PARADISE: WRATH OF CHILDREN [COMPLETED]

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

CAN’T HAVE IT ALL

Both the two children flew out the tube onto the cold snowy ground, masked with a few rotten vegetables. A groan escaped both the two children’s lips. The whole stone-built house behind them, which was a few distance away tumbled down. What was once their prison was no more.

Paul slowly got on his feet, walking over to Pamela who was helping herself up. Even without the moon they could perfectly see in the dark. “They dead?” Pamela asked her eyes focused on the tumbling down house.

“Yes, they are all dead, now let’s go,” helped her up.

She held on him tightly, groaning. “Come,” held her left hand, heading for the misty trees which surrounded them. Claymore woods, that was where they were.

The sudden loud banging sound caught their ears. Paul stopped walking so did Pamela who tightened her grip on Paul’s hand. He slowly turned back. The Baphomet flew out the rubble spreading its wings wide in the air. Paul and Pamela’s eyes widened. “Paul,”

Paul’s body tensed. The Baphomet seemed to have sensed their stare. It turned to face them, flying straight for them roaring angrily, allowing harsh wind with a terrible odour, rushing through the trees.

 “RUN!” Paul yelled, pulling Pamela up the steep snow.

Their bare feet dug on the snow, misty gasps leaving their lips. Paul felt his lungs screaming for air and knew Pamela will soon fail to run further. Being cooked in the Midget’s house for two revolution was baring results at that moment, it was the reason they couldn’t run further anymore.

Pamela dropped on her knees breathing heavily. Paul pulled her up and they proceeded running while the flapping of wings got nearer. “Faster Pam,”

They ran through the thick mist as they hid behind a tree. The sound of wings flapping grew closer. Paul wrapped his hand around Pam's tiny body, the cleaver knife at hand.

Pamela’s big bright eyes clouded in tears and fear as she held on Paul’s loose greasy shirt.  Paul’s grip on the knife tightened, his chest rising and falling. The flapping sound seemed to fade away.

Its presence fading along it. A deep breath of relief escaped Paul's lips as his grip on his knife loosened a little. “Come let’s keep moving,” he said getting up. 

Pamela also got up, still holding on Paul’s loose shirt. “We will be fine, okay,” Paul said through gritted teeth.

She nodded dumbly, tears running down her cheeks. “I will get us to paradise, I promise you Pam,”

She nodded. Without warning huge claws snatched Paul by the waist and flew in the air taking, Pamela along. A scream left Pamela’s lips as her grip on Paul loosened, but Paul held her by her left hand.

“Hang on Pam!” he yelled, reaching his other hand toward her, causing the cleaver knife to get tossed into the trees below, his hand holding Pamela’s hand. “I got you,”

“I'M SCARED PAUL!” she screamed.

Paul violently ran his teeth on the huge Baphomet's thick hand, repeatedly Blood splashed on his face as the Baphomet roared in agony letting go of him. Air rushed through both Pamela and Paul lungs who were heading for the huge trees below, screaming.

Their grip on each other’s hands loosened. The Baphomet flew below Paul and snatched Pamela from below then flew higher.

“PAUL!” she screamed in tears.

“PAM!” he yelled in agony, stretching his hand out in hopes for the shadow he knew would not show up to show up but…

 Nothing, nothing happened, instead he headed for the ground below, the image of Pamela biting the Baphomet repeatedly slowly fading as it flew higher and further. “PAM!” tears rolling out his eyes while stretching his hands further but still… nothing happened. “PAM!”

His bony body finally hit the tree top which was covered with snow, continuously dropping onto the next branch which traced his skin, blood leaking from his exposed skin. Screams and groans left his lips as he hit the next to the next branch till, he reached the thin layer of ice below, which broke setting him inside the freezing water.

His body insisted to fight the water rushing through his nose and mouth but deeper he drowned. His lungs slowly losing power and breathe.

“Pa…” his words suffocated in the water, his body getting heavier so were his eyelids.

His body sank deeper in the freezing water. Light slowly shone as a hand held his bony arm and his eyes lost focused and the reality of life, sinking to the darkness.

Author's Note💙

Okay guyz this scene literally took my energy. What do u think of it?