Post by xToTheENDx on Feb 2, 2008 2:00:41 GMT -5
Title: Sweet Dreams
Author: Sarah Rody
Inspiration: A nightmare I had.
POV: Mine, 1st person
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mild gore.
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Running through the slaughterhouse. Heart pounding. Frank in front of me, running; slipping in the animal blood the same way I am. Panic and fear and disgust pulsing through our veins, our nostrils burning with the scent of death and blood and rotting flesh. Dead horses and cattle dangle on hooks all around us, blood dripping from their bodies. I try to not focus on them as I catch up with Frank, running alongside my friend. The sound is almost as bad as the scent, though and we can't drown that out. Our hands, clothes, and faces are splashed with blood from falling and slipping. We're scared out of our wits, running blindly and hoping we find Gerard before it's too late.
We dart into another room, slipping and sliding and almost crashing into one-another. Animals are being skinning in this room, and the smell's a thousand times worse than before. We keep running, looking straight ahead. Tears are running down my face from fear for myself and my two friends - one of which we can't find.
From that room we run into another, where horses and cattle are packed in small cages, waiting for their deaths. Frank and I slow down, looking around for Gerard. We hold hands, as if that will keep us from being separated. After a few seconds of searching and no sign of Gerard, we take off running again. We don't have a minute to waste.
The next room is by far the worst of them all - the room in which animals are killed. Frankie comes to a screetching hault when we enter this room, and I come crashing into him. I glance around quickly and then shudder and press my face into the back of Frank's shoulder, sobbing.
"Sarah," he says hoarsely.
"Yeah?"
"I want you to stay right by me in here. But if they get me or get after you, I want you to run as fast as you can and get the hell out of here. Promise me."
"Frankie, I can't leave you and Ge-"
"Yeah you can. And you will, if you have to."
With that, he grabbed my hand and we walked on, looking around for Gerard. We searched everywhere we could get to, not finding him. Then, we heard a scream.
I would've known that voice anywhere, even in that panicked state. Frank regonized it too and we glanced around, trying to find where it came from. He screamed again and that time we found its source and took off running for the next room as fast as we could. Everything in my heart and mind was freaking screaming Gerard's name, dying to get to him ,at least see him. We entered the next room, where the horses and cattle were stunned. And there was Gerard, fighting with all his strength as two slaughterhouse workers dragged him out of the room and out of the slaughterhouse. Frankie and I ran after them as fast as our weak legs could carry us, hearts pounding so hard they could explode.
The two workers threw Gerard on the ground outside, and one of them picked up a shotgun. Luckily, Frank and I got there in time to see this and we both screamed Gerard's name, getting the men's attention and giving Gerard a chance to run. We ran after him, not looking back to see if they were coming after us. It was much easier running out here, where we could breathe fresh air and we weren't slipping and sliding in blood. The sun was sinking behind the mountains as we ran for cover, the wind blowing my hair back from my face. Finally, a large hay barn comes in sight, and we run into it, all of us getting back in the corner. Only then do I get a chance to really see Gerard, and he looks pitiful.
Like Frank and I, blood covers his clothing, face, hands, and hair. There's a deep gash across his forehead, as well as one below his right eye, which is swollen shut. Frankie and I don't care about any of that, though. He's alive, and we're safe. I put my arms around him, pressing my face to his chest and crying. He puts his arms around me, not saying a word but comforting me all the same. Frankie leans up against the metal wall, one hand on my arm and his head resting on Gerard's shoulder. There are so many words that need to be spoken, but we're simply to exausted to talk. We'll do so tomorrow, after we've gotten a good night of rest.
And, finally together and safe, we all three fall asleep curled up together; while the cold January wind howls and whistles outside.
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I've been having some aweful dreams lately.
Comments?
Author: Sarah Rody
Inspiration: A nightmare I had.
POV: Mine, 1st person
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mild gore.
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Running through the slaughterhouse. Heart pounding. Frank in front of me, running; slipping in the animal blood the same way I am. Panic and fear and disgust pulsing through our veins, our nostrils burning with the scent of death and blood and rotting flesh. Dead horses and cattle dangle on hooks all around us, blood dripping from their bodies. I try to not focus on them as I catch up with Frank, running alongside my friend. The sound is almost as bad as the scent, though and we can't drown that out. Our hands, clothes, and faces are splashed with blood from falling and slipping. We're scared out of our wits, running blindly and hoping we find Gerard before it's too late.
We dart into another room, slipping and sliding and almost crashing into one-another. Animals are being skinning in this room, and the smell's a thousand times worse than before. We keep running, looking straight ahead. Tears are running down my face from fear for myself and my two friends - one of which we can't find.
From that room we run into another, where horses and cattle are packed in small cages, waiting for their deaths. Frank and I slow down, looking around for Gerard. We hold hands, as if that will keep us from being separated. After a few seconds of searching and no sign of Gerard, we take off running again. We don't have a minute to waste.
The next room is by far the worst of them all - the room in which animals are killed. Frankie comes to a screetching hault when we enter this room, and I come crashing into him. I glance around quickly and then shudder and press my face into the back of Frank's shoulder, sobbing.
"Sarah," he says hoarsely.
"Yeah?"
"I want you to stay right by me in here. But if they get me or get after you, I want you to run as fast as you can and get the hell out of here. Promise me."
"Frankie, I can't leave you and Ge-"
"Yeah you can. And you will, if you have to."
With that, he grabbed my hand and we walked on, looking around for Gerard. We searched everywhere we could get to, not finding him. Then, we heard a scream.
I would've known that voice anywhere, even in that panicked state. Frank regonized it too and we glanced around, trying to find where it came from. He screamed again and that time we found its source and took off running for the next room as fast as we could. Everything in my heart and mind was freaking screaming Gerard's name, dying to get to him ,at least see him. We entered the next room, where the horses and cattle were stunned. And there was Gerard, fighting with all his strength as two slaughterhouse workers dragged him out of the room and out of the slaughterhouse. Frankie and I ran after them as fast as our weak legs could carry us, hearts pounding so hard they could explode.
The two workers threw Gerard on the ground outside, and one of them picked up a shotgun. Luckily, Frank and I got there in time to see this and we both screamed Gerard's name, getting the men's attention and giving Gerard a chance to run. We ran after him, not looking back to see if they were coming after us. It was much easier running out here, where we could breathe fresh air and we weren't slipping and sliding in blood. The sun was sinking behind the mountains as we ran for cover, the wind blowing my hair back from my face. Finally, a large hay barn comes in sight, and we run into it, all of us getting back in the corner. Only then do I get a chance to really see Gerard, and he looks pitiful.
Like Frank and I, blood covers his clothing, face, hands, and hair. There's a deep gash across his forehead, as well as one below his right eye, which is swollen shut. Frankie and I don't care about any of that, though. He's alive, and we're safe. I put my arms around him, pressing my face to his chest and crying. He puts his arms around me, not saying a word but comforting me all the same. Frankie leans up against the metal wall, one hand on my arm and his head resting on Gerard's shoulder. There are so many words that need to be spoken, but we're simply to exausted to talk. We'll do so tomorrow, after we've gotten a good night of rest.
And, finally together and safe, we all three fall asleep curled up together; while the cold January wind howls and whistles outside.
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I've been having some aweful dreams lately.
Comments?