Re: Share your Short Stories
(here's another one I wrote last year)
Daily Dose of Terror:
To hear the laugh. The cackle of doom. To see the death, the hate, the pain. Yelling and screaming, people getting dragged away. I watch in terror. The next victim was chosen. A man in my line. Heís getting dragged by dark shadowy hands, dragged to his horrible fate. Where weíll hear his mournful cry, the screams, the moans, and the groans. Nobody goes down without a fight. They try, but the die quicker. Dragged into a room at the end of the hellish hall. Hearing a strange drill whirr with excitement. His scream, oh how a man can scream if he wants. The sudden halt of his vocal noises, followed by a pleading. The drill whirred louder, squealing into something. Something soft. A body. Hearing the splatter of his death against the walls of the deadly room. Making no noise as silent tears fall down my cheeks. He had two ĎXís on his hand. Like me. I was next. I knew it. A gurgle of strange words. Two shadowed figures walk out. Carrying body parts away. One marching back towards or huddled group. A finger, long a bony, pointing, at me. Yelping in terror, I try to scramble away, but the ropes that held me, burned like fire. Crying silent tears, I prayed in my mind that I would go to a happy place. Hands reached around me, fingernails like knives dug into my body. They cut the rope. I had a chance, then and there, to go. Many people tried it before, but they killed them, in front of our eyes. I look at their faces. They looked sad, and angry. Hate and sorrow. Unsure whether to kill or free. I looked deep into their soul. They had no heart; they had a soul, but no heart. Fury took over the pain and hurt in their eyes. They dragged me. I spoke. They stopped. I asked to walk with dignity. They nodded. Saying it was the least they could do, for my kind. I stood, wiping away the tears. Standing proud, standing strong. Walking with the guards either side of me. I walked to the door. I shall not scream, nor cry, nor shout. I will do this with pride and honour. I shall not scare the souls of the other live ones, as they are the worst effected. The door opened. A thin bony hand beckoned me in. The guards pushed me in, quickly. As if they might have changed their mind. The hand reached towards me, grabbing my arm, pulling me into the eternal darkness. I heard the whirr of the drill, as it prepared again. Do not cry, do not scream. Do this with honour. I was placed on a table. Still surrounded in empty nothingness. Something sparkled in the darkness. I knew what it was. The eyes of who or whatever had placed my on the table. The drill got closer, closer to my head. Breathing deeply. I was scared, yes, but I was not afraid. Gulping in the sweet precious air, I shut my eyes tight. Throwing the thoughts of the horror near my head. Pulling in the sweet, sweet memories of my childhood. My mother, my family. Life before the murder and slaughter. I sighed. I was being caressed in the arms of my mother. Sheíll meet me soon, she says. I nod. The drill touches my head. I am surrounded by a brilliant light.
Iím home, I thought.
Yeah I'm free...