Just something I wrote out of boredom...
Flying
Demon
A
sudden silence fell across the room, only the child with one eye
noticed. There they lay dead, dozens of men and women; many more
either injured or unconscious.
A women calling for her spouse, yet no one calling back. One man
crushed by the demon, another burnt to a crisp by the fire it shot
out. The earth shot up as it slid across the now broken pine floor.
It's still
alive. The
child noted, it's still alive.
It
flew through the wall as if it did on accident, but it must have been
on purpose. It's body resembled a birds, though it was from hell. It
was spewing balls of brimstone, causing at least four deaths, each
one of them tearing through like paper. Shards of wine glasses
costing at least 10 gold coins, scattered through out the room, like
a pieces to a puzzle that could never be put back together again.
It
took ten minutes for the fire to descend back into the demon, gasping
for its last breath, it let out a final blast of fire and black
smoke, causing the last remaining window to shatter.
The
child descended the amazingly undamaged staircase, toward the demon.
The smoke was still rising, but every second it got less, and less
visible until it disappeared.
Snakes, it
has snakes painted on it.. The
child said to himself, looking at what seemed to be two black snakes
laying on-top of each other, forming a crooked cross. It's
a flying demon. The
child followed it to the demons head, which reminded him of a bean,
with two blades stretching from it. He glanced down to see his
fathers crushed body, his eyes empty. He felt nothing; he was still
trying to figure out what happened, and he never really thought much
of him. He looked up and down demons body, until he noticed
something, it was a man!
The
man seemed to be alive, but only just. He was was wearing a dark blue
uniform, with a red band and it too had the snakes on it. “Where am
I?” The man whispered, barely opening his eyes.
Before
the child could answer, the man fell unconscious. After about five
minutes, the boy left the man, looking for his mother. As he was
walking around, he noticed out of the sixty-four In attendance, only
twenty-one survived, a little less of half of whom were unconscious.
He
looked around, until he saw her, laying on the ground. He walked over
to her, and sat down beside her.
“Mummy?
Wake up mummy!” He cried; grabbing onto her hand, “Mummy wake
up!”
Her
eyes shot open, and looked at him. She sat up as quickly as possible,
then hugging him. “Isaac! You're alive Isaac, thank God!”
They
hugged each other for as long as possible, until the child looked up
at her and asked, “Mummy, what is that thing?”
She
glanced up at it, thought she did not have the proper words for it,
she knew whatever it was, it certainly was nothing she'd ever even
heard of. Though if she did know what it was, it would be called
something wouldn't of even heard of for many of years, an airplane.
She
shook her head, “I do not know. But whatever it may be, it's from
hell. That I do know, my son.”
The
End
