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Death’s Dust
First Experience
Crack! Kaboom! I coughed from the smoke that was expanding behind me, filling the room with the smell of burning cinder. The smoke clogged in my throat, forcing me to choke to death. A shadow blurred from the tail of my eye and stalked in the room. It slowly walked towards me. He or she or it was in front of me, the same figures came out from behind, or was it multiplying? I couldn’t fight back the smoke. I truly thought this was the end of me. Everything fell pitch black.
Was this a mirage, a dream? I awoke once more finding the atrocious man in front of me with these… templates besides him. They were surrounding me. I rubbed my eyes. I blinked in case this was the right image. It was real and his grim face would prove reality.
“Don’t move!” he harshly shouted, “For a young lady like you, I should spare The Child of God,” he mumbled under his preferences, lowering his noggin and raising it again. “But I despise the way you use the impious amulet! You are a mere luminary seraph of obscure power! Give me the blasted entity forthwith!” The templates formed a gust of bitter wind around them, unraveling the clones that were made, that was… the atrocious man. My eyes dilated, my toes scrunched together, getting ready to make a run, and my mouth clenched in horror.
I jerked the covers the off of me, and ran to the opening from the wall. I tripped over my foot that was tangled within the sheets, running away from the atrocious man and his dreadful clones. BAM! The opening wasn’t real, an illusion I’ll say! I turned around horrified with all of these clones around me.
I stood there in terror, not knowing what to do. I couldn’t move. My nervous system didn’t withdraw the signal. Kill me now, I thought. It was no use of running away at this time; it was a better choice to see my mother incidentally. Instead, the atrocious man couldn’t see me! I was still huddled against the wall, finding a silent way out of this mess. The only exit I could find was the door.
A tingle of surges circulated throughout my entire body. I felt as if I had the power to stand and sweep him out of my sight! I held the talisman in my hands, glowing with the color of god’s purity. I levitated above the ground, with six wings annexed to my back, was I flying? Am I really a genuine seraph, the highest class of the celestial hierarchy, or did I have birds crammed against me like cement? I felt like a feather, swiftly flying on the air. I was no longer solid.
“ Stop! Freeze! You are under arrest for escaping murder scene and attempts to assassinate Lady Maya!” shouted a voice at the door. The door busted open, revealing the people behind it. “Hooray! Police!” I thought. I landed on the ground, solid again, and my wings shifted and disappeared. I quickly ran behind the police. “He ha-has power, magic, some kind of thingamajig! He controls some type of sorcery!” I stuttered. “ Magic, sorcery? Ha! There is no such thing. What have you filled this young lady’s head with, my laddie? We shall execute him, you’ll see.” Replied the police.
The atrocious man laughed a dry cackle, “I guess I should play along with these lowlifes…” narrowing his eyes and a pale, dark halo formed above his eyes.
In the center of the town, we hung the atrocious man on the gallows. Though he didn’t look… dead. His eyes never rolled, and his head never twisted or made a sound. It was just a fixed stare on me. I was watched like a hawk, being observed by my every move. He didn’t breathe, but I could still hear his slow heartbeat, pelting the cold, hollow drums. I couldn’t help but look back into his eyes, ignited with Hades’ strength.
They didn’t care to bury him, so they threw him in the sea, face-down to the bottomless main. He floated away like a barrel, full of miracles and wonders. I thought I saw him raise his head, to look at me again. He stood on the waters, smiling and reached out to grab me. I flickered my eyes to the sun and looked back to the dead man. Just imagining that he would grab me, but he still faced the sea, a still life picture. I ran to the cemetery, fearing that the fiend would really fly across the sky to grab me.
 Mokochocolatte · Sat Dec 01, 2007 @ 12:15am · 0 Comments |
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