The Guardian Manna

The Guardian Manna

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How could her life change from normal to grotesquely fictional. The innumerable gore and monsters surrounding her, she could easily believe she was still deep in slumber and what's happening right before her eyes is only a horrific nightmare. She had plenty that do not make sense. So she closed her eyes and willed herself to wake up, clenching her fist until her knuckles went white. Screams, crying, choking, gurgling, explosions, growls and crazy laughter and snickering, no matter how hard she tried she cannot seem to wake up, and her closed eyes just weren't blocking these terrifying sounds. Her eyes were pried open by a monster, no, a demon whose hands held her head in between. It's long fingers were bejeweled by long and sharp fingernails that were gently scratching her skin. Her eyes met a head with no eyes, but full of mouths that were each laughing sinisterly, some of the lips were sewed and sealed shut but still twinges. The mouths started to talk. Teasingly seductive as they salivated. "~Man~na~" the mouths said. The nails in her face started to dig into her skin, it's clear that she was not dreaming. The only thought in her mind at the moment is -" I'm gonna die "-.
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"Kill..." the low whispering voice trailed off into my head. I don't think the strange whispering voice came from anyone in the room. It was too loud; too abnormel; too deadly. Suddenly a cold shiver ran down my back making me scream and cry out for someone, something, anything. I want to be alone, somwhere dark, somewhere safe. My eyes open to see a woman cradling me in her arms. A man with red eyes, tan skin, and blonde hair starred at me. His eyes sunk into my head making me wince. The woman is natuarlly warm and comfortable, but her face is stained with tears mixed with blood on her, once beautiful, face. She smeared some of the blood onto my puffy cheeks with a warm beaten and calloused hand. "You're gonna be okay," she assured me. More tears fell from her eyes. I looked closer into her grayish, I think, eyes. They had evil tucked beneath fear in them. I don't know what she means, yet her words mean the world to me at this very moment: 4 minutes ago, I was born.

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