Chapter ??? - Creatures of the Night
Day 4-5
My eyes were wide as a creature turned the corner. A nightmare come to life.
It had tight grey skin covering it’s skeletal human-like body, it’s visible ribs and collarbone making me feel queasy. Its legs were out of proportion, narrowing to a point where the feet would be, so it tip toed along the cobble ground, using its arms to help it walk. Its arms were bony and stickly up until it’s elbows, where it melded into long thick blades that reached the floor when the thing stood up straight. They glistened in moonlight coming from a moon that wasn’t there. The creatures had perfectly round heads, like a football, or soccer ball. Their faces were half covered in two huge black gaping holes for eyes, with simply a speck of light coming from within, their mouths, though hard to see, were nothing more than what looked to be black ink, painted in a wobbly crooked smile.
It looked at me, tilting it’s head. I stood there, heart pumping, frozen in terror. It made a weird scratching noise, like nails on a chalkboard, before it stood up straight and leveled it’s arms to shoulder height. It took tiny steps towards me, in tiny circles, faster, faster. It spun towards me, gaining speed. It’s bladed arms coming towards my neck like a disk of slicing, dicing death.
I’m dead.
I’m dead.
I just stood there, shaking and sweating, no noise coming out of my drowning goldfish mouth. My legs felt numb.
Closer, closer.
Whirrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
The whistling sound of the blades slicing the air was accompanied by screeches around the town, and more whirring like a night wind throughout the empty streets.
Despite it’s whole body spinning at great speed, it’s face looked at me, black gaping holes consuming any thoughts of running. The painted smile. Like a clown.
Whirrrrrrrrrrrrr-CHINK!
A clash of metal. Blade upon blade.
My eyes came back into focus to see a boy about my age holding a sword next to my head, stopping the curved slicing blades from decapitating me.
Oh, thank god.
The creature’s head turned to him, and it’s other blade raised up, before being driven down towards the boy’s stomach. He shoved me backwards, before spinning the sword around one arm, and deflecting the oncoming stab in one smooth movement.
The boy narrowed his eyes and tightened his two-handed grip on the sword, before pushing the blades away and jumping back. Without a word, he grabbed my arm and ran, pulling me behind him.
I stumbled behind him, forcing my legs to work again. I kept looking back at the creature, spinning it’s way behind us, and gulped.
“Stop looking back!” The boy said, in a distinctly Irish accent. “What are you, idiot?!”
I said nothing in return, and just looked down at my feet. I felt like crying.
“You didn’t use your sword? You new here?” He said. After a while of no response he said, “You speak english, right?”
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