PARADISE: WRATH OF CHILDREN [COMPLETED]

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

KATO CAMP, EAST BROTHEL

The loud barking of dogs and men laughter echoed through the night. Jack and Paul peeped through a bush, staring at the few men moving around a place with a few tents, carts and horses.

“Where are we?” Jack asked in a whispered.

“Kato, chambers of men from Yapa,” Paul replied. “It will take a few minutes now to get us to the Owlet woods, which will direct us straight to the Mountain of Bones.”

A few men stood near bins with flames inside exchange sacks of coins. “Where is she?” asked one of them with a greasy looking coat.

A teenage girl walked up to him. Her face looked puffy and bony. Paul’s eyes widened.

A memory of the same but younger self of the teenager flashed in his head.

“Die? The fury bear died?” one of the children with long auburn hair asked holding her teddy bear doll close to her chest, tears clouded in her eyes.

“Yes, the bear did die Zoe but his soul went to Paradise where it apologized to the children and become friends with the children, where they all lived happily ever after,”

“Two hours,” the man in greasy coat said, pulling Paul back to the presence.

“Very well, enjoy,” said the man with a scar on his chin.

The man in a greasy coat wrapped his arm around Zoe heading inside one of the tents.

“Come,” Jack whispered, carefully moving down the few trees. The sight of men in horses heading their way caught their attention. Paul quickly pulled Jack inside one of the tents at the edge.

The sound of horses stumbling past filled their ears. The unpleasant smell suddenly caught their attention. Jack covered his nose with his hand. “What is that?”

 Paul covered his nose with his inner elbow, turning around to catch where the bad odour was coming from.

The sight of a hand from underneath an old scrubby blanket caught their attention. Paul slowly crawled toward it while Jack followed from behind.

Paul moved his hand toward the blanket, moving it. His eyes widened, so did Jack’s one at the sight of the naked teenage girl who had thousand dagger wounds on her bloody body. Her face was swollen and full of bruises. Her ice blue eyes stared at them, full of torture.

A dark memory suddenly came back in Jack’s head.

Two cannibals fighting over her helpless mother, pulling her limbs from both sides into separated directions. “MOTHER!” Jill screamed in agony as he held his hand tightly, eyes wide open.

A sad smile appeared on her face as blood splashed on the snow.

The sound of footsteps approaching caught Paul’s attention. He pulled Jack by his hand who immediately snapped out from his dark memory due to the coldness on Paul’s hand. A hairy hand moved the entrance. Jack and Paul quickly moved out the tent from the back.

The hairy man saw Jack’s boot fade out “HEY!” he yelled. Paul got on his feet helping Jack up.

 “HEY STOP!” he yelled flashing the oil lamp on his hand toward the two children who were running down the shattered trees.

“THEY ARE ESCAPING!” he yelled, setting the men around alert.