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[<Myota's kidnappers laughed at the 'joke' before sitting him before a tree, the blonde taking a few steps back with a camera as the lithe boy began to unpack items. He took out a mirror, a small feather, and six small, empty cups from his coat pockets. "Pass me the water bottle, the one with the pink salt." The blonde did so, snarking, "Need the notes?" The other responded with an annoyed nod of his head. "I don't need no damn notes. I've practiced for weeks, unlike your lazy as-" The blond glared at him with anger. "Do the ritual, I loaded the batteries into the camera and this thing has only so long." The lithe boy gulped before grabbing the mirror, then quickly fumbled in his coat pocket once more, producing a purple-and-black dreamcatcher. He first set down the mirror in front of Myota, then three cups on each side of the mirror. He poured an equal amount in each of the cups before setting down the dreamcatcher. "D-dear spirit of the forest, I-WE come to you in the hopes of your response with a sacrifice fit for you. I...WE ask that you take the soul of this sacrifice and rise for one night..." As Myota listened with a fearful heart that seemed to bound out of his chest. Was that his imagination, or was the water glowing green? Was there a shadow in the mirror that belonged to none of them? No, he told himself, he was hallucinating. Myota closed his eyes, seemingly resigning to his fate as the lithe boy continued."...Calling forth your image and your spirit, as seen by our dreamcatcher, for you to take form. We call forth you, the demon of dreams." The boy stood up, smirked at Myota, and ran to the blond boy. "We just gotta wait...for the full moon or some crap. Wait, what if-" The lithe boy was cut off by the sudden glowing of the dreamcatcher, the water shone green as a form manifested inside the mirror. Myota's cries became louder as the blond boy fumbled to record the scene. From the mirror, two horns poked out, followed by its head and neck. It had no features aside from its silhouette yet, but it was clear this was no normal creature, demon, or mundane. It clambered out of the mirror, and as it did so, it took more shape. It had only one eye, with which it held a sharp glare, it had torn ears, and for its earings, they were teeth and eyes with nerves still attached, a few feathers here and there.>]

[<The demon had a lizard-like tail ending in a plume of feathers, with a line of spikes running up its back to its neck. Most notably, it was covered in blood. Blood on its paws. Blood on its face. Blood on the thin 'scar' on its neck, a scar that fangs jutted out of. Like it's namesake, it had two dreamcatchers embedded on its haunches. Myota began to cry once more. This would be the end, mauled apart by a vicious demon summoned by his so-called 'friends'- "Don't cry," Mewled a melodious female voice, "I'll make sure you're okay." Myota looked about him wildly, realizing it was the DEMON who put forth those words. She smiled, an unsettling gesture, but a genuine one. "I'm very sorry you were involved in this," She looked at the mirror, cups, and dreamcatcher in disdain, "By the time I'm finished, you won't remember a thing." The blond and the lithe boy trembled before running into the forest, hoping the demon wouldn't notice. She did, following at a lightning pace, catching them both in her claws. Green thread enveloped the lithe boy like a spider wraps its prey, muffling his screams. She paid attention to the blond, who helplessly wiggled out of her paw. "Might not wanna look," the demon warned, "Even if you won't remember later, it's not easy to lie about why you're traumatized." Myota shut his eyes as he heard a high pitched scream, followed by a wailing noise. A second, different scream followed, this time gurgling was heard, leading Myota to believe it was a slash to the throat. Hearing the noise alone was enough to make one shudder, leaving Myota as ashen as snow. He slowly opened his eyes and gasped. Both his captors had slit necks and fear in their glassy eyes, the demon looming over them. Myota forgot about the pain and the bleeding, and he fell to the ground as if dead, making the demon swiftly turn around. He would wake up in a hospital, apparently the victim of a gang attack, as the doctors said. He would receive get-well cards and balloons and letters like he was some sort of hero. He would also receive the demon's name before she left in the guise of a nurse. Noko, Noko the One-eyed Dreamcatcher. The Dreamcatcher Myota would always remember, her gaze in her eye almost inscribed in his mind, the night he wouldn't be 'normal' any longer...] [END] It's so damn rushed but it's done so yay Ig-

((This is a cannon short story for the older version of Noko, and the first short story I've ever had the confidence to post. Feedback is welcome, and encouraged.))
[Cold wind rustled through dead trees, the leaves falling in whispers to the withered grass below. Bleak moonlight would illuminate the few crows who dared to venture to the earthen floor, fighting each other for the carcasses of a few creatures here and there. This forest no longer fought the decay; it was the decay, only the true hunters had the privilege to eat the fresh meat of the lower. The desolate feeling was complimented with complete silence, broken only by the whispers of the wind and the crackle of twigs and leaves that carpeted the floor. There was something else out in the woods, shadows just out of sight or the sounds that dimmed the second they were heard. Not the work of one alone. Hushed tones that weren't the tree's language and the increased sound echoed through the woods, making the crows fly to their branches in panic, leaving the bugs to scuttle under leaves to avoid death. The creatures pressed as close as they were willing, not wishing to be seen but to listen. It was weak sobbing, and hushed, but stern voices that soon emerged from the trail. It was three teenagers, two of them holding the third, a young boy that appeared to be sixteen with long, dark brown hair. Blood trickled down from his almost limp body, the only signs of life being his irregular breathing and his light crying. "Shut up," hissed a short-haired, lithe figure, "If you cry too much, she won't show up." "Gag him again," the third, a boy who had blond hair he tried to hide with a beenie snarled, "He can't cry with a gag on." The lithe figure threw down their victim, who profusely cried aloud and struggled to the best of his ability. He had multiple stab wounds, some on his arms, some on his legs, and a few on his torso, those puncture wounds still flowing with fresh blood. "How could you do this to me?! What did I do to deserve this-" His cries were cut off by the blond boy, who gaged him with a bit of cloth. He answered, "Myota, we gotta do this. We're gonna prove something BIG, and we need your help do it." the short-haired boy nodded, a grin spreading across his face. "If one shows up, we'll take ya to the hospital. If one doesn't, who's really gonna miss ya? Your magic eight ball?">]

That. Story. Was. Killer

Woah that was awesome