Malin and Herrick hanged out in the cafe of a less crowded destination to start off their day. Even though the young fire fairy body is still sore on his lower back, this was the third time he winced, his hand supporting on his hip bone, Herrick smirked.
"Agh, my ass hurts man... how did I get myself into this?"
"I have no idea. We'll remember soon, or if it's something disgusting we did and not know about it, than it's probably best not to."
"You're right, maybe."
"I know I am."
Herrick sipped his mocha cappuccino. "Anyway, you should eat first bro, you look more thinner last time I met you."
"Sorry." Malin shyly stare away, eating his pumpkin muffin. Hearing his partner chuckle by taking one examine. "You're such a shy fellow, Malin."
He was given a playful, small shove after a 'shut up'. To which Herrick pulled Malin into a side hug.
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Later, as they were walking by on the sidewalk. One of the two notice that there was a enormous crowd, standing behind emergency signs that said. 'Keep away!' 'Don't step on the bodies!' 'Stay behind signs'
"What's going on over there?" Herrick asks, catching Malin's attention. "What do you mean?"
"Look."
As the curious youth stared at the similar direction, he too, seen the cramped, chattering civilians.
"Well, let's check it out then. Look at their antennas; they seem petrified about something."
The duo wandered by, cutting in front of the columns of the people, when seeing what was up, they couldn't believe their eyes.
Three dead Fairians; Murdered in the most gruesome ways, performing a scene to everyone's mortified faces: intestines scattered throughout the arena, blood seeping out of scratched out eyes, lost jaws, heads, arms, legs, torsos, plucked wings, even ripped hearts. Most out of the victims were eaten from their torso, exposing the bones, ribs especially. Like chicken.
Malin wanted to puke so bad, he clenched his stomach. Shivering on what he seen.
Out of the years he lived, this never happened once in his life.
He couldn't tear his eyes away from the traumatic, nauseating scenery. Herrick even noticed, he grabbed the sickened friend, pulling themselves out of the way, as they walked by, questions clamored, filling their ears.
"What happened?"
"What is going on?"
"How did they get like this?"
"Why is this happening to us?"
"Who is doing this?"
"Is this a prank? This is not funny."
They're right. Who IS doing all this? Each week or basically with no warning, massacres of small sections happen recently. That was what bothered Malin, now not only feeling nauseous, but really anxious too.
His stomach churns at the overwhelming sensations, he gagged, his mouth feeling more moist, a acid taste forming with his queasy expression.
"H-Herrick..."
"Hmm?"
"I t-think ... I need to puke... like, right now...!"
The Fairian dashed to a nearby building, while Herrick charged after. "W-wait up!"
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Wanderless
Short StoryMeeting Malin Tigre, a lowly introvert. Who's currently dealing with a difficulty of a hospitalized family member, but struggles with his personal life of maintaining his job as an artist. Viewing of his foggy, miserable and maddening sight of Helv...
