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Death's Dust: The Atrocious Man |
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Death’s Dust
The Atrocious Man
Swoosh! Erring! The bloodstained chainsaw drilled through the floor, coiling the threads of the berry-dyed carpet. I was able to dodge the compelling blows from the chainsaw. As I was evading, I glimpsed at the chain, fiercely sharpened with the teeth of terror. He swung with all his might but was never able to summon a scratch on me.
I caught an eye at the two metal machineries standing in the doorway of the kitchen, and they were roaring with life. An idea developed in me, as I recalled of what my cousin, Cecelia Guinn, did to me at Sir Carl’s shop. If I push the desk clerk in between the two machines and he touches them both in one breath, then he will get zapped from the electricity proceeding through the metal because metals conduct electricity. It could stun him for a while, so I can call for help.
I swiftly vaulted on the chainsaw when he swung it left to right, stepping on the flat, broad side when the blades were pointing in a horizontal position. He raised the chainsaw, mincing the soles of my shoe (I didn’t want my feet to turn into iceboxes!), and I skimmed through the air and toppled over. I darted my hands to the buckramed canes behind me, tied it to another cane, and heaved it towards the atrocious man’s chest, making him falter on his heels. Both of his hands slightly touched the two metal machineries as I presumed. Zzzing! I noticed he felt a strong wave from being zap. The atrocious man dropped to his knees, with an expression of being paralyzed. I ran like a jackrabbit to my room. I looked under my bed and found a stout rope (in case of a fire). I tied it to the leg of my queen bed, threw it out the window, and slid down. The window frame slightly cracked and made a distorted eye of the mansion. Without delay, I searched for the flagpole around the house. When I found it, I agilely jerked the American flag and turned it upside down, a meaning for trouble.
I ran as far as I could, away from the shaggy manor searching for an aperture to hide in. I couldn’t find one, immediately, I hurried to Darin Levant’s house, a close friend of mine. I barged in; alerting him that the same man who assumably slaughtered my mother is attempting to do the same to me.
Tears rolled down my pale cheeks, it was the sobbing for my loving mother. I lost her five years ago. I choked on the reality that I was never going to be see her again. Her existence only remained in my very heart. I’ve been wishing for her to come back to life, just to see her again. Her love forms gentle arms around my soul consoling me. How did this draw closer to a nightmare?
Father, I thought. I haven’t thought of you at all. “Father!” I yelled. Why, why did you have to leave me home alone? Why? What if you were gone already? I panicked and jumped on the bed, pulling the blankets over me, and snoozed off as I hit the pillow. This dream, I felt so giddy and skittish. I felt a strange aura through me, surrounding me. Is this a sense of unbelievable sleight of hand? It felt real; I can feel it stroking my fingers. I awoke from strange clamors in the room. I wasn’t alone…
 Mokochocolatte · Sat Dec 01, 2007 @ 12:14am · 0 Comments |
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