Screams
RainWeptSoul
Screams, the strain of voices working until they run raw. Imagining the blood thumping in their heads as their chests heave up and down, straining to take a single breath. The dimness in their eyes as the life slowly vanishes. The scarlet droplets that puddle in reverberating ripples as they fall silently to the ground. The skin as it loses all trace of color and grows as cold and stiff as the sadist committing the crime. The tears as they leave salty compounds on wet cheeks. The whimpers that come when their spirit is crushed. The screams.
Drake Merwin swept his chilled fingers across his sweaty brow, drops of perspiration dripping from his fingers as he flicked his hand from his brow. He cradled his right arm which lacked both the traditional color and length from just below the shoulder down. His prize. The greatest worry and nightmare of every child. The pale, salmon pigmented length, spanned eight feet where his elbow and hand should have been. Where bone and joints were lacking a lightning quick whip had been added. He caressed his raven colored hair, pushing the strands from his rough stare. He laughed a laugh that could only have been uttered from a sadist.
The silhouette of a terror on the horizon, changing, morphing, pigtails, glasses, good Christian girl thoughts, Drake was disgusted. A trivial mistake. Brittney Pig. A waste of skin. Her dirt filled braces, her pathetic complexion, weakness. Pitiful. The sound of her prayers to her stupid dead brother to a non-existent force. Didn't she know the Gaiaphage was the only divinity?
"Tanner? Tanner? Tanner are you there?" The boy who had been with her, had vanished retreating to a better place. Brittney wanted to see his soft fluorescent face. The face of innocence. She remembered the days she'd been innocent, the dirt that tarnished her being was metaphorical almost for the dustiness of her soul. Funny. All she wished was to go to heaven. "Pray for me Tanner, pray for me." The water lapped at the bloodied fabric of the dead boy before Brittney's step. The water slowly staining red, cleaning the boy of his sins. Brittney wished it was that easy, but the dirt on her couldn't be washed away, it would always cover, fill her braces, stain her clothes. Her knees hit the sand burrowing two little indents into its smooth surface. She wept, praying for forgiveness, begging for death, praying to be rid of the psychopath whose body she shared. It was no use as the crying face slowly developed into the smirk of Drake.
"You can't win Piggy, we share this world, we can't die, you can't stop me." A laugh cracked the silence like a kettle at boil. The laugh only muffled by the footsteps as Drake walked off, waiting peacefully for the next soul to cross his path. The whip would crack, the child would fall, Drake would transform, Brittney would pray. That's how it always went, that's how it always ended. Screams, tears, prayers, screams.