A/N: I don't know why I wrote this, I had a pretty good day today. But peek in if you must.
Set in The End of Time.
One, Two, Three, Four.
The screams starts as the half-man, half skeleton terror feast on the men. The crunches, the sucking, the fresh smell of voided bowels punches the air.
The cowardly, yet brave young man in self preservation, ran, for help, for reaching a reasonable distance away from the monster, who seems to be busy
He should have ran faster for the nearest boat, the airport, or just off himself. That would have been a nice kinder death.
The monster appears right in front of him. Grinning the smile of death, all red and bloody gunk stuck in it's teeth. His face, when not in the normal mode of the grim reaper, is painted red with His victims remains.
"Please," The man, no, just barely, utters in fear. "I won't say anything. Just let me be, I'm nothing, have mercy."
One, Two, Three, Four.
The human- eating, no, it's too kind a word, devouring scum bag of a monster laughs an inhuman laugh. Like - it's almost like those bullys at school, who you think of every trick and finally you make a speech, a wonderful speech that you have half of the peers clapping for you, making yourself confident and proud, but when it all finishes, the head bully walks up to you, starts to say that he'll back down, only to laugh straight into your face and call your an eternal chav who'll never grow up from being just a boy. And then throws you on the floor so hard, you have these bruses for weeks on end.
That feeling that you gain a numerous amount of hope and was taken away the same amount and more.
This is worse. He has this split second thought that even if he never said a word, his fate was already sealed.
"Mercy. Oh it's been a while since I've been preached at. Tell me." He grins toothy, showing all of his victims in one smile. "Do you breath?" That takes the man of guard. "Do you eat regulaly? Are you free of mankind's diseses?" He takes one bit whiff. "Ahh! So all three! You are not nothing. You are very much something." He grips on the man tightly. "And. That. Is. Food."
One, Two Three, Four,
And the man, barely just, became half a man. He tries to scream, but the words can't form as his life cease to be.
