Random Writing

mmh

eh no one will read this so I'll put it up. i wrote this late. i am tired. so it is prob really bad, don't feel like looking over it okay here it is
also I found a pretty picture but it's not mine.

She was pressed up against a wall. The damp and moldy stones pressed into her back, but she paid them no heed as she clutched her abdomen, blood spilling out from between her fingers.

The figure a few meters in front of her let out a loud laugh, a maniacal giggle that caused the girl to begin to shake, tears forming in her frightened eyes.

The laughing continued for a few more seconds, and then stopped suddenly. Before the girl against the wall could move, she looked up to see the tall, thin figure pull out a large explosive from behind her.

This was it. The tears began to roll down her cheeks, and she closed her eyes. The sound of the fuse being lit caused her to squeeze her eyelids shut tighter. Tiny pinpricks of color soared across the darkness behind her eyes.

And then the whooshing sound of the explosive slicing through the air, and a deafening explosion that caused the girl's ears to ring, and then silence.

She opened her eyes.

Her surroundings were still there. She couldn't hear very well, but for the most part she could imagine that both the birds singing and the wind blowing through the trees were still there too.

She looked straight in front of her. Her breath hitched.

A large figure stood in front of her. It was rounded and made a very quiet jingling noise, like the noise keys make, as it fell to the ground.

The girl rushed forward, removing one hand from her stomach and gasping in pain as she sat down next to the odd being, resting her hand on its long white mane.

Something covered its face--a mask, maybe, with three dimly glowing circles etched into the wood. She felt as though she should not remove it, and thus she did not.

She moved her hand down to where she presumed its chest was. There was no beat. She could not tell if this was because otherworldly creatures did not have a heart beat or if it simply was dead already.

But before she could ponder it further, the heaving of its body and the rasping jingling noise answered her question. It was barely alive.

A large gaping hole was where the rest of its body should be. There was no blood; instead there was a thick shining liquid of sorts, glimmering in the pale moonlight as it trickled down onto the rocky ground. The girl wasn't sure what she should do, so she did nothing but stare down at the strange creature.

"You saved me," she coughed. "W-why?"

The creature did not answer. Instead the same jingling noise came again, though this time it was less pained and more amused.

The girl looked up. Her assailant was gone, and the weapons gone with her.

The creature had large, gloved hands, and one released a golden horn, which fell down onto the dirt unceremoniously. The girl reached over and picked it up.

It shimmered in the light as she examined it. She frowned, not quite understanding what it was.

The creature shuddered, and she returned her attention over to it. The glowing light behind the mask was slowly starting to fade.

She tried to return the peculiar item, the horn, back into its hands. It pushed it away, and she held it, confused.

She jumped, startled, as the horn began to emit a deep, haunting melody. It slowly raised in pitch, and then lowered again, and then the creature made its faint key-jingling laugh again.

Thus, the horn stopped letting out its odd tune and instead fell silent. So did the creature, as its shaking breaths drew to a halt, and the light behind the mask finally faded away completely.

The girl sniffled and wiped a tear from her eye as she watched the creature's body begin to glow. It shone brightly, its form shimmering and waving as if only a hallucination, yet the girl understood that it was not.

She watched still as the body split apart with a loud crack into thousands of pieces, which all glowed brightly as they rose upwards towards the clouds. The girl raised her gaze and watched as the particles vanished into the clouds.

Then, without warning, the clouds blew away. Not gradually, but rather as though an unnatural force had pushed them out of the way suddenly, and then they were gone, disappearing into the darkness. There were few stars, though three stood out in particular. They were positioned in the formation of the circles on the mask, the girl realized as she stared, eyes wide.

And then, as though it had never happened, the three large stars began to fade, until they were completely gone. All that remained were the tiny white lights in the sky, years away yet so close.

The girl looked back down again. The blood-like substance was gone from the ground, vanished just like the stars in the night sky. But as the girl stood, her free hand grasping the golden horn, she could've sworn she'd heard it; the jingling. Before she could listen closely, however, the sound was gone, replaced instead by the ringing of her ears and the peaceful silence of the night.