The Horrors of Humanity

The Horrors of Humanity

by Grace Morrison-Wesley

Silence, eerie silence. Everything seemed still on this cool, foggy, autumn night. I could hear my heartbeat and footsteps practically echoing through the forest, traveling through the brisk air. My ears were tightly tucked back from the cold, pressed against my head. My long, silver hair was flowing behind me, tail swishing in the wind. The sky was oddly clear, other than the low fog that obstructed my vision. It was always raining or cloudy in this part of the forest.

I saw a bright flash of light run past me, narrowly avoiding my tail. Hearing their footsteps approach, I ran faster. I couldn’t let them catch me. I had to warn the rest of my kind. We were strong, brave, and courageous but the monsters caught us by surprise. They had strength in numbers. Billions of them roamed the earth, however, they were rather small and weak. They took their time, tearing each other down instead of working together and that stopped them from being any sort of threat for millenniums. They have proved that times are changing or that they simply grew tired of their peers’ blood.

They had come to my village, at least a hundred of them, sealing all the exits and burning it down. Only about two dozen of us escaped. We had moved out of our primitive ways and settled into small towns eons ago and became peaceful creatures, still capable of fighting, yet we chose not to.

I escaped with my older brother before they caught him and killed him, forcing me to watch him die in my arms. He was coughing up blood while telling me to run from them. “Warn the others. Tell them to be prepared to fight back.”

I howled in anguish, remembering his death as I heard the footsteps getting louder. I had to run faster. I had to warn the others. I had been running for weeks on end without rest, and it was starting to take its toll on me. My stamina, as high as it was, was quickly disappearing. I was tired, hungry, and I desperately needed a rest. It was almost as if my soul was leaving my body. I was thrown into a coughing fit, trying to get enough air into my lungs.

The footsteps were getting louder as they slowly closed the space between us. I couldn’t run any farther, collapsing from exhaustion. I heard a voice.

“Looks like we found her, haven’t we boys.”

“No! Please… No. I haven’t done anything. We haven’t done anything,” I coughed out, tears pouring from my eyes. “Please, I don’t want to die.”

“Lookie Lookie What do we have here,” a monster said. “An idiotic werewolf trying to run. You can’t run forever, you have to pay.”

“For what?” I croaked. “What have and the rest of us done for this massacre of our kind?”

“What have you done?” The monster looked as if he was confused about what I didn’t understand. “Why you exist, of course! We humans have gotten bored of deer, we now hunt werewolves,” he told me before giving me a most sinister grin that would scare the Vampire King himself. “However, I have now said too much. Are you ready to die?”

“Please just let me say my last words. If you must kill me, just leave my kind alone. We have done nothing. NOTHING! –To you or your kind,” I pleaded. “Let the last words of Destiny Howls touch your souls.”

“Well Destiny,” the monster growled. “Those are powerful last words to waste on deaf ears.”

I let out one last howl. One that shook the heavens, hell, and the earth itself. A warning to the supernatural spirits and demons of this world, werewolves and vampires alike. A warning to fight the ones we thought were harmless, for the humans were cruel and would stop at nothing to kill us and wipe us off the earth. Fight back, for a war against the humans had begun. And with that, the humans shot me several times through the heart, killing me.

As the world went dark, I smiled, for I would be avenged.

Grace Morrison-Wesley is 12 years old and in the 7th grade. She goes to J.R Masterman and her favorite subject is art. Grace spends most her free time drawing and reading. Her favorite book series include Harry Potter, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Heroes of Olympus, and The Hunger Games. When she grows up Grace wants to be a veterinarian or an artist.