sly smile on her face didn't please the older sister at all. Lilac's eyes narrowed at her trying it figure out what is going on and why her sister was here with her snowman.

"You did this?" getting up she was ready to explode when something blue was shoved in her face. Grabbing that blue ribbon she stared at he first place embodied with golden thread that smiled at her 'first place'. Raising her head up at the tall and bulky looking man, she blinked twice.

"Congratulations! You have won first place at the annual Newcastle Snowman building competition." For a split second it sounded like she won something.

"…first plac-' She stopped and looked anther sister who grinned sheepishly.

"Well I didn't think you would enter it yourself. I've asked you before but you always said no." She crossed her arms and smirked at her good deed that nearly cost her sister a heart attack. "Did you know that a lot of people always stop by to look at your snow man?"

"No." Looking around, she saw an old lady, maybe in her 70s walk up to her with a small smile, Lilac noticed her eyes where extremely baggy and wrinkly, however it fit her.

"You build wonderful snow men, it's a shame that you don't come out to receive the compliments."

"Why haven't you told me this before?" Lilac demanded, still acting out though she was happy inside.

"I know you." Lavender said annoyed at her sister's defensive and assuming nature. "Do you think that I would tell you knowing that you'd probably stop building the snow men?" Looking down, she knew that her younger sits was right, the waist-length dark haired woman secretly cursed and thanked Lavender for paying so much attention to her.

"Besides." The shorter haired woman continued, again using that 'I-knew-I-was-right.' type of tone. "These kids wanted to meet you." From all directions, like colorfully dressed children from ages 3-9 ran toward her and tackled her into the snow with hugs. The adults just stood by as the children piled up on Lilac and chattered endlessly to her. It wasn't till Lavender noticed that Lilac wasn't moving that she began to shoo the kids away as nicely as she could. Seeing her older sister in the snow unconscious, she knelt down and began to shake her.

"Lilac? Lilac! Are you okay? Answer me!"

"…. So…many…kids…so...many….germ-"

She passed out, unable to handle any more touching.

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