Chapter 121: The Killer on the Loose

 Someone is trying to escape a "monster," desperately in search of fleeing the scene of the crime as fast as he could. He cannot describe who is that monster, despite the fact that he saw it with his own eyes. He is not even certain as to its manifested form, is it an "it" or a real person? Is it truly alive or an evil undead with consciousness? He cannot be sure for now.

But there is one thing that he was so sure of at that moment: he needed to run. As fast as he could. He needed to leave the monster's presence as quickly as possible.

Although he was able to see the monster for a split second, he never captured the essence of the image. It was too dark to take a glimpse at in order to note any peculiar detail, and the mere sight of it was too errie to bear. It was virtually impossible to stare at that being, whatever it is, a thing or an organic being, notwithstanding.

Its existence is very much felt by the functioning of his five senses, and he could even "smell" its commanding presence. Some publishers may call this phenomenon simply as "aura," and there is a need to immediately evaluate the radiation being emitted by truly ascertaining its source.

For some, an aura provides a valid distraction to the thought process, especially when pertaining to the discernment of the natural things and its peripheral effects that may require the application of wisdom. He was able to remember similar organisms exhibiting the same characteristics, and so he immediately sensed the presence of real danger. Getting out of there is immediately required before it is too late.

This is a Creature that can control his mind, and the aura pertains to the rhetoric that it carries within its organic matter located at the precise center of its supposedly physiological dimensions.

And so he ran as fast as he could, but the monster simply caught up with him. He was near the border of the Principality of Kenwit when it was able to enter his auditory senses and paralyze him completely. He instantaneously dropped to the ground.

He tried with so much pain to resist the monster from taking over his consciousness, but it was too strong. He was desperately trying to move his arms in order to gather strength to defend his neurological functions, and prevent the implantation of any control that will make his mind a foul slave to the strongest rhetoric of men.

Despite the valiant fight, his weak body finally gave in. He lost the fight for his sanity, including the form of his soul. Silently, he feels the symptoms of being psychotic as felt in the near functions of endorphins. But that is simply to put things mildly. What he feels inside is actually an unimaginable form of substantial evil. It is creeping all over him, and he is utterly helpless.

Whatever this monster's motivation to possess him is still quite unclear, but the full moon in the midst of the the gloomy night air saw everything that is about to transpire next.

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