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Celest (Part 2 of 3)
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-Azul Morales
I tried to get up from the chair and run, but I couldn't. It was as if I was tied to it, but I wasn't. "What the hell is this", I screamed. Yet the man just stares at me. I started kicking and screaming like a child. The man walked closer to me and then suddenly, I couldn't move at all, amd I couldn't talk. I tried to scream, but my mouth wouldn't open. "Now, you may be wondering who I am", he began picking something up from the small table next to me. "Well you see, I'm the demon who haunts this village".
My heart stopped. "This was a quiet, peaceful place before those villagers settled here", he paused, "I lived here, before them, I hunted my own food and built my own home, and I enjoyed it. I loved it here". Then the object he had picked up had become clear, it was a thin, long needle.
He gave me a blank stare, and then, without any context, slowly sunk the needle into my right arm. The pain was unbearable, but I couldn't do anything about it. "When the others came, one of the small children found me sleeping on the ground", he then stabbed me with another needle, this time, in the stomach. "The boy told the adults, and when they found me, pale, dirty and half naked, they shot me. They confused me for dead, yet after that I was". I managed to force a tear down my eye, he had stabbed me in the arm, stomach, shoulder and ankle, all while he had told me his life story.
He then talked about he became a ghost and how he had to watch the villagers destroy his home. He went on to say that he was filled with so much anger and hatred, he became a demon. "At night I would steal away some children and torture them until they died, I hated them for what they did to me". I got chills, was that why he had taken me here, because I was a kid? Then a thought flashed through my mind, my friends, were are they?
The man stabbed me with almost 30 more needles all through out my body. And after all of that, he just disappeared in thin air, and I could hear my voice again, and I could move. I turned down to see a puddle of blood and immediately started pulling out the needles. I pulled them out slowly, not wanting to stab myself more. Extreme pain jolted around my body, I screamed, and for some reason, that made everything much better. I was almost done when I heard a voice, one I recognized, yelling out my name, "Michael, is that you", and that voice was Don's.
© Azul Morales
-Azul Morales
I tried to get up from the chair and run, but I couldn't. It was as if I was tied to it, but I wasn't. "What the hell is this", I screamed. Yet the man just stares at me. I started kicking and screaming like a child. The man walked closer to me and then suddenly, I couldn't move at all, amd I couldn't talk. I tried to scream, but my mouth wouldn't open. "Now, you may be wondering who I am", he began picking something up from the small table next to me. "Well you see, I'm the demon who haunts this village".
My heart stopped. "This was a quiet, peaceful place before those villagers settled here", he paused, "I lived here, before them, I hunted my own food and built my own home, and I enjoyed it. I loved it here". Then the object he had picked up had become clear, it was a thin, long needle.
He gave me a blank stare, and then, without any context, slowly sunk the needle into my right arm. The pain was unbearable, but I couldn't do anything about it. "When the others came, one of the small children found me sleeping on the ground", he then stabbed me with another needle, this time, in the stomach. "The boy told the adults, and when they found me, pale, dirty and half naked, they shot me. They confused me for dead, yet after that I was". I managed to force a tear down my eye, he had stabbed me in the arm, stomach, shoulder and ankle, all while he had told me his life story.
He then talked about he became a ghost and how he had to watch the villagers destroy his home. He went on to say that he was filled with so much anger and hatred, he became a demon. "At night I would steal away some children and torture them until they died, I hated them for what they did to me". I got chills, was that why he had taken me here, because I was a kid? Then a thought flashed through my mind, my friends, were are they?
The man stabbed me with almost 30 more needles all through out my body. And after all of that, he just disappeared in thin air, and I could hear my voice again, and I could move. I turned down to see a puddle of blood and immediately started pulling out the needles. I pulled them out slowly, not wanting to stab myself more. Extreme pain jolted around my body, I screamed, and for some reason, that made everything much better. I was almost done when I heard a voice, one I recognized, yelling out my name, "Michael, is that you", and that voice was Don's.
© Azul Morales
