PARADISE: WRATH OF CHILDREN [COMPLETED]

CHAPTER FIVE

FOLLOW THE SONG

The arms of an analogue clock on the wall spun non-stop as a loud giggle filled the whole forest. Gruesome bodies scattered on the muddy ground. A bony hand carrying a hand watch, held his hand. Trees before him started falling down as a loud roar escaped through them setting out harsh wind toward him. His eyes widened.

Paul’s eyes peeled open, gasps leaving his cracked, dry lips. His eyes ran around the dark night he was in. He shifted his dark eyes onto his rising and falling chest.

His eyebrows knitted, noticing Pamela was gone. “Pam,” he said in panic getting on his feet looking around. “Pam!”

The tiny boot prints on the snow suddenly caught his attention. He quickly, pushed his body up, getting on his feet. He needed to move.

“Pam!” following the boot prints, knowing well they belonged to Pamela.

  He started jogging after the boots prints as fast as his big boot could. His eyes squinted, seeing a figure ahead.

“Pam!” realizing it was Pamela.

She was a few distance away from him, moving north, never stopping. “PAM!” he yelled, running after her.

Sweet melodies suddenly faded in his ears. He immediately stopped, looking around. The melodies got closer. He blinked, his surrounding changing.

“P…” his voice trailed off, when he noticed his surroundings were …

The blue sky with chirping birds came to his view. He slowly moved his upper body up sitting upright. He had been lying down? He stared at his hands before looking around the thousand yellow flowers around him.

 A white butterfly flew past him as his eyes followed it. Pamela who was a few distance from him came to his came to his view. She wore a long white loose dress.

“Pam,” he softly whispered under his breath, getting on his feet.

She turned to face him, a smile curving up her round face. She waved at him. He slowly got on his feet, walking over to her. His feet walking over the yellow flowers, which made him feel lighter then when he walked on snow.  “Paul, come,” she yelled.

Paul started running after her heading up the bumpy hill with white daisies. Pamela finally stopped on the top of the hill under a willow tree allowing gasping for air Paul to finally catch up. He moved toward her, finally stoping beside her. Pamela's cold hand held Paul’s hand.

“Is this reall…”

“We made it, we made it Paul,” she cut him short.

Paul’s eyes widened, staring at the thousand children playing before them. “We are in Paradise.”

“Paradise?”

“Yep, Paradise, Paul,”

After that sentence he turned to face Pamela. He looked at her left hand.

“Yep? Did you just say yep? And your finger... it’s healed,” he pointed out. “This isn’t real, is it?”

Pamela rapidly moved her hand away from his hand. The whole place started falling apart. “Clever are you little creature,” Pamela said, her face peeling.

A skinny old weary face appeared before him. It had a long nose with a mole. Paul’s eyes widened realizing he was back to the presence, in the woods, with scattered trees, under the full moon.

He was tied with a thick rope around his whole body like a sausage. The three unfamiliar faces appeared before him. There were two muscular creatures with an ape structure but man faces with big noses and sewn lips. A nightmare for children.

 The third one was the short skinny creature with a long nose with a mole carrying a flute. It wore a grey coat matching the two men ape creatures.

Camp fire engulfed behind them and the smell of roasted meat and blood filling Paul’s nose. Men, it was men blood he could tell from it smell. The steel bucket with human organ’s suddenly caught his eyes. It was clear they had slaughtered a man for a feast.  His forehead frowned.

One of the men ape creatures shoved Pamela who seemed to be in deep sleep inside the sack.  “Don’t touch her!” Paul yelled.

The short creature walked over to Paul who realized the short creature's face was full of disgusting red blisters.

“It talks,” the short creature said in a gruffy voice, moving its disgusting hand with two big fingers towards Paul’s face.

Paul’s eyes widened pushing his body away from the disgusting creature. “Pack!” the short creature ordered, fasination still painted on it face.

One of the men ape creatures picked Paul up, who wiggled, trying to free himself.

“Let go of me!” he demanded while being tossed inside the huge sack. “LET ME OUT!”

The short creature moved the flute onto its disgusting mouth, playing it causing Paul to sink into another lovely dream while the men ape creatures picked the sack and flung it over its strong shoulder, following the second ape men creature carrying the sack with Pamela.

Author's Note💜

Left u in a cliffhanger! What do u think will happen next?♡︎