The forest (One take)

The message and The messenger

Hot beady sweat spewed out of every pore on my face, a brisk Saturday morning. In my opinion an early morning run was the best way to get over a hangover and an excuse to leave my phone at home after all I much preferred the sound of birds singing that my phone continuously ringing. I took the liberty to find my own path through this immensely large forest. After running cluelessly into the deep depths of the forest, the orchestra of birds singing began to die down and everything became dead silent except for the morbid noise coming from off the path. I became absurdly inquisitive by what was lurking down there.

Curiosity killed the cat, the back of my sick demented subconscious whispered to me, I would've laughed at the statement but both my subconscious and my sanity were drastically ebbing away. I rushed behind a tree to see a few meters away from me a man, feeble and distorted slumped against the kapok tree who began to fearfully howl, bellow and whimper in immense trepidation as he gauged on the cloth staring into his gaping mouth. Standing in front of the man was deaths finger man, a tall dark haired man with excessively tanned skin. He had a wooden face and nefarious eyes along with a hubristic stance and at his side stood death himself. Death gave off an occasional wagging hematite as his jocular grin touched the furrows of the man's forehead. I could hear the man praying but only I could hear him, I remained sheltered behind a tree, fear physically throttled my throat, it was genuinely the only thing stopping me from disgorging the booze from the night before. The man was so civil doing the devils work it Made my stomach oddly shrivel up, he held his head up as death dug deep into his head as if he was looking deeper into this weepers soul being stolen by the reaper.

Death quickly jolted back as the bullet kissed him leaving her red lipstick as his frontal bone cracked  the noise rang through the entire forest and my skin went ghostly pale as red syrup etched out of the soulless gaping out hole, the man had been executed. I swung back against the tree, I couldn't withstand the smell as cold sweat and hot tears drenched down my face, I turned back to see the dead man's inky black eyes and death along with his companion walking off. I urgently rushed over to the lifeless body but at the site of him I was as lifeless as the lump skin in front of me. The tree was painted with splattered blood and note, " you watched it all and did nothing to save him - G.R."