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Creeping out of the shadows, Ronan trembled with fear, this was going to be the end of him, he was certain of that. Never had he been so scared, so petrified before, his ears were ringing like alarm bells, and his mind was wandering as obnoxious thoughts continuously clouded his head. For a fraction of a second, everything seemed to stop, it was as if time had just halted, but then, out of the corner of his bloodshot eyes, Ronan spotted a creature, but not just any creature, one of great might, and force. Standing tall on its’ hind legs, the creature sallied forward purposely, like it was about to grab Ronan by the legs and flip him upside, ready to gobble him up alive. But no, the ugly, hideous monster, took 4 steps then stopped, and stared, white mucus dripping from its jaws. Without saying a single word, Ronan, slowly and carefully edged backwards, moving just around an inch every 30 seconds. After about 5 minutes it could be seen the Ronan had made a substantial movement away from the creature, now standing a solid 19 inches away from the beast. Giving Ronan a very scornful look, the creature stared down at the foreign creature in both amazement and disgust, scoffing at the worthlessness of the human race. Unsure of what the intentions of this creature was, Ronan placed out his hand, hoping for the creature to understand the gesture and return it with his own hand, but instead it gripped Ronan’s hand at squizzed it till he could hear the cracking of bones. The monsters red slimy face was shielded by a dark mysterious shadow, one that seemed to follow the monster, everywhere he went. His body was covered in alien type material, unknown to Ronan, it seemed to look like leaves, but it was unclear, everything was unclear at this point.

Standing miserably on the cold sandstone path that surrounded the Mitchell Library, the white, mysterious glow of the moon shone down on Ronan Richardson’s back, as he stood there, waiting. The time was 11:57p.m., when the streets were deserted, and all you could hear was the odd car zooming past, the distinct sound echoing through the alleys and corridors between buildings. Looking at his pocket watch, Ronan continued forward purposefully, slowly, and gradually ascending the yellow stairs, to the grand entrance of this architectural masterpiece. With the solid wooden doors standing proud and tall in front of him, Ronan slowly edged the doors open, creeping inside, without setting off any unnecessary alarms. Inside the library, all he could see was the darkness of the library’s endless corridors and rooms. Looking around he spotted what he was looking for, a book the size of a fingernail was perfectly taped on the outer edge of a stair railing, guiding Ronan upstairs. Once he was on the second floor, he continued into the grand hall of the Mitchell Room, taking out book upon book upon book, until it was impossible to distinguish the floor from the endless pages. “It must be somewhere.” He muttered to himself, searching through pages rigorously. Suddenly he heard metal keys banging against each other. Rushing into the darkness of a ebony black shadow, he remained perfectly still, till he spotted, over on the other end, a headless man, with paws instead of hands, lurking through the corridor. Petrified, Ronan made a run for it, trying to make as less noise as possible. Escaping the Mitchell study room, Ronan’s heart was still pounding furiously, he was completely perplexed as to what he had seen. Obscure questions kept rolling into his head: was it real he thought to himself, was I hallucinating was another thought he contemplated. He pictured the endless rows of paintings and artifacts on display in the grand hall, the old books and the beautiful mosaics that lined the edges. He knew something was off, something was strange, but he couldn’t figure out what. Edging down the corridor, Ronan kept his eyes peeled for the strange man that was loitering around the library. Every time he would hear even a little screech, Ronan would jump up in fright, knowing this could be the end of him. But the creature never came, Ronan couldn’t spot it, wherever he went, it was like the monster that had disappeared into thin air.

Venus was now panting and gasping for air as he swayed from side to side in desperate hope of some water of food, anything that would keep him alive. He was considering eating a piece of his backpack if it went to the extreme level, but he reserved that urge for only life and death situations. At the moment he knew he could still last about a day more. As the day began to get even more hotter and the stench of Venus’s unwashed clothes became unbearable, the boy new that he could do nothing at this point in time. All he could do was pray. He collapsed to the floor, screaming in anguish and pain. Looking into the horizon all he could see were the endless plateaus and plans that lined the distance. Venus now sat cross-legged and digging through his backpack. Ever so often he would find the remains of a sandwich or some popcorn, which he stuffed down his throat. Venus was now really considering eating his backpack, when in the distance, he caught the sight of a man, or woman, he couldn’t tell. Now with a glimmer of hope, the boy stood up with his last amount of strength and walked closer and closer to the figure. As Venus approached the man he realised the man wasn’t like him, wasn’t like anyone he had ever seen before. The man was tall with a strange pattern of hair on his head. Venus looked up at the face of the creature, unaware of its danger. He put his hand out, hoping to make a friend with this creature, but instead the monster growled and looked down arrogantly at Venus. “What is this object, and where has it come from.” questioned the unsure creature in a foreign language. Venus was perplexed as what this had meant, but tried to decipher it the best that he could. He assumed the creature must be willing to help him, but he was wrong. Putting out his hand, Venus was sure the creature would shake it back, but instead, the monster got hold of Venus’s hand and gripped it tightly. Venus’s hand was aching, but it wasn’t too bad, so he smiled a fake smile, but without hesitation the creature gripped his hand harder. Venus heard a crack and was sure that his bone had just snapped like a toothpick, but instead it was from the floor. It was moving, and cracks were appearing, and no, it wasn’t because of an earthquake but because of something much more sinister. Trembling Venus looked down, only to see mummified hands escaping from the barren land. “Wha. What on earth, please someone help me, please!” pleaded Venus in a petrified voice, but it was no use, no one heard him. The hands were now creeping up to his legs, slowly and gradually pulling him into the ground. Unable to move his legs he desperately tried to wriggle free, but his efforts were all in vain, there was nothing he could do but wait for his destiny, the hands looked merciless. He knew he was going to die; it was his fate!