Title: Kolbolgs and Orphans (Part I)
An old, large brick mansion that houses orphans. An infinite forest surrounds the nearly decrepit building.
Young girl (possibly myself, no known name) is searching for something. The shotgun style weapon she carries can only hold 3 bullets at a time, and tends to jam a lot. She crawls quietly to a closet, digging through piles of dust covered clothes and trash. Ammo litters the floors of the orphanage.
She grasps a handful of the red tubes and quickly loads the gun.
An adult male with navy blue hair and a lab style coat is pushing a refrigerator in front of the entrance of the room. He left enough space for the girl to slide the metal nose of her weapon through. She positions herself and aims at the wolf type creature on the opposite end, tearing his way through an old mattress that two frightened children have sandwiched against a wall as an impromptu shield.
Deep Breath. Squint. Fire.
Laser beams squeal from the weapon. An undulating neon red glow beams toward the creatures back. The beast emits a loud howl as it raises off its hind legs, then collapses with a thud onto the debris covered floor.
The noise attracts more of them.
She's suddenly on the roof, over looking the vast endlessness of the surrounding forest. The thick fog and darkness of the night seems to play tricks on her eyes. A black, ink-like substance begins to cover the ground, pouring out of the forest towards the building.
The black river gets closer, and the girl is able to make out individual creatures. Beasts. The Kolbolgs.
What was once hundreds has multiplied by the thousand. Unknown wolf type creatures with rattish faces, and humanoid bodies begin scaling the side of the building, pouring from the darkness with an eerie silence. People shuffle around the rooftop in an almost synchronized manner, grabbing weapons from the piles in the middle, and returning swiftly to their positions along the edge of the roof, continuing with the onslaught of the creatures emerging from below. The hiss from a landmine goes off, followed by a loud explosion as a large group of Kolbolgs in the distance are exterminated, only to quickly be replaced - almost like a shadow - by a new, even larger group.
It is known to the girl that this is a war, but it is also known that this needs to end. There was to be a treaty!
Treaty?!
Just as the thought happens - the war ends. She's now inside the building, a treaty has been signed by both parties, and the Kolbolgs have retreated back into the forest.
She stands in a bathroom now, daylight shines through an open window, framing the newly banned forest in the distance. Articles of clothing are piled in a corner, but the girl can still make out the wiry, matted fur of the abandoned creature attempting to hide itself. There's blood, but the beast is still breathing. Her heart falls with the memory of the moments before, the seemingly timeless, bloody war held between two races.
"How can I help you?!" The girl thinks desperately. Was she dreaming she said that? She isn't sure, but the animal assures her he's heard by turning his long nose and beady eyes in her direction. He's small, probably not much taller than a young child when fully extended on his hind legs. Despite his child like size, his features express a much older soul.
He is hurt badly, dark liquid spills from his side. She bends down and begins to push aside the fabric he tried to hide with, attempting to get a better look at the source of the wound.
"I'm not here to hurt you, I want to help. How can I help you sir, please?"
Months have passed. The scruffy looking Kolbolg is best friends with the girl orphan, and she enjoys listening to his fantastic stories from the life he once knew. A life no longer viable since the declaration of the treaty that sealed the forest and all it's inhabitants from the outside world. Mister Leach is viewed as nothing more than a pet, sometimes even invisible, to the other people in the building.
And then, just as quickly as he arrived, Mr. Leach is gone.
