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Outcast, Ch. 5
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 Created on 6-18-07
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The day is quiet. Bright, not past midday, but quiet nonetheless. There is a strange mist crawling along the ground. Threes do not grow here, wild monsters do not dare speak the name. Of what, though? What sort of black teeth twist their sharp nails through flesh of stone to poison it’s body and even kill the soul? What monsters lurk in the shadow, the misty chill of an icy death? We creep, making no sound, daring not, attempting not to breathe. A desolate wasteland, a ghostly array of grass and intimidated trees for even the waters dare not flow here.
There is something ahead, something dark with white flesh. It remains a figure. We creep closer. My grip tightens on my arrow. My eyes wander along the river of blood, the dirt path leading straight to this white monster. It’s size is incapable of measurement for no mortal man could comprehend it’s massive body. It calls to me, a low and distant cry, a cry from an empty grave. The winds carry it’s haunted words, yet dead but alive with fear.
My heart pounds. Our pace slows nearly to a stance. I can feel it’s breath slither across my damp face, wet with the blood of a monstrosity. Fangs a mile high and sharper than the thorn of a rose gnawing their way into my flesh. I scream, but am drowned within my own blood as my brother is swept away with the falling sunrise. Knives penetrate my skin and fires spread throughout my skull. A hundred chains encompass my body as I am helpless, listening to my beating heart slow to a crawl…slow to a crawl…slow to a crawl…slow to a dead silence. I can hear his low growl.
The mist clears. Nothing remains but a skeleton, white as a phantom yet massive and unmoving. We gaze with our eyes, curious. What sort of creature is this? What happened? What could bring this titan to death, dragged to a grave infested with ghosts and the scum of the world? Another man? Was it the thunder, maybe the dawn? Yes, perhaps the sun pierced his heart, seared his brain and singed his eyes, leaving his body to rot and die. Yes, that is what it was, the simple misfortune of a hostile sun.
But look, the mist clears through the massive bones. The soil, the floor. Why does the floor move?
“My brother,” calls he. “On your shoulder.”
I glance over to find the head of a snake, peering into my eyes. His yellow cornea, his black slits for eyes, seeming not of this world, but of a demon of the next. His tongue stabs the air, creeping in and out of his mouth, a torture chamber of the cruel and damned. I cannot help but stare, drowsy, feeling faint. My head lightens, lifts into the air, spinning around into a dizzy doze. Hypnotic, his gaze, as I fall slowly under his poisonous spell. I swear, I can hear him chuckle, “At last, man-flesh” he seems to say.
Something whips by. A blur. I regain my senses, looking around only to find an arrow through the fiery flesh of the serpent, the deadly venom of the Earth, pinned to the ground, helpless and empty of life. In the bushes, I see a dark man, holding a bow. He runs. We run after.
For miles we run. Over rock and stone, through the trees and under leaves until we come to an empty field. A wheat field.
Listen, there comes a strange rhythm.
There is something ahead, something dark with white flesh. It remains a figure. We creep closer. My grip tightens on my arrow. My eyes wander along the river of blood, the dirt path leading straight to this white monster. It’s size is incapable of measurement for no mortal man could comprehend it’s massive body. It calls to me, a low and distant cry, a cry from an empty grave. The winds carry it’s haunted words, yet dead but alive with fear.
My heart pounds. Our pace slows nearly to a stance. I can feel it’s breath slither across my damp face, wet with the blood of a monstrosity. Fangs a mile high and sharper than the thorn of a rose gnawing their way into my flesh. I scream, but am drowned within my own blood as my brother is swept away with the falling sunrise. Knives penetrate my skin and fires spread throughout my skull. A hundred chains encompass my body as I am helpless, listening to my beating heart slow to a crawl…slow to a crawl…slow to a crawl…slow to a dead silence. I can hear his low growl.
The mist clears. Nothing remains but a skeleton, white as a phantom yet massive and unmoving. We gaze with our eyes, curious. What sort of creature is this? What happened? What could bring this titan to death, dragged to a grave infested with ghosts and the scum of the world? Another man? Was it the thunder, maybe the dawn? Yes, perhaps the sun pierced his heart, seared his brain and singed his eyes, leaving his body to rot and die. Yes, that is what it was, the simple misfortune of a hostile sun.
But look, the mist clears through the massive bones. The soil, the floor. Why does the floor move?
“My brother,” calls he. “On your shoulder.”
I glance over to find the head of a snake, peering into my eyes. His yellow cornea, his black slits for eyes, seeming not of this world, but of a demon of the next. His tongue stabs the air, creeping in and out of his mouth, a torture chamber of the cruel and damned. I cannot help but stare, drowsy, feeling faint. My head lightens, lifts into the air, spinning around into a dizzy doze. Hypnotic, his gaze, as I fall slowly under his poisonous spell. I swear, I can hear him chuckle, “At last, man-flesh” he seems to say.
Something whips by. A blur. I regain my senses, looking around only to find an arrow through the fiery flesh of the serpent, the deadly venom of the Earth, pinned to the ground, helpless and empty of life. In the bushes, I see a dark man, holding a bow. He runs. We run after.
For miles we run. Over rock and stone, through the trees and under leaves until we come to an empty field. A wheat field.
Listen, there comes a strange rhythm.
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Please Login to post comments| On June 27th 2007 peterzshadow Said : | |
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Well... I agree, kinda, with Krista32890. This is different than the others. But that's kind of the problem. I feel like every new chapter is a new story. About the same people (which is good. I like them.), but.. what happened next after what happened in the last chapter? I'm just gettin' a lil' confused. : ) It's still interesting, I just keep getting put on the edge of my seat and then left there. Try to keep going from this exact instant in the story on. Next time you write. That's my advice. : ) What IS the strange rhythm?
Waiting, juliet |
| On June 19th 2007 krista32890 Said : | |
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Very different from the other stories, which is a good thing. still great |
