BLUES {AN ORIGINAL FICTION}

in #story6 years ago (edited)

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A pair of blue eyes stared relentlessly as its owner lurks in the shadow. It was around the time people rarely walk the wood all by themselves. Now it seems even quieter than it used to be, the previous evening had heralded news of fresh dead bodies torn limb by limb but in order to disperse the people’s anxiety, the town sheriffs had told the people that it wasn’t a wild animal attack but a random murder by some bunch of psychopaths on the loose.

“We will bring those motherfuckers to justice; the chief sheriff had lashed out to the masses during the news forecast. The eyewitnesses to the incident were three; two boys and a girl. The trio had said the same thing about hearing distant cries and a supposed wolf’s howling piercing through the heart of the wood. Their statement would have been believable except that there were no records of wolfs presence in the town of Beaverly Hills since its inception.

In Beaverly Hills, there were hunters who walk the night supposedly to hunt wild animals. They hunt in groups with mind-blowing weapons “bow and arrows, guns and deadly traps. On one of such nights, they had spotted one animal and they chased with an aim “shoot to kill” but this animal exhibited a whole new level of strength and agility like never seen. The whole night ended in an instant massacre for the hunters except for one who was slashed side neck deep into the veins, missing the throat only by some few inches.

They walked amongst us!

“Werewolves,” he had said under a fading breath.

Those were words uttered by a dying hunter which were now passed down generations, tales about abominations that roamed the woods of Beaverly Hills. However, many consider it as one of the many creepy stories to sow the seed of fears, especially in children.

The New Guy, Tyler Frost

A new semester had just begun at Beaverly hills high school, it was the time of the year when parents do transfer their kids from one school to another except that this year was special, there were lots of foreigners registering to be enrolled as a student of the high school. Amongst these foreigners, a teen, age 21 with a very distinct ascent, he has a firm face with a thick eyebrow, the coloration of his gentle eyes was bluish, very light as if fading, he has a cool smile and the atmosphere around him was comely.

Ordinarily, Amy Marshall would have cared less about the various species of guys in her class. She considered every last one of them a “douche”, she doesn’t give them attention most times but these particular moments were just different, she hadn’t felt anything like it before, she couldn’t help but stare relentlessly at the newcomer who gestured a smile with a boyish grin. Could this be love? She seems to be totally mesmerized and enthralled by this new found figure and blabbered all day to her clique members till it was time for their history lessons.

Mrs. Jodiver, their history teacher somehow made a name for herself from her style of teaching history lessons to the students. The class was always boring, even though she seems to know much of history. She always did a good job teaching it to the student in the most uninteresting way. But somehow the atmosphere seems different, it has been right from the moment the newcomer stepped into the school premises.

Yes! Today we will dig further to learn more about the wolves, “she said in a relaxed tone.”

She had begun to replicate all those boringness that comes handy during her lecture periods which almost sounds like a sermon every time, surprisingly Amy wasn’t sleepy, unlike other days when she would have dozed off only to be awoken when the lecture ends. The newcomer somehow had an influence on her, and she had noticed from the start how the newcomer had listened with unwavering attention while the history teacher continued with the day’s lesson.
Can you tell me about any incident that involves wolf attack, maybe a massacre or anything! She had pointed her index finger to an unsuspecting Amy who was lost in one those fancy imaginations lurking in that little head of hers. She jolted back into reality after she was tapped by her best friend, Olivia, she was seated directly behind her. She rose sluggishly and stares innocently at the history teacher and then at the white ceiling on the rooftop as she had heard none of the questions that were asked her but then Olivia whispered the question from behind.

“The Beaverly hill wood massacre,” Amy replied impulsively with utmost confidence which seems to dazzle the history teacher.

What nonsense? Out!........ I said Out!!!

Mrs. Jodiver finally lost her cool and was ready to make a scapegoat of a prominent figure among the students, Amy. She’s actually right ma, the newcomer muttered in a sharp but calm voice.

And you are?

The name is Tyler Frost, am new.

Obviously. I see, you probably don’t know who I am, Shall I introduce myself? Let me start by saying………Get out!!!

She bellowed pointing her finger towards the double exit door at the back of the classroom. Tyler need not be reminded that his presence is no longer desired, at least for that day. He rose gently to pack his bag pack then cast a quick glance at the furious Teacher whose face was astoundingly red as if competing with ripe tomatoes. The history lesson ended shortly after.

Gosh! I have my practice today. You know? One of the responsibilities of being a cheerleader, Amy said then winced at Tyler who returned her gesture with a captivating smile.

“We finish at seven,” see you tomorrow, she said as she walked on long strides before disappearing behind extensive blocks that lie ahead. Tyler headed for the main street with his newly acquired bike.

Written and compiled
By
@aduragbemi.

To be continued!

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Beautiful fiction story. Well written and articulated. It was such an interesting read. I love it.

Thanks @kweenbrand, am thrilled that you like it. The conclusion of the story has been posted but i think i can still pull some string to make it movie like; more like chapters. I would love to continue in this trend.

Thanks @kweenbrand, your comment mean a lot to me. I do hope we see often!

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