Lion in the sky

The pure darkness of the starry night is all I can see except for the sinister glow of ITS’ dark blue eyes. IT flicks ITS’ flashlight on, to reveal ITS monstrous grinning face. The grin is ear to ear showcasing ITS’ perfect white teeth. They sparkle. ITS’ grin is evil and filled with sadistic cruelty and enjoyment. IT has a horrible, evil, beautiful face…ITS’ face shows evilness and a shimmering hunger I can’t even understand or explain. The hollowness, the bloodlust, the growing need for violence and pain is all that is in ITS’ black, rotten heart. There is nothing human about IT. IT has to be a demon sent from the deepest, cruelest depths of hell itself, because there is just no way any human could be so… I don’t know. What word could I use to describe IT that is deserving of ITS’ heartless, murderous, sadistic, evil nature? I don’t think there is a word that can explain just how deprived IT is. Yes, IT has to be from Hell. I should have known that there was something wrong with IT. IT has always been too perfect, too nice, too polite, too polished. ITS’ smiles always did seem to have a pointy and uncanny edge to them. They always showed too many teeth. Always too shiny. I bet IT rehearsed them in the mirror so IT could blend into the rest of humanity. I can feel ITS’ glowing eyes on me, probably imagining what screams will sound like, what my bleeding flesh will feel like, what my blood will taste like… IT pulls out the blade that is already caked in dark blood, still fresh… Milly’s blood… I feel sick. A fearsome lion in the sky roars above us, hidden in the dark gray clouds. Powerful lightning strikes with speed and rage, lighting up the dark sky, leaving shaky smoke stains in their wake. For those brief, glorious moments the lighting lights the sky gifting us with a few precious moments of light so you can see the beautiful, hydrated forest clearly. The towering trees, the multicolored wild flowers that have claimed the earth’s ground. To me the forest has always been nature’s version of a city. The trees serve as the skyscrapers and apartments, the forest filled with opportunity and life. The lightning leaves and doing so leaves him with IT and the darkness. IT walks closer to me. The air is thick with tension and death. My pulse quickens, my muscles tighten, I walk backwards. Trying to keep as much distance between us as possible. ITS’ horrible grin grows. IT is enjoying this. I hate IT. For a lingering second I debate running, running into the very forest that trapped me in here with IT. The forest that allowed IT to take Milly’s breath. But I know that won’t work, ITS’ legs are much longer and stronger than mine, IT will catch up within a few seconds if I’m lucky. And I think that today has shown me that luck is definitely not on my side. I wonder if I have done something to offend it, and that is why this has happened to me. Or maybe I have no one to blame but myself. If I hadn’t been so easily fooled and won over by ITS’ charm none of this would have happened. Milly wouldn't be dead If it wasn't for me. I draw in a strangled breath and take three lengthy steps away from IT. My heart pounds in my chest as blood rages in my ears. IT grins and takes three steps to match mine. My heart pounds faster, my fingers clench into fists, fear and terror rushes through my bloodstream making my pulse impossibly fast. I feel desperate tears poke at the corner of my eyes. I don’t want to cry in front of IT. I will not give IT the satisfaction of seeing me cry. Lightning strikes the ground in one swift yet powerful movement leaving shimmering sparks of multiple colors. An ugly black spot forms, killing the life that was once there. Killing the luxurious grass and blooming flowers. I imagine me and Milly as that black spot. Dead and scarred. Rid of all life and future growth. The chance to live, explore, evolve, and grow so brutally taken away in a split second. Expect the lightning is ITS’ blade and the ground is my flesh. The lion roars again. My whole body freezes in silencing terror and absolute dread. My mind is screaming at me to run but my legs won’t obey. Every cell in my body is filled with fear. Why won’t I run? Why won’t I fight back? Coward. I am standing here like a deer caught in headlights. I should be running as fast as my pathetic legs will carry me, I should be clawing, punching, biting, anything…. IT is right in front of me. The lion roars. Bloodred lightning dominates the sky and then strikes the earthy ground claiming more life. Soon my life will be claimed. I take a few fearful steps backwards, towards the cliff's edge… IT grins wickedly, playing with the bloody blade. ITS’ eyes gleamed with enjoyment. “What? Gonna kill yourself?” The violent waves smash into the rocky surface making the ground shake slightly. ITS’ voice makes me freeze completely. Like IT pressed a magic button and put me on pause. IT walks closer. The lion roars, desperate and outraged. Lightning strikes, impatient and fierce. My heart pounds violently, my hearing dulled due to the pounding blood in my ears. I focus my sight on anything but IT. Which I know is not very smart, I just don’t want to see IT as I die. My gaze shifts to the seemingly endless forest. How could something be so big? How could something be so big and yet it was so easy for IT to hunt me down? I used to think that the forest could set someone free, that they could wander around and breathe in, taste, see the beauty of the forest. Now I know that the forest is a place that traps you with monsters. I look upwards to the sky. Streaks of neon purple, blood red, and golden white lightning lights up the normally pitch black sky. It looks like a glorified light show. The deadly streaks overlap with one another. Twisted lines of glory and death rule the sky. It’s beautiful. How can I find beauty when I am about to die? How can I find beauty when Milly is dead, when she was the only beautiful thing? Maybe my mind is trying to comfort me. The stars shimmer above me with an artificial glow. Their shine smiles with hunger and impatience. They demand action, they demand death. Are the stars against me as well? Do they want to see me dead? Maybe they’ve been watching and have seen all my horrible decisions. Maybe they know that I am the reason Milly is dead. The moon shines above. Full and beautiful. Unlike the stars, the moon’s shine is heavenly and soft. The moon’s shimmer touches the earth, surrounding me with a circle of gentleness. Almost motherly. It brings me the slightest bit of comfort. The sea inches closer, sinister and terribly eager. Eager to consume me, swallow me whole, trap my body at the bottom of the cold sea so I can rot and never be found. Suddenly a wave of rage washes over me, the paralyzing fear is gone and replaced with a fiery rage. It courses through my veins, powering me up. The lion roars, pleased and proud. Lightning scorches the earth. My fingers tremble with too much energy. I am going to grab the blade and… IT presses the blade against my fleshy throat and the world stills. “Will you scream?” IT asks in ITS’ low, demonic voice. ITS’ eyes shimmer with excitement and hunger. I do not respond. IT laughs, hellish and distorted. “Milly certainly did.” A thrill of rage overwhelms me. I reach for the blade of death, desperate and outraged. IT laughs, pulling away. ITS’ eyes shimmer red. My sight locks on IT, my hearing closes on to tune out everything but the sounds IT makes, my mind sharpness with one thought. Kill IT. I grab a massive rock, the edges are sharp and deadly. IT grins. Will IT grin as I shatter ITS’ skull and tear open ITS’ brain? I shouldn’t attack first. IT will expect that. IT leans down, ITS’ perfect nose touching mine. I wish I could tear off the skin that made contact with IT. “What will you do with that rock of yours, Bells?” ITS’ breath smells of peppermint. “Throw it at me?” No, I am going to smash it over your head. I am going to break your skull into little pieces. I am going to rip your brain apart. Then I am going to give your wrenched, evil body to the eager ocean. You will rot and then you will be forgotten. IT laughs and backs away. Unknowingly giving me the perfect opportunity to carry out my plan. With both trembling hands I raise the deadly rock high into the air. IT laughs. The lion roars, encouraging me. Do it, he whispers in head. Lighting strikes in agreement. The storm has declared it. IT must die. IT raises the blade with a grin and I raise the rock. The rock falls first. Warm, red liquid spatters all over. I open my mouth to taste it as it lands all over my face and chest. It tastes warm and metallic. A terrible, inhuman scream leaves ITS’ mouth, filled with terror, disbelief, rage. IT crumbles to the ground. In a spot where the lightning claimed, scarred and scorched. A death spot. The lion roars louder than ever before. More…again… shatter the skull into fragments, splatter the brain, he says in a powerful voice. Lightning strikes right next to IT. Yes, make IT feel the pain Milly felt, shatter the skull, open the brain, she agrees in a hissy voice. Suddenly I am not only me. I am the lightning, I am the lion, I am the storm. My body feels electric, powerful, unstoppable. My muscles buzz with energy, my vision blurs with red rage, my ears ring. I raise the rock and slam it down with the force of the mighty lion in the sky, the precision of the beautiful, yet deadly lightning, and with the rage of the merciless storm. I do it again and again and again…until there is nothing left to break… My chest heaves, hungrily sucking in much needed breaths, my arms ache of exhaustion, my head throbs. I dare to look down… IT lies flat on ITS’ back, ITS’ face is flattened and gone. Smashed and stuck to the ground. Shiny white skull fragments shimmer under the motherly moon. Red and pink flesh sparks. The brain lies smashed and open. Brain matter, flesh, bone, and blood stain the scorched spot that IT lies. A proper dead spot now. The pieces of the organ look shiny and squishy. I step on a piece just to hear the squishy, fleshly sound. Blood and mind muscle explodes under my boot. The lion in the sky purrs. The lightning smiles. They both disappear. The sky clears. The stars soften, looking more natural and warm. The moon shines with a heavenly beauty and motherly love. A single warm raindrop lands on my forehead and then on my arm, on my head, and then everywhere. The sky is crying and so am I.

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I wanted to make the reader feel like they were there.