Originally Posted by twitch

Hey guys!!!!!!!!!! whats up? I havn't posted anything here for a while, so I decided to do my very best work and make sumpin special for you guys. I slaved over this short story for HOURS, so enjoy.
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The Hill Creatures
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The radio blasted, soft musical notes Do radio's blast soft music? floated through the dark blue Nissan. Nate Daniels bobbed his head slowly, Do people bob their heads to floaty, calming music? You would normally sway. in tune to the calming music. Lyrics began pumping out of the stereo. His hair swayed with the gentle bobbing of his head. Nate's eyes were hazelnut brown, with bushy black eyebrows floating above them.
Nate's highbeams sliced through the thick night shadows as if they were butter.To his left was a sheer rock wall. Gray rocks appeared inky black, shaded by the lack of stars. Nate glanced to his right, away from the twisting, winding road. Grassy, rolling hills decorated the land beyond the gray, forbidding, smooth steel of the gaurdrail. How can he tell if it's night?The hills were slick from the recent downpour, Nate still remembered the pounding bullets of rain that had crashed down on his car relentlessly only hours earlier.
Deep in the hills, the shadows twisted slightly, drawing Nate's attention from the twisting, winding road. The shadows shifted again, and Nate narrowed his eyes, attempting to capture a simple glimpse of whatever was moving out there. Suddenly Nate's eyes detected a silvery glint, just a flash of color. He pushed his face closer to the grimey window, in hopes of seeing whatever the color was attached to.
Nate turned back to the road with a deep sigh, which quickly changed depths, turning into a scream. A thick limbed creature crouched in the center of the road. Shaggy black fur hung from muscle packed arms and legs. A long, short furred snout hung half open, and saliva dripped from long, crooked, yellow dagger sharp fangs. It's eyes. Pure white gelatenous orbs, the intensity of white seemed to glow, drawing all attention to their shine. It was almost impossible to tell when each of them shifted, except for the glow. It changed the shadows that lay across the ground, the lack of light made them shrink, or if it's eyes shifted in the right direction, the shadows would grow and elongate. Bone white daggers of claws sprouted from round, meaty paws.
Nate jerked the steering wheel hard to the right, the tires squeeked(squealed) in protest to such a sharp turn. The car crashed into the gray gaurdrail, which rang out in the earsplitting grate of metal on metal. Sparks sprayed through the still night air, bounced off the windshield and died out only feet away. The force of colliding with the gaurdrail popped the car's right side high into the air, the wheel still spining wildly. He pulled his hands from the wheel, smacked the left one on the window, and pressed hard. The other one clamped down hard on the dashboard. Nate clenched his teeth tight, praying that he wouldn't bite his tongue off upon landing. He could practically feel the spray of blood against his teeth. The vehicle continued on it's flip.
Nate screamed as the car slammed down on it's top, smashing large craters in the roof. He hung by the seatbelt now, swinging wildly as the belt bit into his waist. The car slid across the road, leaving a thick trail of bright sparks in it's wake. He put both of his hand on the ceiling of the car, hoping to stop his mad swinging. It helped, but only for a moment. Nate's car hit the rock wall with a deafening bang. The left half of the windshield blew in from the force of smashing into the rock. Half of Nates window sprayed inward as well. He was pelted with bits of glass. Cuts opened up on his cheecks, with little drips of blood. Chips of glass stuck in the wrinkles in his shirt. His hands were pulled from the roof of the car as he swung. His head smashed into what was left of the window. It shattered, opening up more cuts. Everything went blank.
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Nate groaned. Blood dribbled from his nose, due to blood rushing to his head. His cheeks were bright red for the same reason. His arms hung down, hands bent slightly on the ceiling of his car. Nate's left temple dripped with sticky red blood, it pooled on the ground below his head. He reached up and grasped his seatbelt, and ran his hand along it. His fingers danced along the belt until the found the button. He traced his fingers along the words that read: press. He pushed it down, making an audible click and fell to the the floor in an unorganized heap. Stray glass chips bit into the back of his neck as he pulled himself to his knees. He shuffled slowly to the right. Nate knew that to his left the door could not open. It would open maybe a foot before it hit the wall, and that would be all. He could not fit through a foot of space. He pushed on the door to the right and it squeaked open, shards of glass dripping from the broken window. He stood shakily out side the car, spinning, surveying the wreckage.
Wow. That was all he could think. The door he had just climbed out of was barely hanging on the frame of the car, torn off of one of the hinges. Glass was sprinkled across the road and in the car. The front half of the vehicle (and probably the bottom), were gray from scraping across the road and guardrail. The paint had scraped off. The windshield was basicly gone, its glass sprayed inside, and outside of the car. It was a wreck. (I think we know this)"Thank god I'm not hurt", was another thought that ran across his mind.
A deep throaty growl could be heard to Nate's left. A heavy thud followed, and a shaking of the car. The growl continued, and Nate slowly swiveled left. He saw two of those creatures, probably one of the one's he almost hit. Four eyes stared back at him, two bleach white pairs of eyes, and long snarling pairs of teeth. He bolted, moving as fast as his legs would take him. He grunted with each step, urging himself to move faster. One of the monsters followed him, it's padded feet thudding under the weight of the creature. A familiar ring sang out behind him. Beep-Beep-Beep-Bop-Boop. The notes moved faster and the thud of the creatures feet stopped. He spun around for the second time in moments. His cell phone glowed as it rang, just outside of the car. He groaned, thinking that it must have slipped from his pocket as he crawled from his car's wreckage.
He needed that phone. It was his ticket away from those creatures, seeing as they were undoubtably faster then he was. The Glow of the ringing phone cast more shadows across the glass strewn pavement. Nate slowly inched foreward, almost unwilliing. Fear balled in his throat, and made his lips dry. His legs were shaky, wobbling as he tried to move. His gut screamed at him not to do this, that it was a mistake. On top of all that, he began crying, from the pure pressure of it. Salty tears tumbled down his scratched and bruised face. He took another step foreward, and the creature hunched over, growling.
It tensed, shoving its long furred behind into the air. The white eyes were captivating drawing all of nates attention. The growling snapped him out of him, and he glanced quickly at the large monster that crouched on top of Nates ruined car. The second obsacle between Nate and the phone. He faked to the left, going to the second step before he stopped. The monster took the bait. It lept, gleaming claws outstreched. It's black fur waving in the wind. Nate dove backward, landing hard on his back, luckily not being winded. He quickly rolled, and leapt to his feet, still wobbling from terror.
He ran, not looking back, eyes set dead on that phone. He ignored the creature on the top of the car, dispite it's threat. He leaned over, while running, and scooped up his phone. Nates fingers scraped the ground as he did this, opening gashes on is knuckles. Blood already began to drip from the open wounds. The huge, catlike creature reached his paw out, stretching it's arm to its full extent. It's claws dragged into his left shoulder (the one opposite he picked up the phone with) ripping through flesh. Blood trailed from Nates open wound and the beasts once bleach white claws, which were now stained red. Red hot daggers of pain tunne;ed through most of his body. His back burnt in a firy uncontrolable pain. Same with Nates left arm, and the pain slowly worked it's way down to the small of his back.
He stumbled, spun around from the blow. Blood trickled down his chest and back, ending it's journey at Nates hips. He hit the gaurdrail, stopping his twenty foot stumble. The creature on top of the car hopped down, the car shook again. The other beast beat that one to the punch and was charging at full speed only moments after the other one hopped. Dry sobs escaped Nate as he used his thumb to flip open the pure black phone. Nate jumped to his senses as the monster was only thirty or so feet away. He leaned to the right, flipping over the gaurdrail, mercifully landing on his right shoulder. The creature that was charging him attempted to stop, but at that speed it wasn't easy. It skittered toward the gaurdrail, it's claws scraping on the pavement. The beast hit the gaurdrail, hard. It shook the whole thing, bending it out of shape. Nate, always paraniod, had the police on speed dial, and he placed his thumb over the glowing one and held it. He threw his body weight down the hill asboth sets of glowing eyes peeked up over the gaurdrail.
Each time his shoulder hit the ground, as he rolled down the steep hill, ubearable bullets of pain shot through his body. He forced the phone to his ear mid-roll, and begged the police would answer soon.
"Hello, police headquarters, how may I help you?" The operator asked in a thick, oversweet voice.
"Thank god you answered," Nate said rising to his feet, blood soaking into his shirt as more sobs escaped him. " These things... they are trying to kill me"
"Sir!!?," Her voice was urgent now "were are you?," She was rushing her words now, and they were blending together "And whats trying to kill you?"
Nate began sprinting across the hilly field, and his breath quickened as he saw glowing white eyes slowly circling him. "I'm on... berch road I think? i don't know what it's called for sure," He barely choked out the words "And i don't wha-," His words were cute off by one of the creatures, it dove, growling, from the shadows. The beast swung its arm, It's black furred arm hit his arm, throwing Nates phone into the dark abyss. With another growl, the monster dove forward, it's shoulder hitting Nates chest, pulling the wind from his lungs. Nate tumbled to the ground, his head landing in a pile of thick, chunky mud. The creature stood over him, It's front paws just under Nates armpits, It's back legs even with Nates legs.
The beast slowly lowered it's head towards Nates, Its mouth open, drool dribbling on his face. Nate acted on instinct, just trying to keep that horrible mouth away from his neck. He pressed his palm against the bottom of the monsters chin, his fingers curling up towards the open mouth. He pressed as hard as he could, the things saliva dripping down his forearm already. His fingers, during this struggle, got much to close to the beasts mouth. It clamped down, blood spraying along it's snout. Crimson dots splattered along the back of Nates hand, and he screamed. He pulled his hand back, and sobbed. Both his middle fingers were gone at the knuckle. Bood pumped out, and the jagged remains of his bones poked out, blood filtering out.
"I'll show you," He gasped out, between crys of pain "You stupid mother fu-," His words were cut off by the creatures howls of agony. Nate had take his left thumb, and jabbed it into the monsters eye. The glowing eye popped, obliderating that eyes glow. A sticky white substance splattered across his hand, and down the beasts face, clinging to it's fur. It bounded off, leaving Nate in the mud, breathing heavy. He knew that he still wasn't safe, that he wasn't out of the frying pan. He rose shakily, sure that he wouldn't survive another head on encounter with one of those things. He stumbled along, in a half crouch, the slick grass matted down.
Glowing white eyes surounded Nate, circling, menacing eyes. Only feet from were he was last, something happened. A set of five daggersharp claws smashed into his back. They scraped along the center, just above the pelvis, and they cut deep. He crumpled to the ground, his legs limp. All feeling had left them, along with all ability to move them. Now they were just dead weight. Pain flashed across his hand and arm as he dragged himself foreward. One of the creature landed in the muck just to his right, and clamped it's jaw down on Nates wrist. Blood sprayed down his arm, and thick needles of pain followed. Another beast landed just to hisleft and bent down wrapping its jaw around Nates neck. The last thing Nate Danials felt, was the pain as blood trickled down his neck. The lest thing he heard was his vertebrae snapping.