The Storyteller Part Three

== Author's Note. ==
Hello friends! This is the final(?) part of the storyteller trilogy. (Quick side note: the reason I haven't written in a while is for schooling reasons and concern for my own mental health. Highly descriptive reading ahead, be advised. That is all.) 
== Chapter Five: Darkness. ==
      But then, the entirety of the house starts shaking, and I remember that the furnaces and boilers are in the basement. The thing had attacked them, and only when I was dashing to the door, I realized it was too late.
The basement had exploded, the explosion made it to our gas pipe, which only made the explosion deadlier, knocking me out.
All I remember until half an hour ago is my wretched, mangled body being wheeled into the emergency room on a stretcher, my weeping mother and brother, Aiden at my side. I barely had the energy, but I looked at my arm, (at least what was supposed to be an arm) and saw, well-
blood.
I’m constantly in and out of consciousness, but I can still make out what's going on. Voices, hospital noises, sobbing, and the smells of medicine linger around me. It wasn't until a day or two later that I could actually stay awake for more than 17 seconds. I could have some actual conversation now, and I could finally explain what happened to Adelaide, to my mother. She told Aiden to sit outside for a bit while I explained. After about 25 minutes of mother sobbing and apologizing to me that I had to see that. Let's just skip about a month ahead, to where I could actually hobble around with a prosthetic and a sickly, thin leg. And all was fine until about 3 months later. That, ladies and gentlemen, is widely known as 'The Decimation'.
== Chapter Six: Explanation. ==
     We had just bought a new house weeks ago, when I was just sitting in my room playing Minecraft, when a random user joins my SINGLEPLAYER WORLD. The strange users name was (you guessed it) ‘Storyteller’. And the first thing they said when they joined, was, “You probably have many questions.” Weirded out by this statement, I replied with “yes, I do, but I have two questions, how did you even join, and what are my questions about??” (Please note, I couldn’t see the mysterious player.) “I will answer only your second, for your first is utterly, and pathetically, useless. You are probably wondering why that twisted creature caused your fathers death, brutally mutilated your sister, traumatized you for life, and mutilated your left leg after an explosion.” Shocked by these answers, I shakily typed, “how did you know that?! who are you?!” “The entire universe is simply a figment of my imagination. If you already aren’t shocked enough, I’m quite tired of you foolish humans running around acting like you own the place. I regret ever creating you monsters. So I created a twisted creature smart enough to replace its own mutilated body parts with yours. They are highly resilient, but it appears you killed one of them in the basement explosion.” Me, terrified by now, but not quite buying the whole ‘I created the universe, and you are a figment of my imagination’ bull, responded with, “you know what, im done, I cant take this anymore, im deleting this world.” But my mouse froze, and my keyboard did not respond to any key that I touched. It typed (or should I say, manifested) into chat, “Have I not convinced you yet, my creation? Is the portrait of Minecraft Alex on the side of your desk not enough for you?” Me, confused, looked to the corners of my desk, and where a portrait of my father should have been, was of course, a portrait of Minecraft Alex. “How in the fri-” And my computer imploded on the spot. Now it was a small ball of sharp metal, motherboards, and shattered glass. 
== Chapter Seven: The Decimation Begins. ==
      As confused as much as my uncle was willing to leave to “Get Milk”, I ran out of the room, gasping for air like I was having an asthma attack, remembering Mother was out with Aiden for his piano lessons. “OH, COME ON!” I screamed, in tears. 
      I have always been afraid of the sound of something scratching inside of the walls, but when I heard this sound, I knew something was up. Usually it's mice making a faint scratching sound inside of the walls, and I can live with that. But I listened for a second, and it was louder than any average mouse could make. Then, the same hand of the twisted creature burst through the wall (with all fingers intact!). And I knew that I might not live this time. Then the thing burst its head through the wall, then its legs, then its body. By the time I had grabbed Dad’s shotgun, it got its last foot out of the wall, then, it charged.
     It was practically spinning on the walls of the hallway, switching walls in a clockwise fashion. As it jumped at me, I had the gun primed and ready to fire. I gave it a direct shot in the chest, and then it screamed. It screamed so loud, that every window within about 300 feet of our house shattered, and I could physically hear my left eardrum disintegrate as it ended its scream. The wreckage of the house was terrible. Two of the walls had crumbled from the outside, (Note that the scream would have had to have been deafening to plow the walls down from the outside.) It was bleeding so bad that it formed a small puddle within seconds of the blood falling to his feet. His strange, scarred heart was exposed, along with its utterly torn and perforated lungs. It was even faster this time, and I had to slam myself into a wall in order to avoid it. Then I made a HUGE mistake.
      I jumped on its back.
      In hopes of strangling it or breaking its jaw off, it reached up with its arm, to try to grab me. I grabbed the arm, and bit it. I bit down until my teeth came together, and at this point, it was too weak to scream. Then Its head turned 180 degrees, emitting a faint fracturing sound, its empty eye sockets stared into my eyes. Then, it crunched down on my bicep. Gore sprayed out in every direction due to it being clamped down on my arm, covering both of our faces, then I returned the favor by biting its jugular.
      One of the neighbors ran in and saw a pile of blood, gore, and nastiness, and called the police, and all went to black.
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