Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a glimmer off into the distance too flashy to be a firework. I squinted as if I was seeing an apparition from a sparkle of water. I imagine the shimmering had to be from the firework display, so I immediately brushed it off; however, it still continued after the fireworks finale. At about the time I thought I would investigate my tricky eyes a quick burst shook me off my feet and I fell to the ground as it sucked me into its dark depths. With a mouth full of moist dirt I was yanked through the earth until I was dropped into a pile of soft, rich mud. Every time I tried to stand I slipped. My eyes tried to adjust and I was astounded to be able to make out a profile of a lanky creature that stood looming before me. It's large eyes glowed faint orange and it looked as if it had no nose. His hairless head was long and ill portioned to his thin, lanky body. His nasty grin was toothless, but demonic. I tried to scream with all the muck in my mouth, but no sound emerged. I heard a soft hiss behind me and let out an audible piercing shriek. “I like this one father,” it hissed. “Just watch girl,” he moaned, “It's got to be just right.” I tried to crawl away, but the ground was too murky and I just flopped around like a fish. I gasped as I seen the girl. She was even daintier and less wrinkled. The father took his six fingers down my muddy chest until he reached my belly button then pushed his nail up in. My back arched and I wailed my pain flaring my arms and legs about. “She squirms too much,” the girl moaned. “Silence,” he demanded as his face wrinkled between his large, closed eyes. Worms came forth and wrapped around my arms and legs like chains. They were gooey, but they held me tight. “Much better.” The girl giggled. The father examined his finger nail full of blood. “Very nice. Much better than those menacing birds and squirrels.” “Magical,” the girl exclaimed in a hushed tone. My blood shimmered as he let it spill out of his nail and disappear into the soil. A group of beetles came forth from all around the moist walls of dirt and surrounded me, waiting. With one swift move he closed his eyes, formed his hands together, and swung his arms. The girls eyes lit brighter casting a bright orange glow throughout the hallow cavern. I screamed as he drove a sharp rock through the palm of my hand. The girl started to hum and the father let out one more thrust. Tears streamed down the sides my muddy face giving my cheeks the only warmth the darkness had denied me. I faintly heard the father mumble as the beetles closed in on me. With one stroke of his thin finger he stretched the wound from my navel up to my neck. I sealed my eyes tight as I silently begged for my life to fade away. |
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