The silhouettes began moving faster. Whenever a silhouette briefly
illuminated under the street light, a momentary shimmer appeared on
the faces of the unknown figures. As the mysterious figures drew
closer, a weird kind of screeching laughter filled the air.
Fabrice looked at the other direction, trying to find an escape
through the road that extended into the darkness. ( Where ? Where
? Where ? Too late ! ) The sound
of the halting motor bikes were right behind him. Fabrice closed his
eyes, too scared to look back, but he did and his breathing froze. He began running his eyes at what was before, the two half bent legs,
the two eyes with a big eye in the center, the abnormal ears
protruding out, two canines reaching all the way from their mouths to
their pointed chins . There were three of them, excitedly jumping
with their tails swinging violently behind them. One of them leaped
forward and kept a metal structure down. He pressed it a little and
moved back.
Fabrice moved back, he looked at the
little girl but she didn't show the slightest sign of astonishment.
The metal structure vibrated and changed form, it expanded turning
into a big rectangular inlet. The motioning stilled and inside there
appeared a huge roller with metal spikes. The rotation began with the
roller letting out a shrill mechanical sound. A long metalic pathway
extended, forming a chair in the end. One of the demonic figures
turned back making Fabrice wondered what they were upto. Fabrice
immediately felt the tail of the demon rolling around his leg and was
jerked with a strong pull. It made him fall, he tried fighting the
force but he couldn't. The three demons were continually laughing.
Another tail lifted him and placed him on the chair, and the chains
appeared, pushing in his ribcage.
The game had begun. The chair moved
and so did the blade and the demons waited on the other side. The
pace increased and the chair drew closer. Fabrice's hair flew due to
the gush of air let out by the moving blade.
Maybe doom didn't wait for 29 hours
, it was right here, right in front of Fabrice, ready to swallow him.
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Is this it ?
What happens for the rest 27 days ? I write bad poetry. Yep.
What happens for the rest 27 days ? I write bad poetry. Yep.
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