Whenever the sun falls and the moon rises, we rise, too. Whenever the lights go out, ours come on. We Nightcrawlers lurk in the shadows and play in the dark. We stay on the other side, in which no Nightcrawler nor a Mortal shall ever cross. The guarded line is drawn between the two places. Any mortal in their right mind, skeptical of the Nightcrawlers or not, knows never to cross the path. That path that no one was stupid enough to cross, except me, Silas Asher Clay.
My mother used to tell me stories about the Mortals. They were not the fairy tales or anything in the comedic sorts. My mom always told me that they were the horror stories, not us. I was told that they had distorted features. For example, razor sharp and yellow teeth, too much hair, gigantic hands, and gross warts. None of them were introduced as beautiful, yet troublesome. They made us believe that we were the beautiful creatures, and they were the horrifying ones. Our people have never crossed the District Line, so it is hard to truly know what the Mortals look like.
I have always wanted to meet a Mortal and live in their world. A place where the sun always shines, everywhere has life, and where I can be myself. Not having to hide who I truly am. Nobody knows but I feel like life has left me, an ocean is drowning me and fear is consuming me. I do not want to live like this anymore. That is one of the thoughts that I tend to keep to myself because if I admitted to anyone that the thought of a Mortal’s presence fascinates me, they would automatically assume that I am wrong by the reason of insanity and would send me off into a white truck that hauls me pass District Lines and into the asylum. That is what happened to my father who discussed how beautiful a Mortal ...
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... kill, I would be dead from the shooting daggers that shot out. “Don’t be a pussy, Cliff. Shouldn’t have clinged on to me like an infant drinking milk from a mother’s breast.”, I said with a smirk. He smashed his hands to the pavement helping him get up. “This isn’t a game of sack tapping, you know.” he giggled as he shoved me to the side. “Sorry, but uh, what are you even doing here?”, I questioned. “I decided to go with you”, Cliff said cheerfully. I grabbed ahold of his hand and lead him through the woods. The District Line was right in front of us. He and I climbed over the fence and took off. “So uh, how we get to The Mortal World?”, Cliff questioned. “There’s a spell you have to say. Once we say it, a door will appear!”, I said excitedly. He grabbed my hand and we both said, “From immortal to mortal, I shall cross, I want to enter now open the portal.”
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