Cereal Killer

They all collected together in the surface, each one trying to get away, far away, from the impending doom. 

They knew it was coming when they heard the creak of the cabinet door. They knew it was coming, but they never knew what it was.

They are lifted in the air, jostled around, only to be slammed onto a surface.

Light starts creeping through the top, making it's way through all of the space that they have, in between each of us. 

The surface protecting us from the light is pulled back, the other one too, soaking us all in the light after being in the dark for so long. 

We don't dare make a sound. 

The space we're in, that little bit at the top that was all bunched together, is unrolled.

We're moved again, this time at an angle.

Pointing down.

We try and retreat as far as possible, but there's only so far we can go. 

One by one we tumble out. But I'm fine, I won't fall. 

In a world like this it's every man for himself.

But the man behind me, he falls. And brings me with him.

And we fall. 

And fall.

And fall.

Until I land on top of the others, all of whom refuse to make a sound. 

The container we're in, it's not as big as the other one, and there's no top. So I have a perfect view of the beast. The controller. Or one of them anyway.

One of the Gods who decide if we live or die. 

There's a halo of light around the top, a shocking color looking back at me, and I cringe inwardly. Not a sound. Not a peep.

I don't know what will happen next. 

I don't like not knowing.

The thing that I've spent my life in since I was made stopped dropping us out, and a new one is lifted by a squiggly thing attached to the god, with five smaller squigglies wrapping around it, lifting it up, and tipping over us.

At first I think it might be more of us, and then I realize that it's something else.

Something that works it's way through all of us. 

That starts making us softer.

And I can feel the fight draining from me, barely taking notice that we are moving again, this time a little bit lower.

I'm jarred out of my nature when something is stuck in by us, lifting the stuff out along with some of the others. 

A hole opens up at the bottom of the top of the God, and they all go in. 

The thing that lifted them comes out, but they are nowhere to be seen.

Again.

And Again.

When I feel it go under me to lift me up feeling still hasn't returned. 

Everything is so dark inside, it almost feels like home.

And that's when the screaming starts.

Me? I barely felt a thing.

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When I first started writing this it was just supposed to be a joke type thing, but it got really deep there.

That whole 'Every man for himself' thing doesn't work because when one of us fail, it effects us all.

Anyway, that's all.