JackG2
05-06-2001, 22:33
Deny me.
Those words chilled her. She wondered why they went through her mind. But it didn’t matter. What mattered was getting her son back. Her only son.
Deny him.
What? What was this thing going through her mind while she walked in the dark hallway? Deny who? Deny ****. She needed to focus. The old man said she needed to focus or she would never survive the test. Test…. Wait….. could the vioces be the test? Is it possible? How so a test? What did the old man say again?
Deny yourself.
****. It was starting again. And she also thought she saw someone in front of her. But she shrugged it off. But then she dwelled on it again. The test. Have to focus.
That’s when the thing smashed into her head. She felt sereing pain in her right temple. She tumbled over on the hard ground, and she got up again. She looked about her to see what hit her. She also felt the warm blood tilcking down her face. Her eyes darted this way and that. And the thing hit her again. This time in her leg. She fell with a crack, and she knew her left leg was broken. ****. She heard it coming in for the kill. Some type of a scraping sound on the hard ground. Could it be a knife or sword or whatever the **** it was! Focus you bitch!, she thought to herself. And she did. She rolled away from the scraping sound. Doing so, she felt something whisk past her, cutting the back of her shirt. ****! The thing was coming back for another round. She tried to focus her eyes in on the thing, but she couldn’t. The scraping sound again. Coming closer. She rolled again. It whisked again, but this time slashing her arm. Blood.
The thing was starting to refocus it’s attack. Gotta fight it somehow. Gotta kill it somehow. She had no clue what to do. She couldn’t run. She couldn’t fight it. She was as good as dead. The scraping began again. And she closed her eyes and thought about her son. Billy! The hell if I’m going to die in this place. So she did the only thing she could think of. She managed to move her broken leg and trip the damn thing. Of corse, doing so chopped her broken leg clear off. Blood flying everywhere. But she didn’t care. She was listening for the large clank on the floor. And sure enough, she did. A large clank. As soon as that happened, she was on top of the thing. Ripping at it. Hitting it. Doing whatever the **** would take! Then she found the knife/sword the thing was using. Still stained with the blood of her leg. She grabbed the knife/sword and tried to find flesh on the thing in the dark. It was starting to get up. That was bad. But then she found the flesh and she aimed, but missed. The thing was up and it had her on it’s back.
She still clunged to the “pointy thingy” in her hands. But she couldn’t plummit it withen the thing without losing the weapon first! So she just hung on tight. Her one leg flaing about. She could of sworn she heard the thing screaming like a little boy. Pathtic. She tried to find the flesh again. She would take the risk of losing the weapon. She found it luckily, and she drove the weapon deep into it’s flesh. The warm blood spraying all over her. She heard the weapon making a wirring noise. Then the weapon broke into some type of a drill, and started drilling deep withen the thing.
The screams wailed on. Blood spewing all around. She still thought it sounded like a little boy……. Oh my god! Could it………… Billy!!!!!!!!!!
It couldn’t be Billy! It wasn’t possible.
The lights in the hall came on. And she could see, that the scraping thing was a big dark contraption, with spikes in the sides. She couldn’t discribe it, but the horror was, it had her son’s face, sewed into the face of the thing. She could see the sticthes around the face, and she could see he was still alive. But not for long. Not with that weapon drilling into his back. The face was shocked and surprised to see the giver of death for him was his own mother!
**** no! **** no! How? Not him! Not him!!! Please god, no!!!
The drill weapon did one final sickning twist and the boy died with one final wail.
Those words chilled her. She wondered why they went through her mind. But it didn’t matter. What mattered was getting her son back. Her only son.
Deny him.
What? What was this thing going through her mind while she walked in the dark hallway? Deny who? Deny ****. She needed to focus. The old man said she needed to focus or she would never survive the test. Test…. Wait….. could the vioces be the test? Is it possible? How so a test? What did the old man say again?
Deny yourself.
****. It was starting again. And she also thought she saw someone in front of her. But she shrugged it off. But then she dwelled on it again. The test. Have to focus.
That’s when the thing smashed into her head. She felt sereing pain in her right temple. She tumbled over on the hard ground, and she got up again. She looked about her to see what hit her. She also felt the warm blood tilcking down her face. Her eyes darted this way and that. And the thing hit her again. This time in her leg. She fell with a crack, and she knew her left leg was broken. ****. She heard it coming in for the kill. Some type of a scraping sound on the hard ground. Could it be a knife or sword or whatever the **** it was! Focus you bitch!, she thought to herself. And she did. She rolled away from the scraping sound. Doing so, she felt something whisk past her, cutting the back of her shirt. ****! The thing was coming back for another round. She tried to focus her eyes in on the thing, but she couldn’t. The scraping sound again. Coming closer. She rolled again. It whisked again, but this time slashing her arm. Blood.
The thing was starting to refocus it’s attack. Gotta fight it somehow. Gotta kill it somehow. She had no clue what to do. She couldn’t run. She couldn’t fight it. She was as good as dead. The scraping began again. And she closed her eyes and thought about her son. Billy! The hell if I’m going to die in this place. So she did the only thing she could think of. She managed to move her broken leg and trip the damn thing. Of corse, doing so chopped her broken leg clear off. Blood flying everywhere. But she didn’t care. She was listening for the large clank on the floor. And sure enough, she did. A large clank. As soon as that happened, she was on top of the thing. Ripping at it. Hitting it. Doing whatever the **** would take! Then she found the knife/sword the thing was using. Still stained with the blood of her leg. She grabbed the knife/sword and tried to find flesh on the thing in the dark. It was starting to get up. That was bad. But then she found the flesh and she aimed, but missed. The thing was up and it had her on it’s back.
She still clunged to the “pointy thingy” in her hands. But she couldn’t plummit it withen the thing without losing the weapon first! So she just hung on tight. Her one leg flaing about. She could of sworn she heard the thing screaming like a little boy. Pathtic. She tried to find the flesh again. She would take the risk of losing the weapon. She found it luckily, and she drove the weapon deep into it’s flesh. The warm blood spraying all over her. She heard the weapon making a wirring noise. Then the weapon broke into some type of a drill, and started drilling deep withen the thing.
The screams wailed on. Blood spewing all around. She still thought it sounded like a little boy……. Oh my god! Could it………… Billy!!!!!!!!!!
It couldn’t be Billy! It wasn’t possible.
The lights in the hall came on. And she could see, that the scraping thing was a big dark contraption, with spikes in the sides. She couldn’t discribe it, but the horror was, it had her son’s face, sewed into the face of the thing. She could see the sticthes around the face, and she could see he was still alive. But not for long. Not with that weapon drilling into his back. The face was shocked and surprised to see the giver of death for him was his own mother!
**** no! **** no! How? Not him! Not him!!! Please god, no!!!
The drill weapon did one final sickning twist and the boy died with one final wail.