Re: The Legends Continue
Posted: 16 Jun 2014, 20:20
***June 10, 2014**
Eaten by Piranha.
Another thought that would be funny, if it hadn't happened to me. Tonight I cornered a villager. A woman.I know it is wrong to prey on the weak, but I needed answers and no one would come near enough that I could catch them and force them to talk. So when I was roaming around, unseen by them, I caught one. She was so frightened she didn't even scream. I took her back to the hut and I made her tell me... well draw me... what happened.
From lots of pantomiming and scribbled drawings, I have come to understand that I was fished out of the Amazon River. I guess I had some how fallen in and the piranha attacked. I must have been bleeding. I wasn't there long, thankfully, just long enough for the damage to be done. The cannibals fished me out and took me to their village. They put me in a hut, thinking I was dead.
You can imagine their surprise when dinner got up and tried to go outside. It was chaos, but I honestly didn't pay much attention because that was the time I found I couldn't go in to the sun at all. It burned like hell fire. So I retreated back in to the darkness and that was when I realized that part of my skull was missing. So was the flesh on one side of my face. Thank goodness there were no mirrors. I could feel the slick tendons and bone when I touched it. But there didn't seem to be any pain.
After a brief examination, just enough to gross myself out, I crawled to the doorway and watched the people. There was such a flurry of activity, it looked much like a kicked hill of fire ants. The people were running all over and screaming. Some one who looked like maybe a chief or shaman type was screaming at the top of his lungs and waving a stick around. The stick rattled with the bones of children. I can only assume they had been appetizers at some point.
Any way, after much flailing and screaming, they sent these women, all of them terrified, and all carrying these clay jugs. As they got closer the smell hit me. Rich, intoxicating. My stomach growled embarrassingly, but I found I didn't care as long as I could have what ever was in those containers. I moved away from the door and they placed them just barely inside, safely staying in the sun. As each jug was set down, the woman ran away. But again my attention was focused elsewhere.
When they were gone, I crawled forward and drank two of the jugs straight down. I am not even sure I tasted it. On the third I took my time to savor the salty sweet copper tang that washed over my tongue. It was then I realized it was blood. The thought should have made me sick, but it didn't. Instead I kept drinking until all four jugs were empty. Then I retreated in to the darkness.
I could feel my face beginning to tingle and when I lifted my hands to check, I swear I felt muscle reforming, slowly, but surely growing back in to place. I think I knew in that moment, but I just did not want to accept it. But there really is no denying it. The more blood they brought me, the more I healed. And now, the only thing missing is my memory of who I was. But I know who I am now.
A psychotic, blood thirsty, serial killing monster.
Eaten by Piranha.
Another thought that would be funny, if it hadn't happened to me. Tonight I cornered a villager. A woman.I know it is wrong to prey on the weak, but I needed answers and no one would come near enough that I could catch them and force them to talk. So when I was roaming around, unseen by them, I caught one. She was so frightened she didn't even scream. I took her back to the hut and I made her tell me... well draw me... what happened.
From lots of pantomiming and scribbled drawings, I have come to understand that I was fished out of the Amazon River. I guess I had some how fallen in and the piranha attacked. I must have been bleeding. I wasn't there long, thankfully, just long enough for the damage to be done. The cannibals fished me out and took me to their village. They put me in a hut, thinking I was dead.
You can imagine their surprise when dinner got up and tried to go outside. It was chaos, but I honestly didn't pay much attention because that was the time I found I couldn't go in to the sun at all. It burned like hell fire. So I retreated back in to the darkness and that was when I realized that part of my skull was missing. So was the flesh on one side of my face. Thank goodness there were no mirrors. I could feel the slick tendons and bone when I touched it. But there didn't seem to be any pain.
After a brief examination, just enough to gross myself out, I crawled to the doorway and watched the people. There was such a flurry of activity, it looked much like a kicked hill of fire ants. The people were running all over and screaming. Some one who looked like maybe a chief or shaman type was screaming at the top of his lungs and waving a stick around. The stick rattled with the bones of children. I can only assume they had been appetizers at some point.
Any way, after much flailing and screaming, they sent these women, all of them terrified, and all carrying these clay jugs. As they got closer the smell hit me. Rich, intoxicating. My stomach growled embarrassingly, but I found I didn't care as long as I could have what ever was in those containers. I moved away from the door and they placed them just barely inside, safely staying in the sun. As each jug was set down, the woman ran away. But again my attention was focused elsewhere.
When they were gone, I crawled forward and drank two of the jugs straight down. I am not even sure I tasted it. On the third I took my time to savor the salty sweet copper tang that washed over my tongue. It was then I realized it was blood. The thought should have made me sick, but it didn't. Instead I kept drinking until all four jugs were empty. Then I retreated in to the darkness.
I could feel my face beginning to tingle and when I lifted my hands to check, I swear I felt muscle reforming, slowly, but surely growing back in to place. I think I knew in that moment, but I just did not want to accept it. But there really is no denying it. The more blood they brought me, the more I healed. And now, the only thing missing is my memory of who I was. But I know who I am now.
A psychotic, blood thirsty, serial killing monster.