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All the man could think was to run.

Three months before October of 2008, this man had stumbled upon what was known as an Entrance. Without even realizing it, he had shown a terrible species what lay on the other side from their standpoint. Perhaps I am ahead of myself......I'll start at the beginning.
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The smell of fresh-cut grass wavered across a small city called Rosepetal City. So named because every year at the same time, three thousand roses began to shed four petals each, which drifted across the ground to give the landscape a spectacular view of reds, whites, yellows, all shades.......

Which were lost upon the man known to the city as David Schwartz. A man of many decents, he spoke with a slight mobster accent, and looked down on everything as a mere annoyance. Today, his escapades took him across the city, strolling at his leisure through petals and walkways, through parks and alleys as though they were merely bumps in the road of his life.

David wore black slacks and a crisp blue shirt, clicking as he walked with pointed-toe shoes that were shined to a near-blinding level. He scoffed at children playing in the street, thinking it a waste of time to be spending one's afternoon trying to get an oval ball to the other end of the street.

He was also a very good hider. David was not his real name, simply a cover. Within the last month, he reflected, he had taken the lives of no less than 14 children and 12 men that were stupid enough to get in the way of his wants. In this case, the umpteen women he had forcibly had his way with.

He sighed, thinking it a shame he had to hide for so long, but it would all be worth it at the end of the month, October. He kicked up a pile of orange and yellow petals, spitting at the scattering ones. He was paying no attention to where he walked, simply that he walked was enough to clear his head.

He stopped suddenly, looking down an alley. At the end was an odd-colored orb, a thick blue orb with gold seemingly shining in it's center, punctuated only in the middle of the gold by a black hole no larger than a pinprick. He crossed the street, nevermind the cars that honked at him. As he reached the entrance to the alley, the orb suddenly seemed to close up. The top and bottom rapidly seemed to sink into shadows, as an eye blinking, and then were no more. He scoffed, cheated of his intended steal. He was about to turn back when a much larger orb stared down at him from above, this one with an unsightly black slit running down the length of it, like a snake's eyes. He reached up to touch it, but it too blinked and vanished.

He scoffed, once more cheated, and turned to walk out into the street....when his clicking heels suddenly only met some wet walkway. He blinked, unsure what he was seeing. He was standing in some sort of alley-entrance, sure, but he looked out and saw nothing that resembled the street he had been on. Rather, gold bricks shone under his feet, coated in an inch-thick layer of some red and black grime, sticky under his shined shoes. He growled, merely counting it as a disturbance to his neat clothes. He walked out, looking left and right for an exit to this odd place, but saw nothing but large buildings to his left and an ocean to his right.

The ocean was not the normal color, so he decided to take a quick look. He walked over across the sticky, red-slimed bricks, not caring about the shine, simply that his shoes were getting dirty. He walked right to the edge of the ocean, and finaly realized he was staring at red: a vast expanse of literal red sea, rippling and shimmering in his sight. He looked down and picked up a sticky rock, oddly shaped, and tossed it into the water. it sunk rather well, and the redness did not dim, but seemed to darken as it swirled.

David sighed, knowing he was going to be late to his appointment, and turned around, walking towards the buildings. He frowned, not recognizing the architecture. The building seemed oddly clumped together, and as he got closer he could sense and see more of them: Black stitching running up the walls, the way the clumps seemed to glisten off the surface. As he got close to one, he shuddered: some fool had decorated his house with something that looked like bones. The clumps were red, like chunks of raw meat, the bones sticking out like someone with a bad fracture.

It suddenly dawned on David that he wanted nothing more than to leave this dreaded place, and swiftly walked toward the other buildings, hoping his familiar street would be right behind, where he could walk along to a bar, take some Samuel Adams, and forget all this. He passed another gruesome bone-and-meat house when a slight tearing could be heard. He glaced back, and some sort of thick red needle could be seen dragging downwards along the center of the house, cutting through the meat so easily he could not think at first. He stood there, mouth agape, watching as the wall was easily cut by this red needle, and then watched as four more came out, all attatched to a hand....a hand with five very long, very sharp thick red needles in place of the ending half of their fingers.

He turned and ran. Ran as fast as he could, not wanting to see the owner of that hand. As he ran, more needles protruded from the buildings all around him. He suddenly faced a wall of them, all with red needles sticking out, cutting an opening in the meat. For once, his mind suddenly took an insane leap and he muttered, "By god, they're clawing out of PEOPLE!" A simple sentence that clanged in his hollow, evil soul, as the hands ripped from the masses of meat and bone, which David now recognized as humans, turned inside out in some way and then stretched open to the shape of a crude house.

The hands were connected to arms, arms coated in thick red goo, (('blood', he thought, 'the streets and sea and houses and arms and hands are coated and filled with BLOOD!')) which in turn connected to torsos now freeing themselves from the structures. The torso was fine until the midsection uncovered itself. A huge gash had been cut into it, the skin peeled right back and held in place with (('bones')) thin needles, exposing the creature's hollow insides. No heart or liver or any recognizable organs, simply a hollow with a pulsing sac in the middle (('The stomach, the stomach, by god, these things EAT!')) of the muscular lump. And then the head emerged, a ghastly sight, one that made David's scream catch in his throat. The head was a human's, but the entire lower half was hidden in huge, red shark-tooth-like protrusions, long and unnerving, seeming to jut randomly as though the creature had chomped down on a mouthful of red needles and gotten them stuck facing outwards. The eyes were the same unnerving orbs David had seen: Large, blue, almost glass-looking spheres interrupted in the center by a circle of bright yellow, punctuated by a small black dot in the middle.

The eyes gave off no light or warmth, no shine, no indication of a living thing. The creature moved out of it's house of flesh and blood and bone, gazing at Dave. Finally, the move moved slightly, too slight to be perceived, but the teeth seemed to wave as it spoke. It's voice was harsh and rasp, like a snake on sandpaper. "Hello, David...." the creature said, making said human cringe. "We've been expecting you.....we were wondering when you'd come to usss...."

David stood there, awestruck as even more creatures moved out of the masses of bodies, their lower bodies nothing but green, blackened, bloody messes that looked like scales and some sort of torn flesh. Their feet were horrible, disfigured, rootlike appendages with yellow claws in place of toes, which thudded down as they walked slowly, menacingly towards him, their needle-filled mouth stretched tight in horrible grins, their lifeless eyes staring at him. "Who....who are you creatures?" David whispered as the first got within arm's length of him.

The creatures stopped, chuckling, their laughter horrible. The closest one leaned forward, mouth close to David's ear. "We.....are.....the Fateless." he whispered.

David turned away and ran, comming back to the beginning of our gruesome tale. He ran between buildings, with more and more of the bloody creatures tearing themselves from their now-pulsating houses of flesh and blood.

Running. He could think of nothing but to run. His shoes slipped on the stones and he fell many times, but he ran and ran and ran......

He suddenly ran right into a house, and when he emerged he held up his hand at the blinding sunset. In the Fateless' world, the sky had been deep, darkened red. Now he shielded his eyes against the normal, Earth-bound sun, orange as it was setting. He raced out gratefully to the empty road, laughing hystericall, finally free.....

When a bloody, needle-clawed hand grabbed his shoulder, yanking him backwards into an alley of lifeless eyes, needle-filled mouths.....and laughter of his victims, all screaming, all laughing as his yell was cut short......

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Epilogue.

John Baker pulled his police-commisioned car into the street with ten other cars. People had called, saying they had heard horrible screams issuing from an alley, as though several people were being attacked by some ruthless animal. John, or "John 1" as he was called, due to there being another John, looked into the alley, trying not to retch. A pile of tattered clothes lay in a puddle of red and black grime, torn to bits, some of the wearer still clinging to the ungodly mess. He sighed, turning back to his car, knowing he and John 2 had some work to do. He heard a slight chuckle, turning back. Seeing no one, he entered his car, put it in drive, and left. The clothes were worn by some guy the police had been tracking for years!

He sighed, clicking on his radio. "Tenth time this week we've had some prison-bound guy show up as a pile of meat in an alley." he muttered as though it were nothing, and drove back to the station, a warm cup of coffee waiting on his desk.

Description
All the man could think was to run.

Three months before October of 2008, this man had stumbled upon what was known as an Entrance. Without even realizing it, he had shown a terrible species what lay on the other side from their standpoint. Perhaps I am ahead of myself......I'll start at the beginning.
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The smell of fresh-cut grass wavered across a small city called Rosepetal City. So named because every year at the same time, three thousand roses began to shed four petals each, which drifted across the ground to give the landscape a spectacular view of reds, whites, yellows, all shades.......

Which were lost upon the man known to the city as David Schwartz. A man of many decents, he spoke with a slight mobster accent, and looked down on everything as a mere annoyance. Today, his escapades took him across the city, strolling at his leisure through petals and walkways, through parks and alleys as though they were merely bumps in the road of his life.

David wore black slacks and a crisp blue shirt, clicking as he walked with pointed-toe shoes that were shined to a near-blinding level. He scoffed at children playing in the street, thinking it a waste of time to be spending one's afternoon trying to get an oval ball to the other end of the street.

He was also a very good hider. David was not his real name, simply a cover. Within the last month, he reflected, he had taken the lives of no less than 14 children and 12 men that were stupid enough to get in the way of his wants. In this case, the umpteen women he had forcibly had his way with.

He sighed, thinking it a shame he had to hide for so long, but it would all be worth it at the end of the month, October. He kicked up a pile of orange and yellow petals, spitting at the scattering ones. He was paying no attention to where he walked, simply that he walked was enough to clear his head.

He stopped suddenly, looking down an alley. At the end was an odd-colored orb, a thick blue orb with gold seemingly shining in it's center, punctuated only in the middle of the gold by a black hole no larger than a pinprick. He crossed the street, nevermind the cars that honked at him. As he reached the entrance to the alley, the orb suddenly seemed to close up. The top and bottom rapidly seemed to sink into shadows, as an eye blinking, and then were no more. He scoffed, cheated of his intended steal. He was about to turn back when a much larger orb stared down at him from above, this one with an unsightly black slit running down the length of it, like a snake's eyes. He reached up to touch it, but it too blinked and vanished.

He scoffed, once more cheated, and turned to walk out into the street....when his clicking heels suddenly only met some wet walkway. He blinked, unsure what he was seeing. He was standing in some sort of alley-entrance, sure, but he looked out and saw nothing that resembled the street he had been on. Rather, gold bricks shone under his feet, coated in an inch-thick layer of some red and black grime, sticky under his shined shoes. He growled, merely counting it as a disturbance to his neat clothes. He walked out, looking left and right for an exit to this odd place, but saw nothing but large buildings to his left and an ocean to his right.

The ocean was not the normal color, so he decided to take a quick look. He walked over across the sticky, red-slimed bricks, not caring about the shine, simply that his shoes were getting dirty. He walked right to the edge of the ocean, and finaly realized he was staring at red: a vast expanse of literal red sea, rippling and shimmering in his sight. He looked down and picked up a sticky rock, oddly shaped, and tossed it into the water. it sunk rather well, and the redness did not dim, but seemed to darken as it swirled.

David sighed, knowing he was going to be late to his appointment, and turned around, walking towards the buildings. He frowned, not recognizing the architecture. The building seemed oddly clumped together, and as he got closer he could sense and see more of them: Black stitching running up the walls, the way the clumps seemed to glisten off the surface. As he got close to one, he shuddered: some fool had decorated his house with something that looked like bones. The clumps were red, like chunks of raw meat, the bones sticking out like someone with a bad fracture.

It suddenly dawned on David that he wanted nothing more than to leave this dreaded place, and swiftly walked toward the other buildings, hoping his familiar street would be right behind, where he could walk along to a bar, take some Samuel Adams, and forget all this. He passed another gruesome bone-and-meat house when a slight tearing could be heard. He glaced back, and some sort of thick red needle could be seen dragging downwards along the center of the house, cutting through the meat so easily he could not think at first. He stood there, mouth agape, watching as the wall was easily cut by this red needle, and then watched as four more came out, all attatched to a hand....a hand with five very long, very sharp thick red needles in place of the ending half of their fingers.

He turned and ran. Ran as fast as he could, not wanting to see the owner of that hand. As he ran, more needles protruded from the buildings all around him. He suddenly faced a wall of them, all with red needles sticking out, cutting an opening in the meat. For once, his mind suddenly took an insane leap and he muttered, "By god, they're clawing out of PEOPLE!" A simple sentence that clanged in his hollow, evil soul, as the hands ripped from the masses of meat and bone, which David now recognized as humans, turned inside out in some way and then stretched open to the shape of a crude house.

The hands were connected to arms, arms coated in thick red goo, (('blood', he thought, 'the streets and sea and houses and arms and hands are coated and filled with BLOOD!')) which in turn connected to torsos now freeing themselves from the structures. The torso was fine until the midsection uncovered itself. A huge gash had been cut into it, the skin peeled right back and held in place with (('bones')) thin needles, exposing the creature's hollow insides. No heart or liver or any recognizable organs, simply a hollow with a pulsing sac in the middle (('The stomach, the stomach, by god, these things EAT!')) of the muscular lump. And then the head emerged, a ghastly sight, one that made David's scream catch in his throat. The head was a human's, but the entire lower half was hidden in huge, red shark-tooth-like protrusions, long and unnerving, seeming to jut randomly as though the creature had chomped down on a mouthful of red needles and gotten them stuck facing outwards. The eyes were the same unnerving orbs David had seen: Large, blue, almost glass-looking spheres interrupted in the center by a circle of bright yellow, punctuated by a small black dot in the middle.

The eyes gave off no light or warmth, no shine, no indication of a living thing. The creature moved out of it's house of flesh and blood and bone, gazing at Dave. Finally, the move moved slightly, too slight to be perceived, but the teeth seemed to wave as it spoke. It's voice was harsh and rasp, like a snake on sandpaper. "Hello, David...." the creature said, making said human cringe. "We've been expecting you.....we were wondering when you'd come to usss...."

David stood there, awestruck as even more creatures moved out of the masses of bodies, their lower bodies nothing but green, blackened, bloody messes that looked like scales and some sort of torn flesh. Their feet were horrible, disfigured, rootlike appendages with yellow claws in place of toes, which thudded down as they walked slowly, menacingly towards him, their needle-filled mouth stretched tight in horrible grins, their lifeless eyes staring at him. "Who....who are you creatures?" David whispered as the first got within arm's length of him.

The creatures stopped, chuckling, their laughter horrible. The closest one leaned forward, mouth close to David's ear. "We.....are.....the Fateless." he whispered.

David turned away and ran, comming back to the beginning of our gruesome tale. He ran between buildings, with more and more of the bloody creatures tearing themselves from their now-pulsating houses of flesh and blood.

Running. He could think of nothing but to run. His shoes slipped on the stones and he fell many times, but he ran and ran and ran......

He suddenly ran right into a house, and when he emerged he held up his hand at the blinding sunset. In the Fateless' world, the sky had been deep, darkened red. Now he shielded his eyes against the normal, Earth-bound sun, orange as it was setting. He raced out gratefully to the empty road, laughing hystericall, finally free.....

When a bloody, needle-clawed hand grabbed his shoulder, yanking him backwards into an alley of lifeless eyes, needle-filled mouths.....and laughter of his victims, all screaming, all laughing as his yell was cut short......

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Epilogue.

John Baker pulled his police-commisioned car into the street with ten other cars. People had called, saying they had heard horrible screams issuing from an alley, as though several people were being attacked by some ruthless animal. John, or "John 1" as he was called, due to there being another John, looked into the alley, trying not to retch. A pile of tattered clothes lay in a puddle of red and black grime, torn to bits, some of the wearer still clinging to the ungodly mess. He sighed, turning back to his car, knowing he and John 2 had some work to do. He heard a slight chuckle, turning back. Seeing no one, he entered his car, put it in drive, and left. The clothes were worn by some guy the police had been tracking for years!

He sighed, clicking on his radio. "Tenth time this week we've had some prison-bound guy show up as a pile of meat in an alley." he muttered as though it were nothing, and drove back to the station, a warm cup of coffee waiting on his desk.