Chapter 34
The Itch
A young pilgrim boy ran into the ally from the street. He came concerned for the well being of the screamer he had just heard. What he saw there made is eyes boggle.
In the ally was a beautiful, young woman doing a strange Indian ritual dance. She was barely clothed by pieces of unique black cloth and an Indian bandana. Her sickly grunts that she made as she slashed her own body in her ritual dance, with tightly shuteyes and a tensed face, made the boy nervous.
In a shaky voice that was too high for his gender, he asked the girl, "Miss, are y-y-you o-o-okay?"
The girl flopped down to a crouch. Her head hung towards the ground; her face unseen through her thick locks. Deep growling vibrated in her throat. It terrified the boy.
He slowly approached the pained young woman. Naturally the boy would have fled, but the girl was in far too much pain for his big heart to just abandon her.
Step by step the boy crept to the girl, until he was only a foot away.
Afraid to even breath, the boy muttered, "Miss?"
He slowly reached out his hands toward her heaving body.
Just as his fingertips brushed the girls sweaty, tangled, hair, the crazed girl shot her head up and unleashed an ungodly scream! The boy stumbled back a few feet in surprise before toppling backwards. Fear left his feet and palms planted to the ground. He couldn't scream. He couldn't cry. All he could do was watch. Watch the insanity.
The girl in front of him had her head thrown back screaming. Drops of salted water gathered at the corners of her eyes as her pain reached its climax. The skin at the bottom of her lower back, directly on her spine, began to split open like a bloody blossom. Emerging from the broken skin tissue was a fuzzy little nub. The girl screamed her loudest and pulled at her hair as second after second the nub grew out from her skin longer and longer; until the nub grew out to be as thick as a C battery, limber, and three feet in length. The nub became a monkey tail, swaying back and forth above the ground.
The girl's screaming finally ceased. Her eyes were wide and her whole body heaved as she took her breaths by the lungful. She fell onto her shaking hands and knees, but she looked ready to collapse. Slowly, her head lifted to look directly at the boy who came to her aid. He was shaking just as much as she was. Her eyes sparkled with flooded tears. Her face was pathetic beyond any point that she would let any other human being see. She slowly extended one of her hands to the boy for him to help her.
And finally, she pleaded to him in an almost whispered voice, "H-h-h-help m-m-m-me…p-p-please."
The boy's eyes softened as his fear melted away, and he smiled at her. With a big grin he nodded his head to the troubled girl…then he screamed, "WITCH!"