Story of Ultimate Death
His eyes stirred, feeling a cool breeze across his entire body, giving a shudder as he reached down, trying to grope at his bed for his blankets. Yet, as his fingers came down upon what he layed on, he felt smooth blades of grass in his fingertips. From the blackness under his eyelids, he could hear the racing breeze carrying through the air, whats sounded like leaves rustling rapidly as it tore through.Slowly, his eyelids rose up, blurred in vision but able to tell that he was no longer in the sweet warm safety of his large bed but outside, the sky's stars winking at him from above. His smooth hands came up to rub away the sleepiness at both eyes, his thoughts racing. Where was he? How the hell did he get to this place. A long sigh escaped his mouth, casting host breath into the cool breeze, carrying it away.
He had done everything just as he had done the night before, played his games with his friends, relaxed, didn't allow his eyes to tear from the computer screen. He was average in strength and rather tall. Six feet. His brother must have stole him from his bed and placed him outside as a trick, how, though, was very unbelievable. He was an incredibly light sleeper. Merely, opening his bedroom door would have awakened him from his deep slumber.
Maybe he was sleeping, he thought. Yes, he had to be sleeping, but, since when did dreams feel so realistic? When did dreams give you the same sense of touch as real life? This was so confusing to him!
His hands tore away from his eyes and he gazed up at the sky again, slowly pushing himself and looking down at himself, white skin exposed, all clothing gone but the boxers that he had stripped down to last night. He placed a hand down onto the grass, propping himself up a little as he flung the rest of his body up to his feet, his knees cracking loudly.
Tunnel vision filled the man's eyes, stumbling a little as everything went black, his arms hanging loosely down as he fell into the grass again, mumbling incoherantly. Low blood pressure sucked. Soon, vision came back to his eyes and he growled. He pushed himself into the front leaning rest position and jumped his feet up in between his hands, slowly pushing himself up again.
The surroundings were now clear to him now that he had recovered, gazing around at rather large trees, towering up into the air. There were not trees like this where he lived! He couldn't believe that even the trees in the forests in South America or in the Forests could reach this height. He obviously was in a forest clearing but this was no forest like he had ever seen.
His eyes soon went to a sight that suprised him, causing his heart to skip a beat. There was some sort of stone structure, a square purple archway hanging over it. The water there was glowing! It was a mix between a bright blue and a white, little white sprites giving off from the waters. A moonwell. His eyebrow raised and he twitched a little.
"There is no way in hell...that what I am looking at is real." He told himself, ruffling his dark short brown hair. He shivered and quickly rushed over towards the moonwell, his feet brushing across the cold grass, tickling the bottoms of his feet.
As he neared it, he heard a noise that sounded as if somebody was plucking at a string, a object flying past him, about a couple feet away from him. His eyes widened and he dropped to the ground, army crawling rapidly through the grass, a couple more arrows whizzing above him. He slipped behind the moonwell, using the stone as protection from the arrow.
What a damned bad place this was to drop in! Waking up freezing, no idea where the hell he is, and something firing arrows at him. He slowly peaked his head up just in time to watch a light purple like person burst from the shadows of the forest's trees. Long ears extended behind the woman's head, glowing silver eyes managing to meet the ocean blues of her target.
Such a graceful woman, sprinting with such ease towards him. He could not believe it. An elf was going to try to kill him. She was wearing barely any armor at all, purple mail armor sliding over just enough to cover her areas of privacy.
Now was the time to ensure that he stayed alive against this graceful foe. His blue eyes shot to the quiver that hung on her back. It looked to be about four more arrows. How unprepared and unprofessional! He sighed, placing a hand on the grass, crouching down low. With great speed of his own, he burst out from the cover of the moonwell, racing towards the forest, listening closely.
One arrow, just to his right. He zig zagged, trying to throw off her aim. Another to his left. He let out a loud mocking laugh back at her, not allowing himself to look back as he ran for his life. A sharp pain slid through his bicep, an arrow just grazing it. And finally, he dove, knowing that she wished for the killing shot. As he hit the ground, he heard the air rush by above him, carrying an arrow to hit the trees of the forest.
He popped up to his feet, growling lowly and whirling around to see his foe, standing, her bow still up but without a arrow to knock. He could tell she was pissed. Her very form shook with anger, throwing down her bow as she sprinted towards him again, unarmed, the way he liked it. He sprinted towards her himself, aiming to engage her.
As he closed in, her speed proved to be superior over his basic combat skills, using her body as a weapon. She lunged forward, curling up her body, hitting him in the stomach like a bowling ball. The breath left him as he was cast backwards through the air, the tall and agile elf uncurling in midair, bringing a soft foot to his chest, slamming him down into the ground as he slid across the ground, kicking up dirt and grass.
The momentum threw the elf forward, flying through the air and doing a front flip before she gracefully landed on the ground, her eyes locked on her opponent who seemed to act unphased by the hit, hand springing himself up to his feet, a collection of grass, dirt and a little bit of blood mixed onto his back. He whirled around, hunched over slightly from the hit and grinned.
The elf attacked with incredible speed, combinations of punches and kicks launching like a whirlwind. Each attack hit vital points on the man's body, causing him to be vulnerable to the attacks, blood bursting from his lower lip as a heel connected with his face. Her fighting style was repetative...and he knew the way to counterattack.
To her suprise, the man, bloody and battered, block a finaly kick to his stomach, his left hand catching the top of her foot and his right hand holding the bottom of her heel. She growled and tried to kick his head with the other, foot, whirling around and yelping painfully as he ducked but did not release her foot, twisting it into an awkward position.
His actions were quick, allowing the heel to rest in the palm of his hand for a moment as he began to pull the top of her foot down. His other hand reacted by thrusting the heel upward, twisting the foot into a great and brutal fashion. SNAP! He could hear her screams echo throughout the forest, the bone bursting from her skin at the ankle, blood spraying out towards the man, blood splatter hitting his bare chest.
Clawing at the ground, she could not think, the pain was so intense that she couldn't focus. She didn't even notice the man's cold hands being placed onto her other foot, following the same process with that foot as the other, the bone snapping quickly with his strength. The crippled elf cried out, rapidly spouting out some unknown language out into the forest.
Anger welled up inside of him, growling lowly down at her. He quickly grabbed her long purple hand and yanked backwards, dragging her slowly towards the moonwell, cries of pain echoing through the clearing.
"You DARE cry out for help after you have attacked ME?! You foolish elven whore! Your screams will be silenced soon, oh and how sweet the final screams will be as your life fades away!" The man spat out, looking down at her, her hands gripping at his wrist, helpless it seemed at this very moment.
They arrived at the moonwell and the man quickly placed her head onto the stone side, forcing her mouth open and placing her teeth onto the edge of the moonwell. He brought up his elbow and smashed it down onto the back of her head, watching as the teeth split outwards, blood spraying across the stone and into the glowing waters of the moonwell. Only a grin slid across this man's face.
Her cries split through the air, muffled by the stone. Her conciousness almost being lost. He allowed her a few moments to recover only slightly, hearing her whimpers like an angelic tune from a violin. Then he continued.
He brought her head up and made a mocking whimpering sound at her, causing her to cry out in frustration.
"Telegram for one bitchy night elf! SUPRISE!" He laughed and slammed her head into the stone, hearing a muffled crack. Then again, more cracking. Repeatedly, he found himself mashing the elf's skull into the moonwell, blood dribbling from her head. He panted heavily, heaving the woman up and sliding her into the waters of the moonwell. He jumped up himself, looking down upon her as more and more blood began to mix into the moonwell.
"Oh how one would wish for death right now, hmmm? I'm sure you do. I'm sure your heart just is begging to stop its long and hard work, having to support such a vile life in this world of unknown. And I will grant you what your heart desires...but just...not....yet."
He jumped down into the moonwell, causing the glowing liquid to spray across her face. She mumbled, dazed, destroyed, wishing for a savior. The man's dark form loomed over her, that grin never fading. He reached down and grabbed onto the bare bone that had split out her ankle. He began to pull slowly, causing the elf to thrash about with more intense pain as she felt it being snapped in more places. Soon, the man had a foot long bloody bone within his hands.
He observed the bone that had been removed from her leg, noticing that a nice point had been created at the break. He smiled lightly and began to rapidly stab into the elf's wrist, working his way up to the shoulder on both arms, the glowing moonwell's water soon turning to a glowing red color, corrupting it with elven blood.
"So peaceful like...such a natural elf, feeling the grips of pain within her body. Oh yes, how your screams echo into my mind like a sweet melody." He said, bringing a rough hand across her face, the other driving into the elf's stomach, causing her to gasp out in pain as the grips of death began to take hold of her. He leaned up to her ear and quietly whispered, "Let death take your vile soul from this world unknown...."
The bone stabbed into the elf's jugular, causing her to choke and weakly grab at her neck as the bone tore away from her, blood spraying from her throat. Finally, after a few moments of intense bleeding, her life faded away, leaving her to bleed more and more into the moonwell. A quiet voice spoke from the forest, his ocean blue eyes shooting towards the trees. He ducked lowly, staring off towards the source over the voice.
A small elven girl emerged from the forest's edge, looking over towards the moonwell curiously. She had never seen a moonwell glow red before! And she could faintly see her mother laying in it, her head facing the opposite way. She wore a little dress, holding a little wolf pup in her arms. She rushed over to the moonwell, seeking to see what her mommy was up to.
She looked down at the steps, slowly climbing over the rather large steps for her to get to the edge of the moonwell. Her glowing silver eyes looked at the water, unable to see through it, tainted by too much redness. As her eyes fell onto her mother's dead body, gasping out and tearing up, something stirred underneath the waters.
His head slowly rose from under the bloody moonwell's water, slowly opening his eyes, blood flicking off his eyelashes as he did so. A little elven girl. How sweet, he thought. His hand lunged out and grabbed the little girl's short green hair, yanking her and the little pup into the water.
The elven girl coughed heavily as she rose up in the water, trying to rub the blood from her eyes. Meanwhile, the pup was growling and swimming towards the man. He chuckled softly, grabbing it by the head, clamping its head with the iron grips of a death soon to come.
He lifted it from the water, grabbing its lower body with his free hand. Such a easy twist, listening to the small crack in the wolf pup's neck, the little thing going limp in his hands. He slipped over just in time as the little girl allowed her eyes to open again, recovering the the blood in her eyes. He lifted the dead pup infront of her eyes and waved it around in her face, using two fingers to make the puppy give a little wave to the girl.
The instant the dead pup waved at her, she began to scream in a high pitch, trying to back up but a hand held her there, mashing the puppy into her face, causing her to cry out louder, pleading somebody to help her. The man chuckled and mocked her, making a high pitched scream himself in her ear. Then he stuck his lips by her ear and yelled loudly, causing the ear drum to completely burst. She looked stunned for a moment, intense pain filling her, only able to hear her screams from one ear.
"Holy hell! Are you STILL screaming?! What the fuck is wrong with you?! SILENCE!" He yelled and thrusted her head down into the bloody water, watching her squirm as she tried to breath, taking in some of the corrupted water. He raised her head back up and listened to her coughing and gasps for air. "Oh no! WAAAAH! WAAAAH! Cry more!" He growled and then thrusted her back under the water, pushing her head against the stone bottom of the moonwell.
She thrashed about wildly, unable to breath, her eyes stuck open, faintly able to make out an object coming towards her under the blood filled water. Soon the image took on its form to her, the wolf pup bouncing up in down in the water like a puppet, in the grips of the man's hand. She tried to scream, filling her lungs with bloody water. Her vision slowly began to fade, reaching out weakly and taking the puppy from the man's hand, holding it close to her face, her silver eyes fluttering closed as death took ahold of her. Innocence failing in this cruel world.
"Your movements have stopped, your thrashing has ceased. No more movements, no more voice, no more soul rests within that body. Sleep...sleep...for you shall not return to this world. Remain unseen for a while, rest, rest..." He spoke into the water, allowing the body to raise above the water, seeing that she has he death clutch upon her poor pup. He smiled lightly, walking over to the mother, opening her amrs and setting the kid into her lap, draping the mother's arms over the child and pup like a loving hug from a mother in death.
"Such a cute family."
He hopped out of the moonwell, slowly making his way down, heading towards the forest, beginning to whistle a lullaby, snapping his fingers, giving it a little hip hop to it. He leaned down on his way, grabbing the bow that the mother had dropped before. His form slipped into the forest, shadows casting theirselves upon him.
Tears dripped down from an elven man's face, holding still in the shadows as the man slipped past him, heading deeper into the forest. As soon as he was sure the murderer was gone, he let out a quiet weeping sound, looking towards the moonwell. His wife, his child, dead because of that man. And he did nothing to stop it! He had been too afraid to protect his little girl, her little pup, his wife, his family.
The elf's form slipped from the shadows, beginning to head towards the moonwell but, something hit him, shoving him down into the dirt of the forest, letting out a yell of pain as a stick jabbed into his kidney.
"Such a little coward, I see! Thought you could hide from me? Oh joy, oh joy! My perception had kicked in and I saw you hiding, your form translucent in the shadows but I could see those glowing eyes of yours!" The murderer had spoke in some sort of tune, almost sounding like a poem to a lover. Before the elf could react, the murderer's hands gripped on the elf's wrists tightly and yanked backwards, propping a foot into the elf's back and forcing him forward.
The elf's eyes went wide as he felt his arms both pop out of their sockets, screaming out in pain. He didn't want to die! He wanted to live, why couldn't he just have stopped at his family! Unable to move his arms now, he saw the bow that his wife used, dangle infront of his face. The string then was placed at his neck, the murderer holding onto the wooden part of the bow behind the elf's head.
He yanked the bow back, driving the string into the elf's neck, choking him. The elf could hear the soft humming of the murderer behind him, sobbing heavily. His murderer was enjoying the life parting from him.
Soon, the elf's eyes bugged out, blood vessels in his eyes popping and tinting his glowing eyes red with blood, it dripping down his pale face.
"I've....been workin' on the raaaaaailroooooad....All the live long daaaay!" The murderer sang out, the choking of the elf filling him with such joy. It was quicker than the rest but he was getting rather bored killing people with such little supplies. It was less fun but soon he had choked the elven male to death, looking down curiously to check if he was really dead. A finger came to the elf's neck, feeling a faint pulse.
"FAKING?!" He yelled out. He watched the elf's eyes jolt open, obviously knowing he had been caught. He struggled to try and crawl away, the bow slipping back off his neck. But this action was halted as a hand came to the bottom of his chin and then another on the back of his head. With a swift twist, he felt his neck snap and then everything going black, diving into sweet oblivion. The murderer let out an almost erotic sigh, shivering in the cold night air as a breeze was cast upon him.
”The mother, the daughter, the dog, the father….the family….so easily taken from this world, cast into a place of darkness and sorrow, separated from one another. Their souls will not go, they will remain with me, adding to the collection of souls that I already have taken. By blood, they all have died, none of natural causes and they will never be free. They are all mine, their deaths living on within my memory. Sleep, spirits, for you are bound to my body, my weapons, my life. If I fall, you all are destroyed, best make yourselves useful!”
The murderer grinned, the air around him distorting, causing some sort of rift to open around his very body from the world of death, revealing the pale ghostly faces of many. The family, soldiers, children, women, all trapped within the area around the murderer, crying out, moaning out in pain.
“I am the Silent Slasher of the day, the night, this world.”
End of Chapter 1!
By now, your probably curious as to why I am such a disturbing person, writing this for my own enjoyment. I write to be creative. I see this as being creative. Blood, pain, and ultimate death. The character remained un-named in the story for the entire time because I wanted to leave openings for readers to call them what they wanted. "Scum" "Psycho" "Crazy son of a bitch". You could decide.
There will be more to come when I have the time to write more of the story.
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