Saturday, May 7, 2005

more of my story
I didn’t care at the moment. The beast was huge, or maybe that’s just how I perceived him, its flesh, or scales or whatever it had was black. Its eyes were yellow like a cat’s with vertical pupils and felt like they could pierce your very soul, its hair was black and stringy, and its teeth were white and fanged. The rest of his body was muscular; its muscles almost looked too big for his body. But three other features held my attention the longest, the first were its two horns coming out of its forehead; they were curved in such a way as to appear as though it were wearing an iron crown. The second was its tail; long and snakelike it writhed behind it as it walked out of the cave. The third and most terrifying thing about its body were its wings, they were huge and batlike extending out from his back like two huge tumors they blew lightly in the breeze. He stood before me and then he began to laugh.
“So you awakened me,” he said, he didn’t speak English but the meaning came to me just the same, “I should thank you, but how? I could let you live and see the result of your decision, or I could kill you and save you that agony. Yes, I believe that’s what I’ll do, I’ve had an unquenchable thirst for blood for years.”
I was too scared to say anything, to run, barely even to think. My heart felt like it was going to pound out of my chest and breathing was almost impossible. He began walking slowly towards me as though savoring my fear. The gleam in his eyes told me I was going to die and there was nothing I could do about it. So, I sat there, paralyzed with fear, just waiting, waiting to die.

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