Meet the Monster Part6: Through a Storm

Evan Lewis Roberts is just a normal 17 year old boy living in the westside of Tulsa, Oklahoma. Well.. If you looked past his taste in music, hairstyle, tattoos, peircings and language-- he's normal. But everything in Evan's life is going to take a sharp turn. A monster that lurks inside of him will be revealed, and true love will finally be found along the way. Join me as we find out who the real Evan Lewis Roberts is, and what his destiny holds.

Hey guys! Sorry for such a long wait :( Mid Terms week last week, and no Internet access the other weeks. I hope you guys enjoy this quiz ! Thank you everyone for taking my quiz! Enjoy ~KBlue

Created by: KBlue

  1. What is your age?
  2. What is your gender?
  1. Ok, sorry that it's been so long! School got in the way :/ TO CATCH YOU UP... Up until now, I didn't believe a word that any of the scientists had said. I'll never get to thank them, because right then, my word went a deadly black.
  2. Bright colors flashed before my eyes before they finally fluttered open. Everything was seriously blurred together--I couldn't see the outline of anything. I blinked hard a few times, until my vision sharpened. My eyes darted around at the landscape around me. 'Were the Hell am I?' I asked myself. Above me hovered a dense forest canopy, with trees as big around as an SUV. The trees trees towered as high as Skyscrapers, with soft dirt, and browning leaves scattering the forest floor. To my right was a swerving crick abundant with wildlife. To my left was a thick forest, with the sounds of more wildlife within. I inhaled a deep breath, smelling the moist dirt under me, the taste of fresh meat and fish nearby, the sweet crick, the musty, dead tree leaves, pine needles, and the outdoors.
  3. I slowly sat up, noticing a small pain in the back of my head. I noticed that my t-shirt was replaced with a camouflaged jacket, and that my sweats were now blue jeans. I rubbed the back of my head, and slowly stood myself up against the nearest tree. My arm was stinging, and I did as anyone would do. I rolled up the sleeve of my left arm to inspect the damage. I bit my lip at the sight. The whole arm was a deep, purpley bruise, the tattoo of the handprint had disappeared, and was replaced with a K-9. A small dent sat in the middle of my bicep with a wire that wrapped around. A chill ran down my spine, and I returned the sleeve to it's original position.
  4. My tounge felt leathery and dry inside my mouth as I approached the Crick. I slowly bent my knees and scooped the water into my hands, splashing my face. I drank the water, not really caring if I would get sick. I then had the feeling that I would be here for a long time. I fetched a stick and sharpened it against a rock. I noticed the sparks that shattered when I was sharpening. It came to my attention that I would need a fire. So, I stood, and gathered firewood and started it with my stick.
  5. My tounge felt leathery and dry inside my mouth as I approached the Crick. I slowly bent my knees and scooped the water into my hands, splashing my face. I drank the water, not really caring if I would get sick. I then had the feeling that I would be here for a long time. I fetched a stick and sharpened it against a rock. I noticed the sparks that shattered when I was sharpening. It came to my attention that I would need a fire. So, I stood, and gathered firewood and started it with my stick.
  6. I sat there, sharpening my stick into the night. A low rumble erupted from my stomach. I need food, but what to eat? Right on cue, a doe, and a medium sized buck trotted across my campsite, and to the Crick. Without warning, I sprung from my position, and landed on the back of the Buck. He threw his head back, almost poking me in the eye with his oversized rack. I growled and dug my fingers into his bristly fur. He made a noise, and started to run, and buck. My teeth sunk into the Back of his neck, and he stumbled one last stumble and collapsed. I breathed hard, hands balled into fist over-looking my kill. I can't explain what happened, but I knew it was normal--for me at least.
  7. I hefted the Buck over my shoulder with ease, and headed back for my camp. What I didn't relize was that I wasn't the only one here. I stopped, smelling something peculiar on the breeze. I crept towards my makeshift fire, and stuck to the shadows. Something was in my camp. I was about to attack when I spotted the intruder. A woman, about 5'6" sat down next to my fire to warm her hands. She had long, flowing brunette hair, with a slight curl to them. Her eyes were like mine--a peircing ice blue. On her arm blazed a K-8 in a pitch black swirly font. I smiled and made a noise so she would know I was there. "Hello?" she asked, voice like bells "Is someone there?"
  8. "Yes." I finally said coming to my senses. I stepped from the brush, still bloody from the fight that I put up against my kill. She looked at my kill, to my fire, to me. "so this is your fire?" she asked and quickly stood up "I-I'm sorry for intruding, please dont hurt me." she pleaded. "no, it's okay. Please sit down." I replied setting my kill down. She obeyed and sat down, staring hungrily at my kill. I notices how skinny she was, she must have not eaten in days, maybe weeks. "Are you hungry?" I asked softly. Her eyes met mine, and she nodded. I prepared the buck for us, and cooked it well suprizingly. I don't remember cooking anywhere. So, I shared my kill with the girl, giving her most of it. An awkward silence hung in the air, and I tore it down with a simple question "what's your name?"
  9. There was a long pause between my question, and her answer "K-Keight." she said. "Kate? That's a pretty name." I said with a smile. She smiled back nervously. "and your's?" she asked. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. My eyes met her's.
  10. 'what is my name?' I thought.
  11. **CLIFFHANGER** please rate, comment, and most of all--please share with your friends! :D Thanks for taking my quiz! Also don't forget to read the first two paragraphs if you didn't!!

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