He laid on top of me with my body
I nod slowly, terrified.
It was tall and sickly green – the color of Zac’s pocketknife before it grew into a scythe.
It was a high-pitched fusion of the feedback of a microphone and shrill screech of a piccolo.
Its body was boney with little bits of rotting flesh, like a skeleton. Instead of hands, it had giant claws like a crab’s, and a scorpion’s tail with an oil slick black stinger. My eyes traced over the two wings of bare bone that emerged from its upper back, only a thin film of black clinging onto them.
Two things happened at once. The thing whipped its arm out, shoving Adam into a tree with the back of its claw, and shot a gleaming, black arrow straight at me. It whistled through the air, and within seconds, lodged itself in my stomach with a sharp stab.
There was a bubbling in my torso that caused me to scream through gritted teeth and arch my back. I doubled over and clutched at nothing in particular for mercy.
I gasped and reached to touch her, ignoring the stab of pain my movement shot up my body.
its eyes vacant like my mothers’.
Something exploded from the trees with a loud noise.
It had a cone shaped head with no eyes
oil slick black stinger
The beast tilted his head and perked its pointed ears, listening.
“Lying…lying…LIAR!”
It lunged for Adam and clamped its claws together with a loud snap. I flinched and gasped, and it froze.
and shot a gleaming, black arrow straight at me.
but my answer was cut off when I saw my next stage of torture. My mother was standing before me, her arms open as if ready to embrace me, her face turned up into a welcoming grin.
“Ronnie! Stop making noise!” Adam grunted, and I spotted him trying to hold back the demon in the corner of my eye. “The demon tracks you by the sounds you make.”