trapped in paradiseA Story by izicoa flash fiction that is horror in natureI pushed through the
last tangled branches onto a small clearing. The sudden beauty hit as hard as a
smack. A new tear welled and broke free of its deep blue cell to roll down my
cheek and then to fall into free air. The sun and breeze came as a welcome
relief from the overbearing and humid jungle. Laid before me the world turned
into clear sky until the horizon met the sea in an endless mingling, a oneness
consuming the world wholly. Fifty feet underneath, the sound of waves crashing
against jagged rocks. The sound was oddly relaxing with dense jungle behind and
open air in front. The clearing had an isolated but safe aura, and a strangely
homey and comfortable essence filled the space and then me. What’s more, before me laid the perfectly
fallen lodge. I sat and then leaned against it; the thick grass that blanketed
THE ground slowly absorbed the aches of the long ordeal it had taken to get
there. A slow and sleepy breath escaped my mouth followed by the words “Paradise, pure paradise”. Sleep gripped me, and then I was dreaming the
sweetest dreams of playing, laughing, running, of being held and being
fed. The
dream was filled with people but two most of all with equal part similarities
and differences to me. Once I had woken, I found the sun setting over the
ocean. By all rights, it should’ve lifted my spirits, a truly unique experience
no other person has ever or will ever be in this spot to see the sunset. But with the setting of the sun, the realization of
the darkness dawned upon me that I was alone, truly alone. My first thought was
to leave this place, but the jungle closed on one side, like a wall, impassable
in the fading light in my eyes. Panic had me in its teeth, shaking me left to right
as the light faded further. I was frozen and it took long moments before my
sense returned. “Fire”. I said out loud to no one, for there was on
one there, but just saying it aloud made me feel stronger. Just after the sun
vanished and the moon had entered, a fire of my own was cracking and popping.
It was then I noticed something strange. Spreading to the left and right of me
laid at equal distance small lights, no fires, in a row. The cool breeze that had so easily put me to sleep
had turned rabid, pulling at my cloths, then cutting right through them. I turn
to return to the safety of my fire. It was then that I could hear a
scream. I think… yes, there it is again, loud and shrill. Once more, it is to
the left of me, and it filled me with pain and fear. I turn in time to see the
fire furthest away from me gutter out. Panicking once again, I fill the night
with shouts. “Hello, is anybody there, please!” I slump down and hunch over, hugging my legs whilst
staring at my feet and the fire, I am too scared to look up or left again. Fear
and confusion fills me, and I fall sideways, tucking into a ball, wishing this
nightmare to end. I shut my eyes hoping this would be gone. However, when I opened
them again, I realize that this is indeed, a reality. There were more screams,
louder than the last time. I can’t move, I am paralyzed, stuck in my ball, but
after a moment or two, the screams stop. But then, worst of all, the trees began to move and
rattle. I stand fast and as straight as an arrow, every hair I had was standing
on ends. I can’t breathe. There is a pair of glowing red eyes, slicing
downwards, burning bright, relentless and never blinking, but only shining in
the dark. My vision is temporarily blurred as I feel hot tears falling freely
down my face. Then just like that, he, or it, is gone. I fall to my knees and
begin to wrench. The vain in my neck bulged and I could feel the blood rush to
my face. Just a close call, I tell myself, just a close call, but nothing more. Yet again I heard screaming, this time even louder
than the last, but this time, words are coming in-between the horrifying
sounds. “No please, not yet! God no, please, help!
Help!” It came rushed and scared to me, but I was helpless
to help the silence. I look over to see there is only one fire left, the
fire on my left. When it’s my turn I will not scream, but it will be
me soon, I know without a doubt. Once more, I hear the screaming, but this time, it
is so loud that I have to cover my ears. It did no good, but amongst the pained
crying and terrified screams, I hear to my horror, the tearing, ripping,
crunching, and what sounded like bones breaking between teeth. Then the fire
died and I know I am next. Once more, the stirring in the bushes rustled
again. Once more, the eyes return but this time, it pushed straight THROUGH the
trees. Standing, I am ready to face whatever comes. What it is, is a tall thin
creature, easily over 7 feet, its long lean body is mostly covered by a sheet
of moth eaten fabric. But by what I can see, it resembles a man, but its arms
are too long and its ankle joints too far up, giving the creature a slightly
slanted GAIT. Both hands and feet clawed, its face remains covered by a
hood, hiding the horror underneath. My heart is gripped by SHEER terror as it
sniffs at the air. My BOWELS turn to jelly and the monster’s contents
slide slow and thick down my leg. The creature turns ponderously towards me,
covering the small space to my fire in no time at all. The fire seemed to
shrivel and die in its very present, but true to my word, I did not scream. I
just turn and sprint until there is no more ground to sprint into. Now before
me lay empty sky. If the choice is to be ripped into pieces or smashed against
the rocks, I knew my choice. I jump and finally again, close my eyes. The
nothingness of the sky embraces me wholly. As a lover, my last thought is
freedom. Then a sharp, intense pain stabs through my left
ankle. The creature had caught me in midair. This time I did scream as its
claws punch THROUGH the bones of my ankle. It slowly begins to pull me up.
As the blood ran down, mixing with the s**t, my heart burst. An end, but a
painful one.
the end© 2014 izicoAuthor's Note
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