Mayhem
by Elizabeth Averay
The noise is unbelievable. I think my ears are bleeding. It’s so loud I can’t make out what any of it is!
Underground in a cave system it or they are everywhere. Tiny specks of light like stars come down from the ceiling giving a strange dark twilight effect. Something falls against me. I scream, but I don’t know if I make any sound – there is just too much noise.
The small shaft of light shows me that an arm landed on me – adorned with glittering silver rings and large rubies.
There are pieces of people everywhere, clumps strewn around, falling everywhere.
I try and stay low to the ground. What is doing this? I can’t tell. The noise has become a constant roaring that won’t cease.
There are small figures moving all over, scurrying around. They are collecting the jewels off the body parts and running away with glee in their strange luminous eyes.
There is a crown on the ground near me. It looks old and tarnished, with a great diamond at what I think is the front. It lies in the biggest spear of light and the creatures shy away from it. One grabs a hacked-off leg and uses it as a bloody pole to knock the crown out of the light. When the others see this they converge on the one with the leg in one hand and the crown now in the other.
A battle to the death has broken out amongst eight of the horrid things. One has its head ripped clean off and it sails to the spot where the crown was.
I get my first real look at these things.
Large luminous eyes, batwing ears, grey-green skin and pointed long fang-like teeth – and a black tongue lolling out. It is hideous!
Then a living one lands in front of me. I see its mouth open, the awful roaring is coming from these things, and now they are everywhere, cramming in tighter than ever. I am squashed against a wall with three of them trying to climb up me, I guess to get more space. Then – what I suppose is their lord – comes in and sheer chaos erupts.
Erupts.
The last thing I see is the lord’s hand as it wraps around my head.
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