Chapter Six
Monster
Sword
By:
Alex K. Barton
Drip,
Plop, Drip, Drip, David watched drops of water splash and mix with
the dark purple ooz covering the floor. He had been waiting, waiting
to wake up. Slowly he realized he wasn’t going to wake up, and that
it may not be a bad idea to look around. At least try and find
someplace that made him feel safe. The knowledge he was not alone
still lingered in his mind. He rolled onto his knees and then stood.
The feeling of saggy wet pants is never a desirable one. So, he began
to try and wring out the moister to no avail. He settled for wiping
his hands off and changing his focus. He was glad he had a sword. He
felt powerful with it. A primal urge and excitement flooded over him.
One of a need for survival. Almost holding his breath he took a step
with no more than the hope he was headed toward the exit. The
dripping sound was almost soothing he thought. Like a fountain, like
ocean waves. The white noise of the drops were suddenly interrupted
with a splash. David froze and looked around with wide eyes. Trying
to conquer the darkness. He took a few more steps. Another splash,
followed by the sound of slithering and clicking. He began to move
faster. The sounds grew and began to follow him growing more and more
frantic. David ran. The walls of the cave came to life with small
creatures like the one that had dragged him into this world. They
spat their tentacle like arms and threw them self’s from the
ceiling trying to latch on to him. Clumsily he lifted his sword and
sliced one of the slugs in half. He turned a corner and saw a bright
light. “The exit” he thought.
In a
dead sprint he ran into the light. His eyes adjusted to the bright
white around him only to reveal a large cavern with a hole in the
ceiling. He quickly turned to face his pursuers. Nothing. The cave
had fallen into a dead silence. He could hear his heart beating, his
breath, hot in his mouth. He took a deep sigh. And began to walk with
caution into the large chamber before him. Its never a good sign when
what scares you gets scared. He thought. As he walked he saw in the
shadows the little creatures scurrying around. What are they waiting
for he thought.
The
ground began to shake a steady rumble. He saw no path, no exit before
him... Only a large red glowing dot hovering in the abyss before him
. The rumble continued. And out of the shadows the source of the
rumbling emerged. A beast the size of a bus pulled its body into the
light. With the dropping of its weight on the cavern floor the room
shook. The monstrous thing seemed to deflate and jiggle like a
balloon full of water.
“Oh
shit, I think I have found momma.” David said as he backed up
slowly. He knew there was no escape. He felt it in his bones. In the
bones of his ancestors. He knew he had to fight for his life. He
readied himself and tried to get good footing as he raised his sword.
“Monster
sword!, Monster Sword.” Little voices all around him whisper. There
was a feeling and the sound of scurrying out side the spotlight the
hole in the the ceiling made around him. The large slug in front of
him began to groan.
“You'vve
not hellld powerrr, over me, and minnne for agessss Canavar. What
makesss you think you hoold powerr now?” The sack of flesh, shook
and writhed
“I
don't know what your talking about. I just want to go home.” David
said trembling
“I
Donn't speeeak tooo youu weak thinng.” The huge bloated legs of the
slug raised up and out from under them came two tentacle arms. One
thrust at David and wrapped around his ribs knocking the air out of
him, and raising him off the ground. He dropped his sword and gasped
to take a breath to no avale. As the blade slid from his hand hilt
first the razor sharp edge sliced open his palm and blood began
pouring from the deep wound. As the weapon fell to the ground it
began to change in color glazed in human blood. From its former state
of steel it morphed a to crimson black. A yellow light shone from it.
A circle at the base of the blade began to pulse and turn to
something that looked like skin. David couldn’t breath. He kept
trying to pull in a breath but with every inhale the tentacles grip
grew tighter and tighter. The cracking of his ribs was the unbearable
panic and pain of being crushed to death slowly. The monster sword
stood fully changed. An ancient power fed by human blood, and
sacrifice had been awakened. Out of the skin like circle on the blade
a slime covered slug like monster formed. A mating of human and
monster born in a embryotic sack. It grew and burst into life
breaking the egg shell of skin surrounding it. One large yellow eye
looked at David. Its life giver, its father. A burst of light sliced
though the tentacle holding David. He fell to the ground. The yellow
eyed monster squirmed to Davids side and coiled around his ribs. With
another flash of yellow light David was healed. Without question or
prompt he stood in fear and anger. He charged at the red eyed slug
creature pulling the Monster sword from the ground and swung it with
all his strength into the red target hovering before him. Like dart
into a bulls eye the sword slid into the creatures flesh. The wound
the blade made began to fester and the body of the beast pulsated and
shook expanding and contracting. Suddenly, it exploded throwing David
across the cavern. The skin of the slug was plastered to all the
walls and purple and brown slime dripped from everything. Moments
later David awoke laying in the carcase of his defeated enemy. Next
to him sat the little yellow-eyed slug. He jumped up in panic a shock
pointed his sword at it.
“What
is going on? I know you all fucking talk or some bullshit! Out with
it. Tell me, or your going to look like your friend here! Show me the
way out!”
It
seemed to look up at him. It scurried toward the main body portion of
there former bus sized enemy. David looked down at the blade and
remembered small instance of what had happened. He looked at the
wound on his hand. It still looked fresh and still hurt but there was
no blood. It was as if the blade cleaned the wound. Or at least
disposed of the blood... He felt his ribs they weren’t broken
anymore. He walked toward his yellow eyed companion. It crawled
though the ribs of the defeated and seemed to be leading David. In
fact the flesh had been busted off a large portion of the animal that
made its ribs look like a gateway. David felt oddly comfortable with
following the small monster. As if something was talking to him
telling him everything will be alright. As much as he wanted to deny
this feeling he felt calm. Suddenly, he was crawling on his hands and
knees in a carpet of guts. He kept crawling trying not to cut himself
again on his blade, and following the little monster deeper and
deeper inside of the corpse. They stopped at a sharp ninety degree
angle up. Obviously a drastic change in the body’s placement. He
shook his head as if wakening from a day dream. “What am I doing?”
He said audibly. The yellow eyed monster looked back at him and shot
a tentacle out rapping up his hands and the sword. They began moving
at a blinding speed straight up through the inside of the monsters
corps, the little yellow-eyed slug dragging David with it. Davids
mouth filled with purple goop, and the feeling of a warm chunky
gelatine was sliding across his face as the corridor he was being
pulled up through became more and more narrow. They burst forth into
daylight. As if being reborn. David was half way out of what looked
unmistakably like a giant anus. He threw up a little purple ooze and
pulled himself out the rest of the way. Exhausted, mentally and
physically he slid off of the massive puckered hole that was
protruding from the ground, threw up some more because of the smell
and began to try and get a handle on what was going on.
To be
continued...
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