Lost forever-more

The horns of depravity and madness had blown, to survive desire was needed. The young slobbered over the bodies of the dead like pigs, and the rotting flesh of the old like beasts unleashed in the wild. Screams never came out of those who have their muscles torn apart, the ligaments and tendons devoured by mouths filled with hunger, and eyes filled with madness. It was a sight more gruelling than the Apocalypse, much more demonic than hell. Humans, forced to rip the flesh off their loved ones and those unknown to live. The were no friends, no family, no hate, no love but just the sole instinct to survive.

The land wasn't green, it was metallic with vast stretches of pipes and mechanical vines smothering the ground. The skies were tainted a nauseating, mustard yellow, perhaps forever, with the yellow haze strangling the few to breathlessness. The tinge of rotten flesh and rotting flesh infused with the gas excreted from the machinery. Many, only wearing tattered cloaks, with muscle less hands, moaned and groaned. Through days of yearning and fear, the moans echoed through the yellow haze, with no one answering them.

A single girl stood in this madness, no human was there... Civilisation was gone, society... Just a forgotten memory laying about in the oblivion. Only animals roamed this pandemonium, gulping the flesh available. The machines reign supreme with their cold hearted condescension. The girl knew nothing of humanity, born into a world without language, no society and no hope. Her once pure, white teeth were tainted with the muscles of her mother, her hands soaked in the blood of her father, and the tattered remains of her siblings lay beneath her wrinkled feet.

She slowly dragged herself towards the closed door, leaving footprints of blood, soon engulfed by the sickly yellow haze. She then swung her leg back and with all her might towards the door. Bang! echoed through the haze, as each and every tendons and muscles ripped themselves to shreds. Blood erupted from her knees like a volcano. Bang! She then continued to strike the metal flesh. Bang! Bang! Bang! Now a dent, smeared in blood, not only her's but of the many before her. Gravity and pain took over, her bones fractured! Her feet disfigured! She then dropped to her knees, as she made a ripple in the pond of her own blood.
"Password required for access" the machine spoke monotonously.
The girl didn't move a muscle, she then clutched her fist in the shape of a hammer. Bang! Now her had engraved onto the smeared dent. Bang! Bang! She repeatedly hammered the dented door.
"I repeat, password required for access" the machine spoke, in it's cold, engineered voice.
The girl didn't flinch or even move a muscle, she had no will, no thoughts, but just the desire, the desire to break through the door. Her eyes showed no emotions. Bang! She continued to hammer the door as her veins and arteries ripped themselves apart, as her blood coated the metal flesh. Her arms fell victims to powerlessness and gravity. By now lifting her arms was an impossible task.

The girl finally glared at the dented door with aimlessly. She stood there, motionless as blood poured out from her arms and legs, and formed a fountain beneath her.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Now her head was against the smeared dent. Blood flowed from her head, as wounds ripped themselves through the skin to reveal the skull. Bang! Bang! She repeatedly smashed her skull against the door as blood streamed out, and her skull fracturing at every impact.

Bang! Her head was split open as blood flowed like streams, her bones shattering away like dust. At last, she fell into the puddle of her own blood. The dented door stood strong like a Titan, with it's almighty metallic aura.
An old man, tattered, flesh-less at most, only skin wrapped around bones with little flesh clinging onto him. He slowly held his fragile old hands and beckons the little girl, who stood there, senseless.

Her broken, fractured head slowly rose from the pool of blood. She then slithered her way across the metal soil, leaving a trail of thick, red blood, soon devoured by the yellow haze. She then neared the old man and stood on her knees, coughing blood onto his half rotten, wrinkled face. The old man smiled, and closed his eyes as the girl opened her mouth wide and swung herself towards the wrinkled, old man.
...
Only bones were now left of the old man. The bones of the girl cemented themselves back together. Her muscles and tendons, stitching themselves and engraving themselves onto her bones. Her broken legs now healed, she was born anew, not as a human but as a creature of madness and insanity.

"Experiment successful, proceeding onto stage two" the machine declared, yet again in it's cold, engineered, monotonous tone...

Author's Note

Um this story was written on a complete emotional spur, and then I re-visited it for some editing. Please correct me on my grammar and punctuation, and give me some opinions on how you found the story, personally I wrote it from a spur of disturbia. Thank you and looking forward to hearing from you.

Reviews

[pstalbot]

I liked the description in this, it reminded me of a couple hell descriptions or hell-like places and it was cool to get a little depth on those themes. I like that the landscape seems to be the materialism of falling into a deep insanity, or the insanity is coming from the landscape. I think it would be interesting to contrast this story with a real life look at the girl mixed in either contrasting the result to highlight the drastic-ness or to show a change in the main character. I think if you did that you shouldn't explain how she got there or what "there" is. The mystery of it is good to let the reader fill in the gaps and like the story because it's partly theirs, too.

[Relinqua]

Thank you so much:) looking forward to hearing from you soon!

[Cyndy Robinson]

This is like "Faust". You call it or a story but its more poetry than a story. Very well crafted. If there was grammar or punctuation who would ever notice? I wish I could write like this from a spur of disturbia.

[Relinqua]

Thank you so much, grammar and punctuation are my fears in writing. Looking forward to hearing from you soon:)

[wlkwih2]

I liked the ending. It got me thinking, and reminded me of Ellison's "I have no mouth, but I must scream".

[Relinqua]

Thank you, never heard of her but kinda used the cliché ending plan from the Sci-fi genre, thanks again for reviewing, looking forward to hearing from you soo.