TOXIC

TOXIC CHAPTER 2

The wind was passing swiftly through the rustling bushes like some kind of formal dance ritual making a calm whistling noise that gets under your skin, the trees looked as if they were dancing to the sound. The lake beyond the mountains was like stained glass in a chapel it was so beautifully tinted but still so clear you could see the dancing seaweed and scattering fish. The log bridging the gap between the green grass and the dark mountains so thin and frail like a bird trying to fly on its newly developed wings, so sensitive. Walking on it is such an unworldly experience it feels as if floating on some fictional world while the light of the grey moon is creating a lovely white glow on everything beneath it, staying here would be heavenly but alas that is not possible. The light black mountains cascading onto the ground creating a shadow that makes the beautiful lake stand out so much more as if the roaring fire lighting the underworld got through the cracks of the lake and now shine so brightly it's so beautiful I can barely breath. Or maybe...it's the tight vines the monster wrapped around my throat. No wait it might be the poison coursing through my veins. I feel my heart stop and start, can feel every breath as it escapes my lungs and gets pulled back in. How it sees the outside for a mere second and then is pulled back in to its dark prison...inhale...exhale...in...out. I feel like I'm on a rollercoaster my brain going up and down, twisting and turning. I feel like I want to give up and just die already but I know with my luck ill suffer until that thing finally kills me. I can't believe it keeps playing with me like this...actually then again it is a spawn of Satan I bet it finds this entertaining how I want to kill myself and get done with this horrific game I bet I'm not even its first victim all the other devilishly handsome boys like me who sadly had to leave this world at least this monster has good taste in boy...uh err...men, why else would it choose me? Honestly I think this monster has a crush on me that's why it didn't kill me yet, wow...I'm so good looking even the monsters under my bed like me. Maybe I should stop and just accept it but then again the only thing that got me through most of my life is my humor, sarcasm and striking good looks. At that moment I hear a slight scream, just a little whimper in the darkness next to me. I look and I see this beautiful goddess like girl and she is so breathtaking. She has straight fire-engine red hair that has the slightest curls at the tips and its length reached her hips and as the moonlight shone on her face I could see every little detail; her emerald green eyes that hide a thousand secrets I'd like to unravel. Her skin looked so smooth and so delicate I could barely see the gashes on her legs under the white dress she was wearing. Her slight curves showed so elegantly but what was really peculiar is the black leather gloves covering hands all the way to her elbows, she must have just been a real badass, nonetheless I had to help her, had to be her prince charming.