Blood,
that was all there was, the screams of people had long become distant in my ears,
I stood there unmoving, in my left hand was a hand,
A hand that belonged to the most important person in my life.
I had run a few meters before noticing her hand felt lighter, something didn't feel right, I could tell,
I turned just slightly,
And there in my hand was just a hand with pieces of flesh dangling from it.
What the hell just happened? My mind instantly went blank.
Behind me stood a creature resembling a wolf, it didn't look real or even possible
Three heads moving independently, it's body radiated pure evil.
it paid no attention to me as it dug into something. In front of it,
Already knowing what it could be
but refusing to believe it
I looked below.
Her eyes laid open,the bottom half of her body gone, two of the heads dug into the bottom half
The last head focused on the top half,
I watched as it tore into her inside and ate, intestines blood spilling everywhere,
What was a 14 year old boy like me expected to do?
Run?
But I didn't feel like running,
Cry,?my eyes refused to shed a single tear
My eyes turned blood red, my body went numb, my heartbeat beating twice as fast,
I realized at that moment all I felt was rage.
I looked around me, it wasn't just me, they were every where, each of them different, wings, beaks claws, it was everywhere
Now my eyes locked unto the beast Infront of me,
The one I actually was interested in.
Gently I took a step,
then another
slow, steady and deliberate , then I ran ,
I ran so fast, I had no idea my arm had been broken,
The hand I held my mother with broken when the creature yanked her away from me,
Screaming,at the top of my lungs
I closed the gap and lashed out with her arm
The creature's mouth chomped on the arm
And with a casual flick
I was tossed a few meters towards the highway
My body making a contrasting sound with the tarred road,blood spilled from my mouth, my vision had started fading.
And yet the rage in me still burned all the same.
I tried moving my body, but the same sound was heard again, I let out a horrid scream, it hurts it hurts like shit
I couldn't move I couldn't get up, I couldn't do anything,
But the creature had no such problems,
It had ignored my dead mother and was walking towards me,
It launched, it's hundreds of teeth's formed a spiral in its mouth,
Just in the nick of time I blocked it, using my mother arm to hold back the beast,
I knew the arm wasn't going to hold out longer so I needed to find a way,
Not a way to escape
but a way to kill the creature,
I don't care
anger had overridden reasoning
It was already passing through the Arm when I saw a tiny piece of metal on the floor, I picked it up and slashed its eyes,
It screamed as it staggered back,
Even as I was dying, I still wanted to end it
I began crawling even as my back was broken, every single moment was hell but, this was my chance while the creature was blind
My blood kept pouring out of my mouth with each steps I took,
I had to kill it,
I had to kill it
Now!
I launched myself off the ground the metal from earlier still in my arm,
Just as I got close enough, a truck flew towards my direction, it didn't smash me but the force was enough to break the bridge,
Slowly the crack started, then it broke
The beast had already recovered,
Who the hell threw the truck?
Now killing it had just gotten a whole lot harder
As we fell I watched as the creature fell with me, and all I could still think of was killing it,
I let out a scream of pain,
Stretching my hand, to try and grab unto it,
Only to get smashed in the head by a falling debris,
We both crashed into the waters.and as I slightly opened my eyes, I was already a few feet into the water I couldn't swim I couldn't move my body
I was paralysed all I could do was watch myself drown
My blood mixing with the oceans blue hue,
I knew that creature still lived, a simple fall was most certainly not enough
Why the hell was I dying now? When that creature still lived.
Even at my final moments, as my eyes closed for the last time, all I felt for the last time wasn't memories of those I cared about, .they say your brain picks out good memories when you die so you could die happy
But what I felt wasn't that.
It was pure unfiltered hatred,