Sleep now in the fire

Continued from this post.

You run past a chapel, but you know that they offer no sanctuary in this place.

Ahead of you, the wide doors to your school are chained shut, but this does not stop you and you throw yourself through the glass. Picking yourself up you wince as you feel the glass cut into your flesh, but stopping means worse. And so you run. You run down the hall, heading for the rear exit. But it seems so far away…

Behind you the sounds of feet on the broken glass spur you on. You dare not look back. They call to you, in voices you recognise. But they are different now. You keep running. Ahead of you a dark shadow is cast on the glass of the door. There is no way out.

You turn into a classroom and lock the door. You are trapped.

Once again you ask yourself…What have I done to deserve this?

You can hear them now, coming closer. They chant, they pray. And under the chanting you hear the maniacal screams, screeches and dragging chains of the lesser ones. The ones who hunt you. The ones who chase. They are the servants, the soldiers, the lost. No more human than a dog.

The chanting grows louder. Prayers. These are the followers. These are the flock. They, at least, are still in control.

You will not allow yourself to lose. On the horizon, the sun rises and you feel the dream slipping away.

You throw yourself through a window and land…somwhere else. Not the school. No, you land outside a house. The flock are gone. The slaves are gone. The air is silent.

You know this house…

“As well you should.”

You turn. It is Her.

“It would be so much easier to join us.”

She is no friend of yours. Not anymore. She is clad in robes, she floats, her eyes are cold, blank, white. She is one of the preachers. The Disciples. The voices of their god.

Your strength leaves you and you collapse. They have won. Friends surround you now, but they are not themselves. They are mutilated, they are monsters. They are Enslaved. Behind them stand others, in robes and hoods. They are the flock. They are the Followers.

Morning is so close…

The monsters draw close, the flock prays. The voice laughs.

A familiar voice echoes through the air.

“What is it like to die, boy?”

You wake as they kill.

2 Responses to “Sleep now in the fire”

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   August 28, 2009 at 11:34 pm

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2. Diff.thinkr says:

   August 29, 2009 at 12:26 pm

   I must say you have a very good talent in story telling. It really keeps a shroud of mist around each and every sentence and keeps you guessing even though it is pretty short(the way I like it)

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