Wet, sticky liquid drips down my leg. “What, what happened?” I thought turning to lay on my back. “AHHHH!” I scream automatically turning back on my stomach. As I turn my head I see it. Those eyes. That thing. “What did you do?”. I shout at it, “Where did you come from?”. It all starts coming back to me. I was walking through the woods when I saw him, just a statue. Innocent, right? Wrong. It turned it’s head to face me, then tilted it’s head to the side. I was mesmerized with those eyes, I was frozen like a deer in the headlights. Out of one eye came a dagger and the other fire. The dagger sliced my leg and the fire scorched my back. I still didn’t move. I was still frozen. Then it blinked. Down I fell, out cold. The last thing I saw were its eyes.
