by Doc 42 » Mon May 02, 2011 7:38 pm
The Curse of Night
It’s cold. Very cold.
Davan hated cold weather.
It’s late. They’re late. Everything is late.
Davan always got scared when they were late.
It’s a place. A familiar one. A bad place.
Davan really hated that place.
This place hurts. Things hurt. They hurt.
They always hurt him. But they weren’t the ones who were late.
It’s getting dark. So dark
Davan liked the night.
There were things in the dark
Davan did not like the things in the night
It’s very quiet.
Davan was alone, the rest were gone.
It’s not usually quiet
It was this time, because they were late.
There was a noise in the dark
Davan looked around, hoping to see it.
It was the crunching of gravel. Tyres
They drove a car with big tyres. Wheels.
It’s late. They’re late- IT is late
Davan didn’t like when they were late, but liked the treats he got to make up for it.
They were there, but it was here
They didn’t get here in time.
IT IS HERE
It got here first.
[I]What did IT want?
It wanted Davan
The dark was no more. There was light.
Davan was scared of the light.
There was noise. There was pain, the flash of light, the flash of death. It burned. Everything burned.
Davan asked IT why it was here
I’m here to kill you. Davan.
And then the flash tore through his chest like a blazing sword.
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