Home Wreckers Ch. 12:
A few weeks went by and Fawn saw no sign of any more monsters slipping though to the Light World. She was glad because she had a performance the next week. All of her hopes and dreams depended on this one show. People would be there, people that could put her on Broadway, people that could send her to the stars and moon and then make again. She needed and pleaded for this show to go as planned.
The walk home seemed more peaceful today. The sky was overcast and the wind was blowing north. The uptown half of town was slower than usual for this time of year. The town held an annual Apple Butter festival that was starting in just a few days and no one was round yet. The parking lots would have been flooded by now with cars fighting for the spots. Right now, business was surely not booming. I had had to walk past a small orchard on the way home from school that Friday afternoon. Glancing over I noticed the farmer resting beside a larger tree. He looked so very placid that it all most made me jealous until I walked further down the road, my eyes now glued to his leg. The phrase "eat your heart out" was literal to this guy. It was still beating beside his thigh, the strings of connective tissue still strung out from the massive hole in his chest cavity.
I clutched my mouth and stomach at once, freezing in my tacks. It looked like a vulture, but bigger much, much bigger. It towered over his shredded remains and peered at me. A calmness fell over me at once, one of its' power no doubt. My body told me to be frightened, but the sensors in my brain told me to relax.
The bird took flight, soaring through the air with such blinding speed it was invisible to the naked eye. Then it jabbed me in the forehead with a talon, making me scream and duck to the ground even if the blow had all ready been inflicted. I scrambled to my feet, but only to be clawed at again; this time its sharp talons sunk deep within my shoulder blades and then pushed them apart. Severing some of the tissue that held them together.
I could sense the pressure welling up from all the blood that was let free. It was seeping through my skin, but it was flooding from the open wound faster. The beast took its' arrow head and flipped me over onto my back, I groaned, causing hot, stinging tears to roll from my tears ducts This was the end of me, my life. If I had listened to mom that I would home surrounded by my parents and new found friends...
"Help." I whispered. They didn't have to hear, but I had to make the noise at least.
They would come, every single cell in their bodies would sense the call of danger and they would come. I had read that in the Black Magic book so it had to be true. I coughed up blood immediately after I tried to speak. A claw had sliced and then punctured a hole by my collar bone. I yelled again, hoping in a ditch effort that the frantic cry would scare the bird away. It didn't.
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