Emberskull
Fish-shaped ethylbenzene
Cynthia Theroulde
Cynthia's lack of response was due to a blow dealt to her forehead by Lawrence. In a vain attempt to resist the restraints, she was involuntarily concussed and tossed on a mound of hay at the back of the cabin, her hair covering her face in a veil. Her head was buzzing with strange, disorienting dreams that were, seemingly, meaningless.
The balcony.
Its familiarity was reassuring. What was happening below, was not.
The wind screaming through her ears, throwing her hair into her face. There were dark clouds, glowering down from the zenith, a disapproving presence. In a blinding flash of light, rain started to cascade from the sky, large drops of warm liquid streaming down her face. Something---
No.
It wasn't rain at all.
It was blood.
Out the corner of her eye, she spotted it; a bustle of movement, the wind carrying both its own cries and those of the creatures below. Another flash of lighting and Cynthia could identify them as human beings, battling, lunging for each other's throats, falling down with pitiful cries. Cynthia stumbled back in fear, slipping with a yelp on a puddle, her hands sinking into the warm ooze with a sickening squelch. She stood up and looked to the heavens
"What do you want?!" Cynthia hollered through the wind and the rain, to the clouds that glared down at her. "What do you want from me?!"
A moment later, there was a vicious gust of air, blowing her back off the balcony, tossing her carelessly onto the pile of dead bodies below.
Cynthia woke with a jolt.
She glanced at her hands-
At the hay.
Then at Isaac and Bramble, her terror plastered to her face. Although disoriented and frightened, she quickly regained her composure, but she couldn't say the same for her quivering fists.
Cynthia's lack of response was due to a blow dealt to her forehead by Lawrence. In a vain attempt to resist the restraints, she was involuntarily concussed and tossed on a mound of hay at the back of the cabin, her hair covering her face in a veil. Her head was buzzing with strange, disorienting dreams that were, seemingly, meaningless.
The balcony.
Its familiarity was reassuring. What was happening below, was not.
The wind screaming through her ears, throwing her hair into her face. There were dark clouds, glowering down from the zenith, a disapproving presence. In a blinding flash of light, rain started to cascade from the sky, large drops of warm liquid streaming down her face. Something---
No.
It wasn't rain at all.
It was blood.
Out the corner of her eye, she spotted it; a bustle of movement, the wind carrying both its own cries and those of the creatures below. Another flash of lighting and Cynthia could identify them as human beings, battling, lunging for each other's throats, falling down with pitiful cries. Cynthia stumbled back in fear, slipping with a yelp on a puddle, her hands sinking into the warm ooze with a sickening squelch. She stood up and looked to the heavens
"What do you want?!" Cynthia hollered through the wind and the rain, to the clouds that glared down at her. "What do you want from me?!"
A moment later, there was a vicious gust of air, blowing her back off the balcony, tossing her carelessly onto the pile of dead bodies below.
Cynthia woke with a jolt.
She glanced at her hands-
At the hay.
Then at Isaac and Bramble, her terror plastered to her face. Although disoriented and frightened, she quickly regained her composure, but she couldn't say the same for her quivering fists.
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