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The boy kept his eyes on the ground. He followed his master quietly, like a silent shadow. It was not his place to question where his master took them. The church ahead loomed like a monstrous dragon ready to reach out and devour his soul.
The boy stifled his cry of fright as his master’s cane tapped against the concrete. They boy stepped inside the steeple, head still so very low. His master did not walk in, but stood two feet from the door. After all, it was policy to be allowed admittance.
The boy turned and looked up into wine red eyes. The vampire grinned as the boy gave him entrance. He always knew there was a reason to keep the boy alive. No church or sanctuary would be safe as long as the supernatural being had a child to let him in. After all, policy states one should ask to enter, but it never said who could let him in.
Unthankful. Ungrateful. Not knowing that they have what I desire. They walk upon their two legs without a single thought; they don't think that we deserve our own lives. After all, we walk upon four, or crawl on our bellies. We leap through the trees. If we do not walk on two legs then we do not mean a thing. ~ Gunju, The Wild Cat
Everyone wants to be immortal; no one wants to die. But, in this world we live in the only thing eternal is death. ~ Megan Hickman
The man was old his mine warped with age. That's what I though at least, as I busled by him with my jacket wrapped tight to keep out the snow. He called out to me his voice crackling with age and sickness, "You want to live forever; I know the secret?"
I was a fool not to. Instead of moving forward I trudged over to the old man, "What could you possibly know?" I stated arrogantly; if not just to put this homeless man in his place.
"I can make you live forever; it won't cost you a dime. You can either go on your way to your warm cozy house or stay here and learn the secret."
I looked at my watch and decided I'd humor the man.
I gave out a laugh, "Alright you crazy fool make me immortal." I chuckled some more as he rose with difficulty off the dirty concrete floor.
I let out a startled garble as his brown eyes flashed yellow and red sprouted across my expensive white jacket.
"Be careful what you wish for; it might just come true Mr. Baxter."
My body was crumbled on the ground and I stared up at the sky. The last thing to go through my mind was the man's wicked words, "the only thing that last eternally is death."
The blood, the blood that spilt upon the dirt for an old rugged cross people slit each others throats. A world dominated by religion where no one is truly free. People are oppressed because of their own beliefs. It seems that when you don't believe what the others do your throat is slit and you're left to die - alone in this world of blashpemy.
The world was bleak; the skies gray and the atmosphere murky. The sky cried out with acid and the ground errupted with lava while the oceans spat oil sludge onto the shore. A single roach skittered across a desserted road and hid within a dead tree. A lone emaciated wolf scampered by a building holding the last few humans that would walked the earth. It whined every few minutes holding its injured paw. The beast fell onto the ground with weak whimpers. He struggled to stand, but could not muster up the strength. He cried out louder as the acid stung his starved form. The dirty little girl looked out the small window and felt tears pour down his face. This, this was prosperity?! This is what the mixture of greed and science brought.
The newly proclaimed king swallowed his throat clogging with fear. His eyes were wide the white rimmed around a swollen red from seven nights of sleep lost. His tongue was swelled and it poked around in his dry mouth. While he was severly dehydrated to the point of not thinking straight, he could still fill the cold chill of the barbarians icy blue eyes. The rogue grinned holding out his hand for the payment of treason. The reason the man standing in front of him was now king. The king shuddered as he slung the bag of gold into the man's hands. "Begone, you have your payment."
The barbarian just laughed as he quickly bled into the darkness. The king felt the evil aura crawl up his spine and he wondered how long it would be before the demon within the man came for him.
Open fields with open space. A lone coyote skitters across the dry sand as a single owl hoots from inside a cactus before flying into the dark with silent wings. The birds fluff there feathers in sleep. The brown coyote lifts his head and looks up at the starlight. With bright amber eyes he cries out to the moon. Seconds later, voices join in chorus. The coyote howls one more time before heading west. The little mouse looks at the figure with silent eyes as it dissappears. With a twitch of its nose it scurries off back into its burrow. Morning would come soon.