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And now, here I am. I lie upon the church's floor, bleeding. Although I was unconsious during the time that beast killed Sarah, I can still hear her screams. She called to her God for help, and she was denied.
Now I lay here, my head facing towards the body next to me. She looks beautiful, even in death. Not a smear of blood marks her face, and she looks very much at peace. I almost thought she could still be alive, that the man didn't want to kill us but wanted us out of the way.
But then I remember those points of fiery red light, and I dont even have to look down at her waist where she was seperated from her legs to know she died. But I did anyway. Just to make sure.
Now I get down to buisness. I move both of my feet, and feel no pain. I bend my knees, and I only feel a slight stifness on my right knee. I suppose that's the knee I fell on. I move my fingers, one by one, and feel no pain. I then bend my elbows, and they are fine too. I try to push myself up with my arms, and I get myself halfway up before I feel a hot blast of pain emanate from my left shoulder. I cry out, and fall back down. Hard. I begin to cry again, but I toughen up rather quickly. I try to remember why my arm would hurt me so, and then the answer comes in the form of a vision. Or maybe more like a daydream... Anyways, I see the memories that my brain tried to hide. The ones right before I blanked out.
I see the sword come down upon my shoulder and I hear the meaty sound, THLUTCH, as it cuts deep into my shoulder, I watch as the blood sprays from the wound, I feel the hot blood splash onto my face, and I taste the blood as it goes into my mouth as I scream.
The man grabs me before I fall, and yanks the blade out of me. I scream anew from the worse pain of the blade being ripped out of my wound. He holds me a bit longer, and whispers something to me before he lets me go and I fall to the floor. But it seems my brain doesn't think I'm ready for it, because it withholds the memory of those words. I figure it's right. I am not quite near to panicing, but I am very, very close. I close my eyes, and I welcome the darkness...
 demondwarmeX2 · Sat Nov 25, 2006 @ 07:18pm · 0 Comments |
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