Fire's Last Descendant

Chapter 3

          Dedicated to cats3580

             ••• Chapter 3 •••

       We both sorta just stand there in the silence. Just watching each other. In the silence, he has straigthened up and I can see his — or her, or possibly its — full body.

       The thing is a ginormous skeleton. All just bones. It's a human skeleton, that's for sure, but I am hesitant to belive that it could be more. 

       The thing stands 15' tall. Each of it's bones are at least twice, maybe more, than my size. It has to slouch to be able to go without bringing the house down. Each of its bones are maybe two or more times larger than my own. The empty eye sovkets are the sizes of two grape-fruits.

       More moments of silence pass. Finally, I say what I've been itching to do since I first saw it. Something that I'll admit I was too scared to do. I scream. At the top of my lungs.

       The high pitched sound seems to drive the skelteton insane. It roars and falls onto all fours scambling around my house. While he roars furiously, I scramble behind the couch and clutch whatever object I was holding like it was the rest of my life. I suddenly find and urge to look at what ever is in my hand. I find a pencil.

       The little voice inside of me does another face-palm. It tells me, "Right, you're gonna slay a ginormous skeleton that probably wants to eat you with a pencil."

       I mentally slap myself. I throw the pencil aside and hear it clatter to my far right. The roaring stops, and I fear the monster has found me. I slowly sneak around the other side of the couch. The footsteps stop.

      I peek around the side of the couch. There are no bones. I pull myself back and sigh, leaning against the side. I turn my head to the other side and find a toe bone, one that is connected to a foot.

       The little jokester in me says something like, "It's just like in the horror movies!" But I fail to see how my inner funny is helping. I tilt my head to look up and find the large skull looking down at me. It smiles a horrific grin at me and I catch a glimpse of vampire-like teeth, pointier than my own canine teeth.

       My jaw opens wide and I scream again. It reaches down for me, and I swear, one of its fingers graze my dark blue blouse. I scramble out of the way just in time. I grope blindly for another weapon, and my fingers close in around a TV remote. Well, at least it's not a pencil, I think.

       I swing it in front of my face as the skeleton lunges for me. My body tells me to roll out of the way as the skull of the giant creature crashes against our mahogany dining table in the next room. A scream escapes my lips as it pokes its head out of the wide door way, completly unharmed.

        It prowls towards me, like a tiger, ready to leap in for the kill. I back up, holding the remote in front of me like a sword (which would actually be useful in this time). In times like this, I wish I'd wished for a pocket knife like Greyson for Christmas instead of an iPad. The skeleton gets closer and closer.

       I whimper slightly. Behind me, I know that there is a wall that I am about to back up against. The hands that hold the remote waver a little bit, and I see a corner of the skeleton's mouth curl up. 

       My back hits something flat. There's the wall, the thought crosses my mind. I bite my lip nervously and have a feeling that this is it. That I am most likely going to die right now.

       I think about all the dead people. Probably telling stories about near-death-expierences and how they died. My story would be most intresting. "Cancer? A car accident? Me? I was eaten by a giant skeleton."

       I chuckle to myself. If I'm going to die, I should be allowed a little humor. As the tiniest shred of joy crosses my mind, I do not notice the giant skeleton's hand move as stealthily as a snake to my leg. Suddenly, I feel cold, bony fingers wrap tightly around my ankle. I shriek as I topple to the ground, and my weapon leaves my hands due to the element of suprise.

       The skeleton pulls me closer to it's gaping jaws. Something besides a roar comes from its mouth. It is raspy, like it hasn't used it's voice for this in so long. It almost sounds like words.

       "I will devour your essence slowly, and leave the Fire for the master."

       Huh? What Fire? Devour my essence? I don't want my essence to be devoured! I like my essence to not be devoured!

       I flip onto my stomach and try to pull myself away. My fingers weakly grapple for a small table's leg. The giant skeleton drags me closer. With one sharp yank, my hands unwillingly leave the leg of the table.

       It dangles me upside down. I squeeze my eyes shut and prepare for the worst. One eye peeks open to see the creature's gaping jaws. They squeeze back shut. I am prepared to have my essence devoured, though I don't want it to be.

       Suddenly, my back hits the carpeted floor. The breath is knocked out of me. My eyes open wearily. Where the fifteen foot skeleton once hunched over, there was a big pile of bones. And behind the bones, there were two kids with swords in their hands.