Devil's Tongue

Bad things come, bad things go, but watch out for the plague known as the Devil's Tongue.

  They stayed in a small, remote cabin in the thick trees of the woods. Each of them there for one reason and one reason only, to escape. There were four of them, each lost inside. Derek, Daniel, Denis, and Danny, were their names.  

Derek and Dan, were 17 years old, and had jobs. While Denis and Danny on the other had, those two were a different story. Derek and Dan were almost always gone, leaving their younger comrades by themselves. 

Denis used to go to school, but to maintain his hiding place, among the these wood's hooligans, he no longer did so. Nor did this small gang have the money to pay for it. Denis wasn't bored during the day though, there was plenty to do, at least he thought.

Danny, unlike the others, had a passion, that helped her spend her time, hence she could not return to the classes at her school either. What she did, while Denis search the book shelves aimlessly looking for something he hasn't already read, she drew. Pictures of flowers, animals, anything she could think of really,

Even though Denis was mostly bored of the cabin, he stayed. Pointless yes, but it is cold out. So at least I have a roof over my head, He reminded himself countless time.

Other than countless arguments and cold remarks, these four friends were happy. They were safe, among the woods, and they were happy with the company of each other. Derek and Dan managed to make enough money to get enough money to feed the house. 

All was good...until one fateful night, a night of regret, a night of fear. Derek was already back, and they three were waiting for the return of Dan, so they could play a board game together.

Around that time, Danny had fallen ill, and Denis being the worried wimp that he is, was concerned. Dany was always coughing, and her face was tinted blue and purple, like she had a bruise. Derek had told him, "It's probably a cold..?" But that didn't help Denis' anxious state.

Denis was laying in his room, reading a book he had read over five times, when he heard an odd sound. It sound like the creaking of those old doors, in that old house. He looked up from the pages to see his door wide open, when he was sure he had closed it.

Denis rose to his feet cautiously, and meandered into the makeshift living room. As he turned the corner into the hallway, he heard a soft sob, and coughing. Denis felt transed by the sound of sorrow; he followed it blindly. 

He stalked by the couch, which held a violently coughing Danny, her face was blue and it was clear to see she couldn't breathe, but Denis walked right past her.

"D-Denis-" she managed to cough out, but alas, he ignored her and she was left choking on her own blood.

Denis followed the sobbing, and found his way into the kitchen. There before him stood a translucent little girl with a smile on her little face. Once Denis had stepped through the doorway the girl giggled.

"Welcome, to your doom..." she whispered. The girl turned around and ran to a door which lead to the woods that surrounded the house. "The octopus is mad, for you have settled on his land. Polluting it with your filthy selves, and as punishment, tonight, he shall feast on your flesh!" She screeched, ripping open the door. At that moment, large, mutated tentacles wiggled their way through the door. 

The girl had disappeared a second later, and the tentacles tried their hardest to reach into the kitchen of that small house. Denis stood their paralyzed, a tentacle managed to wrap around Denis' leg.

Denis screamed as it yanked him through the air, and out of the house. what a horrid fate, to be stolen away like this. He thought for he knew death was near. As he was pulled away, he felt helpless flying through the misty air.

Denis looked down at his feet, and he saw the nearing of a swamp. He could faintly see the glow of two yellow eyes through the murky waters. Denis prayed for his life, and began to cry like a child.

As if his prays had been answered, the glimmer of a blade became visible. It came from near nowhere, it chopped down on the tentacle that held Denis captive, slicing it in two.

Denis instantly fell, tumbling down the hill that lay under him. He just barely able to stop himself before he fell into the murky waters of the swamp. Denis held his breath.

Through the water he saw the yellow eyes. For a moment or two, Denis found himself staring into the menacing eyes which belonged to the creature that shall bring his doom. Sure enough, the octopus reached out ready to take Denis' life.

In what Denis thought were his dying moments, he heard a voice whisper in his ear, "It isn't over yet,". He felt a hand on his shoulder and he was thrown back. He shielded his head as he crashed into a rock behind him.

The blade of the knife that had cut him free became visible in the dim moonlight, it flew through the air and landed on one of the beat's tentacles, cutting it in two once more. Denis heard the striking of a match, and though his vision was blurry, he saw a small flame. It was held up by a pale arm, covered with stitches and cut marks. The light from the flame scared the mutated octopus and made it flee to the other side of the swamp. 

The pale scarred hand that held the match held the flame high. Though he couldn't see much, Denis heard the sound of something landing in the lake. The scarred arm slowly inched closer to the water, the burning match still in hand. It dropped the match in the water, and immediately the swamp erupted into fire.

Denis' vision had cleared by now, and he could see who had swung the knife, and now, he who had set the swamp on fire. It was a boy around his age, covered head to toe with stitches and knife scars. Dirty-blonde hair, green-dark green scarf covering his mouth, a blazing green gaze, and a determined look on his face.

He reached out his hand to Denis and said, "come on, that won't hold it for long, we have to go." 

Denis hesitantly took the hand, he could feel the crevice of each dent in the boy's hand. The hand was rough, and cold, despite looking rather burned. 

"Wait a minute," Denis started, but the boy quickly ran of.

"Follow me!" The scarred boy shouted after him.

"Hey wait..!" Denis gave chase, trying to catch up to the boy. 

The scarred boy ran past Denis' old home, which was now engulfed in flames. Denis stopped to look at it, feeling a deep dread of nostalgia, when he heard the sound of someone coughing horsley. Danny's still in there!

Denis ran to the burning building, but felt once more, a cold hand on his shoulder. It held him back.

"Let go, I have to help her!" he shouted behind him to the scarred boy. He let go, but grabbed Denis' hand. "wait a minute," he reached his free hand to his face and removed his scarf, revealing a frown of sorrow with sharp edges cut into it. "Take this, or you won't be able to breathe, please." 

The green gaze cut into Denis as he took the scarf, and headed into the house. He wrapped it around his face and looked back. The scarred boy's sorrow was all he saw.

Denis did his best to avoid the fallen planks of wood, which burned violently. Follow the sound of crying, the sound of crying! Denis reminded himself. What if Derek's still here too? Denis did his best to focus on the sound of sobbing, though his mind was open, and he felt adrenaline pulsing through his veins.

When he reached the demolished, burning room, he found Danny crying, as well as coughing up some liquid he couldn't quite make out the color of. 

"Danny!" Denis couldn't help but shout when he saw her. He jumped over the burning couch and collected Danny in his arms. Danny through her arms around Denis' neck, and sobbed into his shoulder.

Suddenly the building began collapsing in on itself. Denis ran as wooden planks fell down and roof shafts rained. When Denis felt the soft slices of the grass below his feet, he fell to his knees. He heard the sound of the house caving in, and gently set Danny down. 

"You, came, back?" she said through tears of pain. 

"of course, your my friend." Denis said, removing the scarf from his face and gasping for air. Just then Danny began coughing up the liquid she had coughed up inside the burning building, blood.

Denis, beginning to panic, helped Danny up to her feet, and the two walked to the road side. Once they reached the sidewalk Danny's hand was filled with her own blood. 

"We need to get you to a hospital!" 

"That won't help the matter,"  a quiet voice said behind them. Denis turned slowly to see the scarred boy.

"how do you know?" Denis challenged. 

The scarred boy sighed, and the deep sorrow in his blue eyes grew deeper, he looked as if he was going to cry. 

"The same thing happened," he pause, wiping tears from his eyes, "to my older brother, the hospital wont help, it'll make it worse." He said.

"How can we trust-" Danny coughed, "How can we trust you? what's even your name?" 

The boy paused, "call me Stitches. Stitches is my name." He said quickly. "anyway, no medicine will cure the Devil's Tongue."

"The Devil's Tongue?" Denis asked.

"It's what I call it." Stitches explained.

"Why?" Danny asked.

"Because, as soon as you hear his voice, it's already to late, you are a pawn of the devil himself." Stitches said.

Author's Note

Maybe I'll make a Part 2, I feel like I left it at a cliff-hanger.
Sorry if the grammars bad, I'm a bad writer.

Reviews

[Carmen Williams]

Part two!!! Definitely. I love this, and I think you should write more to it.

[Royal Borealis]

I asked you to read this about two weeks ago Theyna, welp at least you got to it eventually. :)

[Carmen Williams]

Hey, I did read it two weeks ago, I just commented yesterday :p

[Royal Borealis]

Wow, Theyna, *clapping unimpressed*

[Carmen Williams]

Thank you, thank you *bows*

[Royal Borealis]

I'm going home *leaves*

[Carmen Williams]

*follows* I alwayz watching...

[Royal Borealis]

What are you? The Watcher?

[Carmen Williams]

Ha, no. Just creepy stalker Theyna XD

[Wyrn Tiger]

Story about choices? Mabie not a part two