They both walked down many corridors. Soon the corridors turned into many hallways. They found them selves in the throne room. It was empty of people. A single lonely throne was near the end of the room. The walls were all cracked, pieces were missing. The beautiful stained glass windows were no more. It looked as if a war had happened in that great hall.
They walked past the throne and into a courtyard. It wasn’t filled with shrubs, flowers and trees. Instead there were bleachers in a circle. They were surrounding dirt that was stained with blood. They were shoved in the centre. Only half a stand was filled. Filled with people who looked like they wanted blood, our blood, thought Peter.
The guard who brought them there took his spot at a large podium. He removed his helmet. It revealed a handsome man. He had blond hair, green eyes, and a strong chin. He looked around, seemingly seeing a large crowd of people. The few on the bleacher kept shouting ‘kill them!’ The man raised his hand and spoke.
“We are gathered here today to take revenge once again. Revenge on the city beyond the Forest of Life. We shall start by the throwing of stones. Followed by the cutting of their testicles, and finally we will tear out their intestines. Then let the birds feast upon their corpses.”
Even though there were so few people, the crowd sounded as loud as if it was filled. They all stood up and stepped off. They reached to the ground and picked up the stones. No movement was made. No sound was heard but the wind. The man raised his hand and the torturing commenced.
Stones flew towards them. Hitting every inch of Peter‘s body. He grunted with each hit. He tried to protect himself but it failed. He could see the boy trying to run but couldn’t escape. He wanted to protect the boy, even if it was his own torturer’s flesh and blood.
He felt a burning sensation in his arm. There were bruises but no cuts. He couldn’t understand the pain and where it came from. He tried going towards the boy but felt a hands grip his legs and pull him back. Laughing was heard from everywhere.
He yelled for them to stop, he yelled for help, but none of helpless cries were dealt with. He felt anger for being a coward; he also felt fear for he knew death was upon him. A large object hit his face. He blacked out.
 Rosalinda Plaisance · Tue Nov 18, 2008 @ 09:20pm · 0 Comments |
