Heather
Artist and Writer
It wasn’t like normal nights. The air was cold and the rain stung against my skin as it came down, the woods where unusually dark with the moon hidden by storm clouds. As a clap of thunder echoed I watched from a tree as my partner kicked his next victim down. It was hard to watch in the dark of night but it was all so familiar to me. He had done this so much I’ve become completely numb to feeling any sorrow for the person. I just sat quietly watching. The man on the ground shouting as my partner became something like a beast. A loud snarl filled the woods as he attacked. Blood splattered onto the surrounding trees as cries for help barely escaped the man’s mouth. His voice turning more into a gargle of blood as the attack perused. I could barely make out what was being done but I knew it wasn’t pretty. A limb or two was torn off while his chest was ripped open, his breathing more like a heavy gasp in water. The crunch of bones and ripping of flesh sent chills down my spine. The beast below me feasted on his fresh kill slowly, blood pooling around the unrecognizable body. After a few minutes a sharp howl filled the woods as he became his normal self. Jumping down from the tree I could see the carnage better. The body more like a pile of bones and mangled flesh with blood splattered all over. My eyes moving to my partner as I looked him over.
~Red Rabbit, Heather Gee
~Red Rabbit, Heather Gee