Chapter 3: Survival
As Dack looked at the system's screen it made sense. Everything today had been so odd, so very odd. Though Dack only felt the vague feeling of indifference that one gets when something goes by their head.
Dack closed the screen by pressing on a button that in the top right corner. He opened the screen again, the info stayed the same. Dack chuckled, a melodious sound that drifted in the air, and yet the world was silent as Dack sat there looking.
Everything was going to be different now. Dack had gone by each day with pleasurable indifference. Yet this taste of excitement that was hinted by the blue screen got him asking for more. Yet the cool night did not reveal any of its secrets yet.
The song from before drifted into his mind and he started to whistle.
Dack decided not to do anything as of now. If excitement was to come, it would come for him. He saw how the night beckoned him but he had nobody out there in the town, or in the forest. So he may as well stay inside.
Dack didn't have any weapons, he had never bought a single one, his father had never taught him how to use one. It was very strange out here not to have a single puny pistol but his dad never had one.
Yet, Dack knew his dad hid things. Right on his death bed, while his dad lay there coughing away, blood at the tip of his tongue. He told Dack, "Don't go up there. No seriously." He remembered his dad laughing, and laughing, and that laughing turning into more coughing but he was still smiling. "Dack but seriously just don't, just not yet, marry someone first, live your life kid I don't care, just not yet." Dack rolled his eyes back then and his dad chuckled. Dack always thought it was his dad's porn collection but his dad's voice told him otherwise.
Something now told him that he had to see what was in there. The world was changing and if the words that the text box said were to be believed all sorts of destructive things would come. Dack didn't want to regret something for the rest of his life.
His dad had always been a private person. He had raised Dack much like an owl, always watching but never ever intervening. Dack knew his dad did something important, he remembered the time some government types tried to get his dad to give them whatever 'it' was. Normally it wouldn't have seemed that important in the vibrant life of an elementary school student but he remembered the suits they wore looked just like the ones that the FBI agents in movies would wear.
Dack walked back inside. All of his dad's stuff was in the basement and the basement was were Dack was going. The door to the basement was a thick wooden door scratched and beaten up by years and years of use. Dack opened it.
A large stairway spread out from beneath him and into the dark. Dack fumbled until he switched on the lightswitch. The basement was covered in all sorts of junk over the years. Dack spotted mounds of books and boxes and boxes of old videogames.
Upon a throne of musty old clothes sat the box of his dad's old stuff. Dack approached it, each step he took more apprehensive than the next. The name the box read "Don't touch until the end of the world, so hopefully never." It was almost ironic but it was entirely his dad.
Dack pulled back the boxes lid and revealed what was inside.
There in the box sat a sword and a musty book. The sword was long and curved and didn't look like anything Dack had seen anywhere. The book was one of those old leather books that you saw sometimes in the bookshelves of old houses. On the backside of the book and in fact, covering the entire box was splotches of a dark red liquid.
Dack took the entire box downstairs to inspect it further. Dack held the sword to the bright fluorescent lights, hoping to find out something about it. Along the edge of the blade countless scratchings of different sizes and shapes laid in neat little rows. The end of the sword separated into two much like the tongue of a snake.
As Dack opened up the book he was greeted by the stench of time. That careful accumulation of age and dust that gave ancient, primeval, ancestral things their scent. The first couple pages of the book were covered in an unreadable script however as Dack flipped to the third page he was greeted by only two words:
"The Art of Waiting"
However, before Dack could turn to the next page he read a horrible sound. Something, some horrible creature, was outside of his house and Dack could only hear the sounds of it dragging its feet along the pavement outside his house.
Dack knew it couldn't have been human, the footsteps were too deep and too imposing, no man or woman could ever walk like that.
Dack grabbed the sword and held it aloft. Even though it was about eight feet(2.5 meters) tall, it felt about as light as a kitchen knife. Dack heard the sound of the steps from the right of him now. Slowly snaking along the wall, dragging itself closer to the golden light of the patio, to where Dack could see it.
Dack waited for it. Patience was the only thing you could do in situations like these, only patience could bring opportunity. Dack watched as it's shadow appeared in the light of the patio. It was tall, taller than Dack but not huge. It had broad shoulders and its forearms and hands were huge and distended(bloated).
Its body revealed itself in the light. It was a pale grey color and its skin was smooth almost like metal. Its legs were bloated and distended just like its arms but attached to them a series of large long glass toenails extended out.
It's most prominent feature was its long tube-like nose that snaked out in front of it feeling everything. The screen door of the house tore apart like paper at its grasp. Yet as it entered the house Dack noticed that instead of eyes it had only a couple of pits. A blind beast.
It lumbered closer and closer to Dack, pushing tables and chairs back. Dack couldn't see any way to attack it that the long arms of the beast wouldn't block. Dack didn't move in case it could hear. As it passed Dack's dishes for dinner it's nose turned towards them.
And with surprising violence, it slammed its hands against the dishes. Instead of shattering the dishes stuck to its hand and sank in. As they sank in the beast made a crashing, horrible sound. Dack could feel that the sound wasn't a sound of pain but the sound of extreme, terrible, pleasure.
Its nose turned to Dack and it started to walk again. It's nose outstretched almost reached Dack's face. Dack held his sword and waited. It took one more step. Dack grips tightened and he brought the blade against the beast's snout.
A clean-cut, not a single sign of being cut, the piece of flesh fell on a table with a thump. Before the beast could react Dack brought the sword with reckless abandon to the left arm of the beast. It sunk in but didn't cut and before Dack could bring the sword out of its flesh the beasts right arms swang right into Dack's stomach.
Dack buckled over from the pain and he could feel a tribble of throwup reach his mouth. The beast finally truly reacting to its nose being gone let out a sound much like the sound of broken glass and started to charge towards Dack.
Dack's sword had long left the flesh of it and was now raised up high above his head. As it came into striking distance Dack brought it down upon the creature's head, as the blade hit it, the beast slammed onto the table below it.
And before it could get back up, Dack brought his sword down again upon its head. And again. And again. Until it would never rise again.
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*Notice*
The ultimate system is not in charge of naming monsters transported to the respective planet. Please don't complain about strange creature names it's all your fault for their names and Brad wants me to blame you guys.
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