Friday, 23 November 2012

Wounds

“Have you ever used a gun before?” she asked me before smiling. She reminded me of a snake, teasing its prey.

I shook my head, my hands trembling, my aim uncertain.

“Well make sure you don’t miss me,” she hissed, her scarlet eyes blazing. “If you do I will eat your soul.”

This had been going on for a few minutes now.

“Go on,” she had taunted at first. “How hard can it be?”

I wasn’t sure if this had been supposed to threaten me, or give me more confidence, but I took it the bad way, because I’m a pessimist like that.

“It can’t be that hard, can it?”

“I don’t know… how about you pull the trigger and find out?” Her eyes had narrowed and locked onto mine like a homing missile from a fighter jet. She’d slid the gun to me along the floor, and I’d picked it up uneasily. A few moments later, the gun was in my hands, as shaky as they were; I endeavoured to hold the gun firmly.

“OK, here goes.” I paused, she didn’t move. I was expecting her to tear out my insides anyway, but she stood there motionless like a statue. I squeezed the trigger lightly as to maybe fool her, no reaction; she just continued to stare at me through those pointy, sharp eyes of fire. I was just prolonging the inevitable, I was about to shoot her when she snapped.

“Are you going to shoot me, or what?” The voice was no longer smooth and teasing, but sharp, and full of rage. At that precise moment I pulled the trigger, and the bullet went soaring through the air right through her oesophagus. There was no reaction for a few seconds. Then tentacles sprouted from her throat and wrapped round her body like overgrown ivy. She lunged at me, the tentacles clasping around my neck as she impaled me with the blade she had just conjured out of thin air.

“Not a bad shot at all, but you’re too weak for me, so I’m going to kill you anyway.” It wasn’t like I hadn’t figured that one out. I felt the air rush out of my lungs; gasping for breath I turned onto my side to try and loosen the grip she had on my neck. Then I saw them, those beady yellow eyes, staring at me through the darkness of the alleyway. I heard the ignition of a flame, and felt the grip loosen, and then everything went blank.

I woke up some time later, I don’t know how long exactly, but it must’ve been a while, because it was mid-afternoon now. I found myself tied to a steel bed my arms and legs clamped down. Then the beady eyes rose over me, and his blood red lips spoke.

“I may have saved you from her, but now, I have something much, much worse in store for you.” Then I was plunged into a whole new world; a world of pain.


by Cameron Duckworth