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Kyriakos Areleous
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PostSubject: Kyriakos's Story   February 22nd 2010, 9:44 pm

This is PG-13. I don't expect anybody to read it all, but if you're curious, this is what happened to him.

Are you coming in? Aniketos asked, standing up and brushing sand off his shorts. Are you coming in?

“Yeah, I’ll be there in just a minute,” Kyriakos responded in perfect English. “I want to see the end of it.” Aniketos looked out at the last few rays of the setting sun, admiring the bright red of the sky, before clapping Kyriakos on the shoulder.

“Don’t stay out too long, okay?” he said, reverting to English himself. Kyriakos nodded, smiling up at his brother. A moment later, Aniketos started walking back to the hotel, and Kyriakos turned back to the sun and the ocean. The setting sun wasn’t as beautiful here as it was over the mountains at home, but it was still a spectacular sight. The sky had been a bright, clear blue mere minutes ago, but now it was tinged a variety of colors from orange to blood red to deep violet. Kyriakos smiled, grateful to be able to witness such a sunset. It was a pity so many people missed the most beautiful things in life simply because they didn’t pay attention to what was going on around them.

Within five minutes, the sun had sunk below the horizon, leaving only a muted pinkish glow as proof that it had been there. Pushing off of the ground, Kyriakos climbed to his feet, brushed the grainy white sand off his legs before returning to the hotel. It was directly across the road from the beach, meaning Kyriakos, Aniketos, and their parents made frequent trips back and forth. Kyriakos pushed open the door, stepping into the posh, comfortable lobby. Nodding once to the receptionist as he walked past, he made his way over to the elevators, which would take him to his room.

Kyriakos stepped in, listening to the soft music coming through the speakers as he pressed number nine. The elevator slowly climbed, finally pinging to a halt on the proper floor. Kyriakos walked out, turned to his left, and squinted down the hall. About halfway down, something, or somebody, was lying on the floor. He quickly advanced, trying to figure out what it was. About a hundred meters away, Kyriakos identified the figure, and he sprinted the remaining distance to it. Falling to his knees, he stared in horror at his brother’s scratched, bloody face. What the hell had happened? Aniketos had left little more than five minutes ago! What had happened between then and now?

“Aniketos!” Kyriakos demanded, placing a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Aniketos! Answer me!” With no response, Kyriakos tried harder. “Ketos!” he nearly screamed, violently shaking his brother’s shoulders. “Ketos, talk to me! Please, Ketos! Say something!” Suddenly, something on the edge of Kyriakos’s vision caught his attention. A black high heeled shoe was wedged in the door next to him. Standing and pushing it open, Kyriakos covered his mouth with a shaking hand. His parents were lying right inside the door of their room, just as scratched up as Aniketos. Terror coursing through his veins, Kyriakos dropped to his knees again, harshly grabbing Aniketos’s shoulders.

“Wake up, Ketos!” he growled angrily, shaking as hard as he could. “Wake up. This isn’t funny, and you know it. Game’s over, Ketos. Wake up.” For the first time, Kyriakos noticed his brother’s glasses weren’t perched on his nose like they should have been. Searching the floor, he found them next to Aniketos’s lifeless body, both lenses cracked and scratched. Kyriakos turned back to his brother, taking a deep breath. He didn’t want to confirm his suspicions, but he had to find out. Reaching out gently, he placed a hand over Aniketos’s mouth and nose. Nothing. Staring down in shock, Kyriakos blinked several times, not willing to believe it. This really couldn’t be happening. It had to be one of the worst nightmares of all time, and he would wake up any second now. He had to.

A new sound sliced through the silence, and Kyriakos’s head snapped up. Oh, hell, no, he cursed softly, instantly recognizing the source of the noise. This really was a nightmare. There was no way Aniketos could be where he was, and that thing definitely wasn’t at the end of the hallway, staring Kyriakos down. Hellhounds existed in the stories, not in real life. Suddenly, without warning, it charged. Glancing down at his brother, Kyriakos spoke his last words. I am so sorry, Aniketos. With that, he sprang up and took off down the hallway.
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Kyriakos flew past the front desk receptionist, ignoring the bewildered look she gave him. He had to get away. He knew that thing, that monster, was coming after him, and he had no way to defend himself. His only hope was to run, and pray that the monster lost him.

Hurtling through the streets of Miami, Kyriakos tried to find a place to hide. If he was lucky, the monster would run past without seeing him. Slamming through a set of heavy wooden doors, Kyriakos found himself in a packed, upscale restaurant. Weaving around tables and customers, he made his way towards the back where he could hopefully find a restroom or a closet. Before he could get halfway there, though, the monster came crashing through the doors and the surrounding wall.

“Oh --,” Kyriakos cursed, frantically searching around him. The monster let out a fierce growl as its eyes snapped to Kyriakos. It crouched low before springing up and launching itself through the air. Without thinking, Kyriakos grabbed a steak knife off the table next to him and plunged it into the beast’s side. Rather than bleeding and growing angrier as it should have, the monster exploded into thick, yellowish dust.

Kyriakos coughed as the dust flew towards him, coating his throat and lungs. When he finally regained control, he straightened up, a wild look in his eyes, the knife held out in front of him. He spun in rapid circles, searching for more monsters that might be hidden in the restaurant. Somebody pulled out a cell phone, and Kyriakos came to his senses. He leaped through the hole in the wall, and once again, took off down the Miami streets.
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Only a few blocks from the restaurant, Kyriakos slowed to a walk, unable to breathe. Logic and instinct told him not to return to the hotel. He could have asked for directions back there, but something told him not to go back. With no distinct future in front of him, and no idea where he was in Miami, Kyriakos kept walking, sticking to the shadows. Any other monsters could probably find him easier if he stayed in the shadows all night, but if he walked in the light of the street lamps, the people on the streets would be able to see him. He couldn’t give a definite why at the moment, but Kyriakos knew he didn’t want anybody else to see him.

Coming across the mouth of an alley, he crept along the brick wall of one of the bordering buildings until he felt his shins hit a box. Sinking down, Kyriakos buried his head in his hands, and for the first time, he realized he was still holding Aniketos’s glasses. Staring at the bent wire frames and cracked glass, he blinked a few times, his thoughts and emotions not completely on the same level. Unsure of what to do, he shoved the glasses in his pocket, turning his attention to his right hand where he still firmly held the steak knife. Kyriakos was overcome with a sudden urge to throw the knife, to get rid of it as fast as he could. This was all a nightmare, and the knife was only a part of it. Kyriakos turned deeper into the alley, and threw with all his might. He heard metal hit metal, followed immediately by a deeper, bone-chilling sound.

Sitting bolt upright, straining to see what had made the sound, Kyriakos mentally kicked himself. That sound could only be one thing: another monster. He had just gotten rid of his one and only weapon. Kyriakos pushed off the crate and sprinted out of the alley, back along the main street, the monster right on his heels. How could he have been so stupid? If the first monster really had come after him, all the others had to be real, too. The things of legend were coming true right before his eyes, and he was too dense to notice it. Shaking with the terror of his sudden realization, Kyriakos tore down the street, not daring to stop.
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The sun started to peek over the eastern horizon, and Kyriakos sank to the ground in front of a movie theatre. By some miraculous means, he had managed to survive the night, in spite of the two monsters that managed to find him after he had lost the second one. He was exhausted after his sleepless night, but sleeping seemed like the worst idea at the moment. He could barely do anything against the monsters when he was awake. Kyriakos could only imagine what would happen if they found him asleep.

Struggling to his feet, he plowed on, unsure of where he was currently or where he was going. All he really knew was that he had to get out of Miami. He walked past a set of glass doors, and they whooshed open in response. Peering inside, Kyriakos instantly recognized it as a grocery store. Food would help him stay awake, and would help him to get further. Eagerly, he walked inside, hoping to find something halfway decent.

Kyriakos picked up a loaf of bread, some butter, and a box of cereal, and made his way up to the checkout lines. Partway there, he realized he had no money to pay for the items. That left him with two options: leave and go hungry, or attempt to walk off without paying. He wasn’t particularly fond of the latter idea, but he couldn’t go hungry, either. Steeling himself, Kyriakos fell into step behind an older couple and walked out the door. He breathed a sigh of relief, but it was a moment too soon. Not five paces from the door, an employee stopped him, demanding payment. Kyriakos did the only thing he could think to do. He dropped the food and took off running.
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Later in the afternoon, Kyriakos walked past a window display of televisions, only to stop dead in his tracks. His face was plastered on every one of the screens, staring serenely back at him. The picture seemed all too familiar, and that’s when it hit him. It was the picture from his passport. Kyriakos stared intensely at the screens, trying to figure out what was going on. It was obviously a news program, but he couldn’t hear a word the reporter was saying. A few other pictures were flashed on the screen, the Miami police chief was shown, and everything clicked into place. The police were looking for him. They thought he had murdered his family.

Kyriakos stared straight ahead in horror, trying to figure out how they had come to that conclusion. Of course. His family was dead—all of them—and he, Kyriakos, was missing. If the killings had been random, why wouldn’t Kyriakos be dead with them? It made more sense that he had killed them for some unknown reason, then had taken off. Kyriakos knew he couldn’t go to the police, but hiding now, with his face on everything, would be virtually impossible. Unless, of course, he hid in plain sight.

He began to look for a drugstore, and within minutes, found exactly what he was looking for. B.J.’s Drugstore was small, slightly rundown, and empty. Well, except for the guy nodding off at the front counter. Kyriakos crept carefully through the aisles, looking for a particular item. He pulled the box off the shelf, hurried back to the bathroom, and locked himself inside. Staring down at the box in his hands, he took a deep breath, knowing this was a matter of survival. Tasia had bleached her hair last year, so it couldn’t be that hard. Kyriakos was hesitant to mess with his dark locks, but he knew it was the only way he would get away.

He ripped open the box, carefully read the instructions, and did what needed to be done. An hour later, he unlocked the door, tiptoed past the still sleeping sales clerk, and stepped out into the bright sunlight, his new platinum blonde hair shining brilliantly. Glancing around him, Kyriakos turned to his left, and started to walk again.
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Kyriakos flew out of the field, scrambling to turn and run up the dirt road. He thought he had lost it, but now wasn’t the time to stop and check. Barely breathing, he raced along the gravel, trying to find a sanctuary somewhere. A grassy shoulder appeared to his right, and Kyriakos jumped on it, the soft grass slightly more comfortable under his worn sneakers than the gravel. Without warning, he went sprawling, landing face down on the grass, unable to breathe at all. Perfect, he thought bitterly. After everything I’ve been through, it won’t be a bloody monster that’ll kill me. Gasping for breath, he struggled to his knees to see a lone pine tree not more than two hundred meters in front of him.

A pine tree? he though. I’m hallucinating. That can’t be real. Kyriakos hadn’t eaten in at least three days, and he hadn’t slept in at least four. He should have passed out somewhere, but the monsters kept him on his feet, always on the move, always on alert. He struggled to his feet, stumbling towards the pine tree. If he could touch it, he would believe it was real. If his hands grasped nothing but air, he would know he was definitely hallucinating. Kyriakos kept moving forward, not seeing the full picture. Finally, less than twenty meters from the tree, he noticed the dragon. I’m definitely hallucinating, he thought. A pine tree could exist out here. A dragon couldn’t. Kyriakos swayed on his feet, praying he could get a little further before passing out.

The growl behind him made him jump, and brought him back again. He spun on his heel, watching the hellhound thunder down the dirt track. Shit, he cursed. Kyriakos’s eyes whipped back and forth between the dragon beneath the tree and the advancing hellhound, trying to gauge the danger. Finally, he made up his mind, deciding the hellhound was the greater danger. Still unable to breathe, but knowing it was a matter of life and death, Kyriakos charged past the tree, hoping the dragon wouldn’t come after him.

Kyriakos wasn’t prepared for the steep downhill drop on the other side of the tree, though. Tripping over his own feet, he rolled down the hill, landing flat on his back, his head slamming into the solid ground. The force of the impact seemed to jolt everything in him, and all the grief he had been holding off for weeks came crashing down. Kyriakos squeezed his eyes shut as the tears came pouring down. Aniketos is gone, he thought. What’s the point in going on? What’s the point of living? He clenched his teeth, preparing for the strike of the hellhound. He was going to die now anyway, so it might as well be by the hellhound. If not less painful, it would at least be quicker. Here I come, Aniketos, he thought, still gasping for air. Here I come.


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PostSubject: Re: Kyriakos's Story   February 22nd 2010, 9:53 pm

Very Happy I loved it! You should post this on Fanfiction or something! Very Happy
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PostSubject: Re: Kyriakos's Story   February 22nd 2010, 11:01 pm

Glad you liked it! I've thought about creating a Fanfiction account, but I don't think I write enough fanfictions for it to be worth it. I don't know. Anyway, I may expand it more and insert even more between the hair bleaching and flying out of the field when I'm not so tired. I did skip a several week time period there.
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