Blood

I am different from everyone else. I can run faster than any human ever could dream of. I am stronger than anyone else but don’t look it ...oh and I have wings. As far as I know, I am the only one who can do things like that. These talents are probably the only reason that I am alive right now. Most children die by the time they are ten. That is when they are usually large enough to be eaten by a blood.

Bloods are the predators of humans. They are shape shifting, bloodthirsty creatures that feast on human flesh and blood (although they will go for an animal occasionally if they cannot find any humans). In their true form a blood is about eight feet tall, covered in thick armour like fur and has four paws that each has five claws that are an inch long each. They have long, thick tails that could rip apart limbs. Their bear like heads have small red eyes and several rows of razor sharp teeth just waiting for something to tear into. Their bodies look similar to that of a giant, bloodthirsty river otters. The bloods usually keep themselves disguised as something/someone else until the exact moment before they feed. They can shape shift into anything they want to.

I am going to tell you about their feeding habits before I move on. I will tell you about that because it is important, vital even. So please pay attention when I say this. Each blood gets a (random) target. They will hunt down this target until they find it and eat it. They will eat anyone that gets close to them or in the way of their hunt. Once they eat their former target they get a new one and continue to hunt. I know what you are thinking. What if the target escapes? Well if the target escapes the blood will continue to hunt it down until either one of three things happens. One: the target dies, Two: the blood dies, or Three: the blood finds and eats the human target.

Here is the answer to another question that might be nagging at you. How does a blood die? Well. The only way for a blood to die is to kill it. This makes things difficult. But there is some good news. Bloods will turn cannibal when they see another blood (most of the time).

My name is Zaia Bailey, I am fifteen years old and I am on a mission. I am trying to make our world a safer place. I am trying to save us all from the bloods. But there is a problem. Because I am so good at escaping and even killing the bloods, I happen to be a target to a lot of the bloods. I have many encounters with them daily and too many of these encounters just happen to be near death. So I have to be on guard at all times. But one day I might not be ready. I cannot trust anyone in fear that they might be a blood. What if I let my guard down? What if I let someone in?

Everything started out normal. It was a Monday morning and seemingly no different from usual. Well as normal as any day can be when there is flesh eating bloods out to get you everywhere you went. I got up, prepared for school and waited for my dad to wake up so he could drive me to school. I jumped when I heard a loud BANG! That shook the house. The bang was followed by a shout. My father came thundering down the hall. This is when normal ends. His face was red and I swear I could see steam coming out of his ears.

"Zaia! How could you have done this to me?!" I had no time to be confused. I was knocked across the room before I could even start to think. I landed with a thunk on the floor in a far corner. My father was looming over me. He was changing. His normally blue eyes had turned to an angry red and he was getting larger. When I saw the teeth I was horrified. My father was turning into a blood! His tail was just as long as his huge body and every bit as dangerous. He lifted one of his huge claw laden paws to swipe at me.

I gathered my scattered wits and ducked out from the corner and raced out of the house. I had no time to grab my stuff. I ran hurriedly down the roads that twisted and turned like mazes. I stopped once I got to a grassy patch that was far enough away. I stopped to catch my breath and regain some energy. I groaned and collapsed in the grass to rest. I had been sleeping for about twenty minutes when I heard it.
"Young lady? Are you alright?"

"Wha...?" I peeked open my eyes. It was an old lady, nothing to worry about "I’m....Fine thanks. Thank you for waking me, I had better be getting to school now. Bye." I got to my feet and stepped around her. I hated being so jumpy and suspicious but I could not trust anyone. That was a lesson I had learned over and over again. "Leave?" Her voice was no longer that of a concerned old woman. It was more of a snarl. Just like that I was on the run again. This time I knew that there were several bloods after me. I could hear them pounding after me.

I ran through the road knowing that other people would be running there like they always do when there are bloods nearby. I hate crowds but in this world running in a crowd was always safer. Bloods liked to pick off stragglers and those alone (it is a cruel but effective method). I had to run. I loped through the streets looking for a place safe enough to hide in. Then I saw them. Busses! I just might survive if I got on one of those! There were about five yellow school busses in a line driving toward my school (and away from the bloods). I had to hurry if I wanted to get on one of them. Being faster than anyone else gave me an advantage. I had a much better chance at getting to a moving bus than anyone else did. I caught up to the third one and grabbed the handle to the door and held on. I lifted my feet from the ground and clung to the bus as it barrelled down the now emptying road.

The only way to guarantee my safety was to actually get in the bus so I started to pound on the door (leaving behind several large dents in the metal). I could not get it open. I yanked on the door as hard as I could without falling off but it would not open. I had to hold on tight and hope the bloods would not transform into something fast to get me. I saw it coming not two seconds after that thought. It looked like some kind of giant eagle speeding straight towards me. I started to pound on the door again. "Help! It’s after me! Please! Let me in!" I was frantically screaming as I pounded on the bus door. The eagle was getting closer.

The bus doors suddenly opened and a hand yanked me inside just as the huge bird was about to have me in its talons. I landed on top of my saviour in the aisle. "Thanks." I breathed once the bus door closed once again. "Are you all right?" He asked. "I guess." I replied as I rolled off of him and stood up. It was Chase Marcson from school. He was the one who had saved me. That meant that I was on the right bus. "Come on, let’s sit." He motioned for me to sit on an empty bus seat. I slid into the window seat and Chase sat down beside me.

"That was a pretty big chase going on back there. You must have had about twenty bloods on your tail. What did you do to get that many after you?" I looked away from him. "I ...survive....I also... kill a lot of their kind. They don’t like it......My father might be one of them. A blood." That was the first time I said it out loud. I did not even know why I was saying this but I had to. It felt like I had to tell him, it was important. Well, shoot! I thought. That means that I will have to tell him about my talents as well.

Chase let out a low whistle at the end of my tale. "How can you say your father might be a blood? From what I hear it sounds like he is." I looked down.
"There is the possibility that he was still asleep or out somewhere while there was a blood impersonating him." "Oh."
The rest of the ride was spent in silence. Neither of us had anything to say. The bus stopped in front of the school. "I am a half-blood too." Chase whispered into my ear before disappearing off of the bus.