'Whelp, this is it for this life.' Kala thought to herself.
She had grown up as an oddity to her tribe. Didn't listen to rules, disrespected her 'elders' (even though she was technically older than them [not that they knew]), and was often neglecting the tasks assigned to her.
Figures that it would come bite her in the ass in the future.
Kala was born on an island, isolated from the rest of the world. She guessed that it was some point before the 18th century, as they only used primitive tools and had no contact from anyone outside the tribe.
She assumed that was why they were still so barbaric (that and thanks to the inevitable inbreeding).
Every 2 months or so, there would be a sacrifice to their 'God'. Sadly though, Kala didn't believe in any God, so that was another strike on her long list of failures.
Whenever they sacrificed one of the maidens to the God, Kala would disappear, uninterested in being a part of a pointless death. There were many other things on the island to be afraid of, there was no point in worrying about a sacrifice when it was more likely you'll meet death by monster.
Apparently, that was why they sacrificed to the 'God' though. He protects them from the monsters, well... as long as they stayed inside the walls.
But now Kala was here, in a guarded hut, to be used as a sacrifice to the 'God' that is protecting the tribe. The young girl was sitting in the hut, dressed in ceremonial garments with white symbols lining her dark skin representing the dark times the tribe had before they had found the protection of the God known as Kong.
The messed-up thing was that she was only 10.
The requirement of being used as a sacrifice was that you had to have your 'first blood', or period if you actually knew the term.
Lucky her hit puberty early.
It didn't matter much to reborn woman (child, whatever). If she was going to die, she'd rather meet this 'God' before she kicked the bucket. That's why she was patiently waiting for the Elder to come get her.
Kala was sitting on the ground, writing her will on the dirt floor with a stick in French. No one on the island knew the language, only she would know what it said but it was a fun way to pass the time.
It wasn't going well... She had no one to give her possessions to though she owned few).
The Elder finally wobbled into her hut, using a wooden stick as support, as Kala finished signing her false will.
She was the oldest in the tribe, hence the name 'Elder' assigned to her. Her hair that was probably once dark and healthy curls was now brittle and grayed. Her face was horribly wrinkled, and wartz marred her skin.
Not the best looker, but still an important figure on the island.
"I see that you're still drawing those squiggles on the ground. You've always been an odd one," she chastised Kala. "Tch, it's an honor to be a sacrifice. My younger sister was one, you know."
Yes, yes, the sacrifice's family was always well treated in the tribe. Even so, no one really wanted to give up their only child, even if it was for the good of the tribe.
"Yes, Elder," Kala said blankly. Really, why is this taking so long? She had places to be, Gods to see. This conversation was ultimately pointless in the end.
Kala would move on from this place (she's not sure why she didn't kill herself sooner, everyone here was always such a downer) and get a new life with a new name.
"This has always been your destiny child."
'Again, with the child thing... I'm older than you, you hag!' Kala thought angrily to herself. The old woman was getting on her nerves.
"You've been marked as a sacrifice." She pointed her stick directly between the valley of her non-existent breasts.
There laid a small black circle, almost filled halfway, similar to a quarter moon. Which, incidentally, tonight is also a quarter moon.
The mark represented how close to death Kala was. It seemed to follow her into each and every life. The quicker it filled in, the younger she would die.
'Huh, I almost forgot about that.' The reborn woman thought to herself. 'Seems like I have time to live yet... At least, as long as I'm not murdered by this 'God'.'
There was zero chance that Kala would live when the circle was all filled in, but she could absolutely die before that from outside forces. Usually she didn't live past 60 and would suddenly die.
But the tribe didn't know any of that and thought that it was a sign from the gods that she should be used as a sacrifice.
"This is an honor many will never know," the Elder continues, oblivious to her inner monologue. "Now, get up. We have a sacrifice to give." The old lady eyed her hard, wrinkles becoming even more defined in her face. "I'm surprised you haven't tried to run. There have been others more aged than you that have tried to defy the will of the tribe."
Kala gave her a dubious look. "I would rather be eaten by some god, than stabbed to death with pointy sticks."
The hag cackled at her. "Kwahahaha! Yes, you've always been quick with your mind." She calmed her laughter after a bit, and turned to leave. "Follow me."
Stepping out of the hut, Kala looked up at the cloudy sky. Most days were like this one, with the rare sunny day that she enjoyed. The perpetual storm that surrounded the island prevented the people from leaving and exploring the seas.
All the cloudy weather made her wonder why the tribe's people had dark skin if there was no need for all the melatonin in their skin. Evolution was weird.
Kala was not going to miss this place. Wayyyy to dreary for her tastes. The people, the weather, the environment, all of them felt like they existed for the sole purpose of making everyone feel like shit.
It's no wonder the tribe has become so savage.
Kala was the only one who seemed to notice such a thing though. Everyone else was too set in their ways, never knowing another way of life.
As they made it to two young pierced men (a symbol of them leaving behind their youth) standing before the wall, Kala watched the Elder whisper something in one of their ear, pointed to her, and then allowed Kala proceeded to be knocked out.
It was standard procedure. Made it easier for them to tie the sacrifice up.
By the time she woke up, her two hands were bound in a Y shape above her head to two anchor points. The anchor points were way above her head, so a lot of rope was used to allow her little feet to just brush the bamboo plank.
In front of her was 'the Gap' as she liked to call it. Separating the Tribe from the more dangerous parts of the island. The dark sky and mixture of mist and smoke made for a menacing picture.
Kala felt her heart beat pick up despite her mind feeling calm. Adrenaline making her ready for the action she knew would come.
The beat of the drums grew slowly grew in the background as the Elder and rest of the tribe started their chant, summoning Kong to the area.
She was slowly being pulled forward as the people turned a wheel that would place her on the other side of the large gap. Slowly, her feet lifted off the edge, leaving her dangling high above the raging waters below.
The only thing stopping her from falling was her bound wrists, which were chafing from the strain of her weight on the hemp ropes..
The drums were in high gear, and the chanting was even louder.
Finally, her feet touched the ground on the other side and the drums and chanting ceased all at once.
The young reborn soul only heard the sound of the waves far below.
Until... the creaking and crashing of trees falling started to echo through the woods. Trees as tall as sky scrapers being knocked out of the way by a large dark figure as if they were only toy blocks.
Kala's heart couldn't have been any louder in her ears. She had never been to a sacrifice nor seen the beast before, and now she had front row seats.
The growling was loud as she watched the shadow stop right in front of her. She looked up.
And their eyes met.
The first thing she noticed was that it was large, very large. Towering over 50 ft high was a dark-haired gorilla.
'Huh, should have figured that the 'God' was King Kong himself.' The dark skinned ten-year-old though to herself.
King kong was an entrenched figure in pop culture after all.
'I'm an idiot,' she thought to herself.
Slowly, the beast's large hand reached out to her. Using one finger, it brushed her check gently, before pulling back and ripping her free from the ropes hold.
Her body was small enough to be cradled in his large hand. There was enough room to breathe and move slightly, and she peeked through the gap his fingers made and watched the forest quickly pass by.
"Huh." Kala couldn't say she didn't see this outcome as a possibility. Especially as she knew she wouldn't die yet.
"'Qui vivra verra.' As they say." She mumbled as she closed her eyes for a rest. It had been a busy day after all.
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I'm not sure how long I plan on making this, maybe less than 10 chapters. Who knows?
Mostly just for your and my enjoyment. It was a plot bunny that I thought was a good idea.