blades into the air, next to its face,
and licked the blood off with its long tongue. Its eyes widened,
its whole body shaking, as it removed the tattered clothing to
reveal what it was hiding underneath. My word, I was repulsed. Who
would do such a thing? I mean, I was a villain too, but not this
bad. So many scars, so many incisions; it was as if someone had
ripped the poor creature apart and just staffed it back up with
different parts, to make it more menacing.
“You blood is wonderful, it is pure bliss,”
it demanded, tilting its back down, the tips of the blades inches
from the floor. “I must have more—I need moooooreee!”
With that said, the
abomination of a creature darted for me, striking at me with its
clawed swords, hoping to gush more of my blood. I dodged left and
right, bending down whenever it swung in a horizontal motion—even
though I was being pressured, the challenge being presented in
front of me was exciting me. It would certainly bring me sheer joy
to kill this beast. Break its
beak , I thought, or break its neck . I had so many
ways I wanted to kill it, but I decided to take my time and enjoy
the carnage and mayhem, while I still could.
“You are fast, I will grant you that,” I
commented, blinking, clapping in appraisal, a few seconds after.
“Not a lot of people can push me back like this, but then again, I
haven’t even been trying to fight back.”
“You talk too much,” it bellowed, using its
beak, this time, to make a frontal attack.
I paced back, my back hitting the door, and
rolled out of the way, grabbing a metal scroll that had fallen
beneath the table. I bashed the creature in the head three times,
felling it to the ground, before picking up the wooden table, and
smashing it against its back. Whirling in pain, it spread its
metallic wings, the gears in the back spinning in all direction,
and took for the air. Winds raged through the room, the snow
starting to pile up an inch over the floor, as the creature turned
around, smiling. Opening its mouth, fire roared, spreading to every
inch of the room. I ran towards the child, shielding him from harm,
my hands raised apart. I felt the burning sensation, my flesh being
synched off, but I didn’t flinch.
“Impossible! What are you?” the creature
asked, landing on the wet floor, the wings on its back flapping
against the powerful wind. “You should have been burned to
death.”
“Perhaps, foul creature, but I am under no
obligation to tell you,” I roared, sprinting forward, my left arm
curled back. “This is where you shall perish.”
Pulling back, the creature roared another
blaze of intense fire, but I plodded through it, shoving my left
hand into its mouth. I grabbed the bottom part of the beak, and
thrashed the beast into the ground, as my flesh was starting to
return to my scarred up body. Perks of being immortal!
“Now, what shall you punishment be?” I asked
it, stepping on its left leg, and breaking its thigh bones. “How do
you want to perish? By my hands, or in this blizzard?”
“Mercy,” it pleaded, trying to stand up. “I
was only following orders.”
“Mercy is for the weak,” I replied, crashing
its other foot with my leg. “And you, my friend, are not weak. How
many others were there before me? How many others did you take
before you came for us?”
“Only ninety,” it replied, using its arms to
try to escape. “Please, have mercy.”
“Like I told you before, mercy is for the
weak,” I roared, jumping into the air, my left knee angled, and
dealing a lethal blow to the spine.
The creature shrieked, its tongue sticking
out, before it went numb and silent. Grabbing the unconscious
creature, I raised it above my head, and threw it as hard as I
could against the door. Blood splattered everywhere, as its body
crashed through the wooden door, landing in the corridor.
“I suggest we move,” I patted the boy, who
looked more scared of me than of the creature.
“Are you human?” he asked,