The Black Monster: The Beginning

Part 6

Well this update will not be as long seeing as how I've just started grade 11. We're getting a fair amount of homework and on top of that I have to go to work every few days. So when I have time I write. This is what I got out of one of my free time days.

The smell of smoke and blood, tiny lights flickering in the corner of her mind, Rose could hear whispers from all around her but took time in opening her eyes. So stiff was her body that she could barely move. Parting her eyelids was a struggle.

"Where are we?" came a silent voice to her left.

Finally she opened her eyes.

All women surrounded her...locked in a sort of cell. Elderly to teenagers all seemed frightened. Why would they not be? Was it the winglies who have locked them in there? Yes, of course it was. Who else would it be?

Rose studied each woman and girl that she could see but recognized no one. There were so many. More than Furni contained. How many villages did the winglies invade?

"Rose," said a shaken voice from behind her.

She spun around to meet the terror stricken face of Damia. No longer was the bandana on her head which revealed teal blue hair. The fifteen year old girl was shaking and Rose took her into her arms.

"Are you ok? Are you hurt?"

Damia shook her head, "no..."

"Then..."

"They're killing people," Damia whispered.

Rose squinted at her, "it's to be expected of the winglies Da.."

"No they're killing some of the men and children."

Rose brought her hand to her mouth in a quick gasp.

"Evan?" she questioned.

"I don't know."

She stood taking a hold of Damia's hand, "show me."

With a great pause Damia led Rose to the far corner of the cell which looked out to an open hole to the bottom story. There was a lineup of me and young children, each following the other...to their doom. Rose studied each man, looking for the face she had grown accustomed to.

"There!" Damia whispered, her arm reaching out through the bars, pointing down below.

Evan, his long hair tousled, eyes heavy and bloodshot followed the line. He did not appear frightened, almost as though he accepted his fate. Maybe he was just stunned.

"Evan!" Rose whispered harshly.

She had to repeat it a second time only slightly louder before he looked up. He caught sight of her and his eyes filled with sorrow. He looked back to the front of the line that was growing ever so close then up to Rose again.

"I knew my life was too good to be true," Evan said, quietly but loud enough for her to hear.

Three more people before him now.

Rose could not say a work...her throat had gone dry. Her husband was about to be killed, the man who she...never really loved was going to die.

All to soon her was shoved into the middle of the bloodstained floor.

Evan mouthed the words "I love you" then closed his eyes.

Rose tried to, oh how she wanted to close her eyes but she could not. She knelt, watching as a wingly prepared his sword and plunged it carelessly through the ribcage of her newly wed husband. It was so fast, too fast that she hardly had time to react before the sword was removed from his lifeless body. Two other winglies came forth and dragged his body out of view and the last thing of him was his blood trailing behind, mingling with the blood of other murdered men. Husbands, fathers, sons and brothers, their lives had been taken for no good reason.

Well there you have it, I think that I may have rushed Evans death a little to quickly but I didn't want to get too deep into it since I know how much you all hate him anyway. Even though some...may have wanted to see him die a terrible terrible death...Anyways hope you all liked this chappy.