We were born different.
When you're little, it only shows up occasionally. A fall that should've broken bones, cuts that heal within a day, you're never sick, and your imaginary friend makes a real impact on your life.
Parents don't question it, not if they're smart. It was a miracle you lived through that crash, or that you could hold your breath that long... Nothing more.
It's when you get older, is when it gets worse.
Children go through phases, when you're little, you're afraid of the dark. Every child sees monsters with wicked yellow eyes, and claws. They cry and the parents flick on the lights and you're safe. After a certain amount of time, you grow out of it, the darkness is nothing to be afraid of, those monsters weren't real and your well on your way to becoming an adult.
Expect for a few of us, those monsters don't disappear.
The darkness stays forbidding, and those yellow eyes, you can feel them as you sleep, gazing at you with childish fascination. Only they're not on you, they're not interested in you.
They're interested in your heart.
Each night they inch a little closer, and each night you find yourself burying your head deeper under the covers. An unexplained fear of nothing, it's not real right? That tingling on your back, that twisting knot in your stomach is just nerves.
One night you'll dare to look, to peek your head out from under those covers, to see what is making your body turn unnaturally cold. Human curiosity of the unknown, you just have to know what's there, compelled to finally face what you've feared for so long.
* * *
"A train derailed today at 7:06 PM, it is believed that 52 people died in the crash when the conductor suffered a heart attack and lost control of the..."
That was the first of many 'accidents'.
Unexplained heart attacks, and while some were affecting the elderly...
The doctors didn't know what to do with the increasingly number of children suffering the same fate. What puzzled them further, was the evidence that the heart had bruising on it making it appear as if something had tried to tear the heart out.
Then came the first murder.
A young woman, a tourist to the country Japan, was found dead in her hotel room. Her heart missing from her chest...
Sara Bailey was the first victim of a serial killer, someone people deemed to have extreme psychological problems.
It is becoming apparent to children and a select group of people, that she was not the victim of a murderer, but the first casualty of a war.
* * *
Figments of imagination, a passing shadow in the corner of your eye, something unexplainable... A promise was made to them that predates our very existence, a promise that will guarantee the destruction of the human civilization, and a reign of darkness that will consume the very thing that gives Humanity its power.
The debt was 10 000.
Now it's 9999.
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