In the coldest part of Canada, the middle of nowhere as you like to call it, you live with your family and a few friends. Not a lot of people live in the town, it's barely large enough to make a city with around 1000 people tops, and it’s far too small to make any mark on a map. It's biggest attraction, ice fishing, and we know how many people love to do that. Exactly, not that many. You get about 30 tourists a year and not many people move here because of the temperature. It could be winter all year round as there is always snow on the ground, but you get used to that after a while of living there. Time to bundle up and keep warm for the whole year, and make sure the thing from hell doesn’t devour you.
The ‘thing’ is a beast that you’ve tried to figure out where it’s from, but you can only come up with irrational answers such as hell. It is the most disturbing thing, eight claws, and huge wide eyes and is completely white from head to foot. Is it an animal, or maybe a human that has stumbled into toxic waste? What is it really, and will you ever actually find out before it devours you mentally first and then physically. When the ‘thing’ hunts you down, it stings you, *****s you even, leaving a small green mark where it punctured. You figure out that the thing only feeds in the coldest temperatures and only feeds on youth. It gets into your mind and into your dreams. You wonder, why didn’t it just eat me? Then you start thinking crazy things, and start having terrifying nightmares of the ‘thing’ chasing you and hunting you down. The dreams aren’t even the worst part; the worst part is that unlike ordinary dreams, you can feel the pain that it causes you. If the monster devours you in the dream, there probably aren’t chances of you ever waking up again.
There has got to be a way to kill the ‘thing’ and you have to figure it out before your time is up, or else it will keep feeding on kids in the area, making them disappear without a trace. Time is running out and there has got to be a way you believe to rid yourself of this beast. Can you figure out how to get rid of the beast? Or will you be eaten by it when your time runs out?
Physical description (Can use photobucket):
Physical description (Can use photobucket):
Dark black hair, blue eyes, and pale faced. About average height and lean.
Strengths 3: competitive, determined, creative
Weaknesses 3+: doesn't know when to stop, naive, not people smart, destructive, dim witted
Other: Lives in a family of two, his mother and himself. His father died when he was four from cancer and he has one younger sister. He has an overprotective mother that is always calling to check up on him and his social life isn't very good because of it. His grades stay at around a B average even though he barely tries he still manages to get semi-good marks.
Sitting at his old, worn in desk with it's distinct graffiti and chiseled in sides, Myles tried to concentrate on what the teacher was explaining to them about trigonometry, some rule for angles maybe? He couldn't remember. As he watched out the window at the falling snow, he couldn't help but wonder if the bell would ever ring. That would be a good thing when it did, the downside would be he would have to trudge home in the snow. His mother wouldn't let him catch a ride with anyone anymore as the last time he did, the car he was in lost control and slid into a snow bank in a ditch and she found out about it right away, she even made him sit in the hospital room for three hours, even after they said he was fine. Here, when something happens, everyone knows pretty quick, the news of anything spreads like a contagious disease that you cannot avoid. Watching the clock tick away, he tapped nervously on his desk with his pencil, watching the seconds go by. It was merely three in the afternoon and it was already starting to get dark through the thick haze of snow he noted. Hopefully he could find someone to walk home with, maybe a close by neighbor. "So what's the answer Myles?"
He snapped back into reality as the stares of other students burned into his core.
"Uh...sorry sir, I don't know."
Snickers erupted in the room and he felt the heat creep to his face.
He always does that to me, but of course not to the other kids when they don't pay attention.
Myles opened his book to the right page and tried to pay attention to what the teacher was saying.
Is that a camera I see in the mirror or is it a clue hiding among pictures?
Secret Word: Waldo