Feet Crawler Act 1 By Rémy Rytepo

in #writing8 years ago

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Wake up! Wake! Sora, wake! " can you hear me? They are coming!
Wake, please! Sora " as I felt the punches over my chest,
"we most hide, sora! I hear the voice repeating, and calling, my name to silence whispers "as my eyes opened, to see the rain falling and splinting over the mud, my wet clothing and tired tied up hands feel where rose and bleeding in my weak wrist, in a place where not sound could be heard. The sense of dizziness and my nose disoriented because of a strange smell. The kind of odor that covers up some, dark alleys in most surroundings. The only thing I can manage to recognize is the voice of Ashley, a Boy who also happens to found himself in this places where no other sounds than ours are heard. When opening my eyes, I can see the face of Ashley, scare in a way when we fear death, in height, in the sea and unknown. His small hands manage to grasp and push me toward, an old rusty confine space close to the floor, where he covers up my load fast breathing not to be heard. While opening and clothing my eyes, the closing moments of silence came into my body, shaking and pausing in a matter of seconds. In a noisy, wet place where we both were no safe, the sound of the steps on the wet floor was coming and bouncing while we could see out in darkness, the little bits of light moving the waves of the feet coming toward us.
Thunk-Thunk-Thunk as the booming sound was reaching us, the flaming torches they carried were almost breathing up our faces to be discovered by this strange unknown beings. They were Looking for us, as people look for food in the wild, as for Ashey, he manages to say two last words before they could be able to hear us "quiet" Sora."

He says and pauses in a way more like noise than the sound of words. Inevitably we manage to see the boots breaking up, pointy and different, more like flesh, skin than any other animal letter, saw and stitch with treads more of hair. As I opened my eyes, I almost figure the reason why being so close they were unable to find us. This creature foot, tall as if twenty feet on air, twisted as an old trunk. Were only capable of looking down, but unable to hear, them as I saw this unbelievable, giant monster; my eyes could not differentiate between, dream, and reality for the things of nightmares had become real. While I as in shock, pausing and heart was shaken, the giant machete, body and cover up in guts felt down, right in from of my face. "oh God" I called in silence."

TO BE CONTINUE

©Remy Rytepo

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