Blood.

[Ziggy455]

 

 

Listen to this as you read, for ambience.

 

 

 

"No no, no NO! NO! You aren't listening!" his voice slowly gained volume in loudness and rage as he continued to speak, the woman frightfully hid her face and blood soaked body in the corner.

 

"I...I'm trying to." she quietly whispered, true fear in her voice, her eye's blinded by a small ray of light reflecting of the blood seeping over the dirty grime-ridden floor.

 

"Look, LOOK" the man yelled while grabbing the woman's face and pointing towards a picture on a wall, it was an old picture torn with streaks of Blood over it, it was a picture of a small girl crying.

 

"Can you feel her eyes looking at you?" he fearfully asked with a hint of upbeat persuasion in his voice, insanity had taken over.

 

The woman hid her face once more, she began to whimper loudly as the man watched her like a boy watches a semi-naked girl when she's just stepped out of a pool, in awe.

 

Suddenly the man looked over to the table with an assortment of knives, he quickly grabbed a knife. The woman whimpered loud like a puppy, terror in her tired voice.

 

'Tssk', 'Pssst'.

 

"What have I done?" the man asked himself in horror and regret, he looked at the picture once more.

 

"It was not my fault; the monsters made me do it."

 

More blood began to billow out, the girl made no noises as her hands stretched upright parrallel to the grimy wall in front of her, blurt spurted as she gurgled loudly. The crying girl in the picture had changed, her face was distorted with a sense of anger showing it it's facial expression.

 

Suddenly a distorted low voice sounded off.

 

"I have the body of a pig" it slowly said, the man crawled into the opposite corner of the room, he outstretched his arms up the wall mimicking the now pale dead woman across the room, Blood covered the floor. The dim light swung freakily while the distorted voice went lower.

 

"I have the body of a pig, I have the body of a pig, I have the pig of a body" it repeated continuously.

 

"It was not my fault"

 

"You too will have the body of a pig"

 

"I did as i was told, i did it all!" he yelled in agony as he held his arms higher up the wall, blood slowly trickled down one of them.

 

The voice stayed the same and continued to speak.

 

"I have the body of a pig, a pig, a pig." it taunted, a hint of simplistic acceptance in it's voice.

 

The bloody knife dropped to the floor into the large puddle of blood, the man screamed in agony.

 

"I DON'T WANT THE BODY OF A PIG" he screamed loudly like a small child not wanting something.

 

"you will have the body of a pig" the voice replied, lower and more distorted.

 

"NO" he yelled before going silent, his body had stayed the same but he himself, was dead.

 

"I have the body of a pig" the man's voice sounded, lower and distorted.

 

"I have the body...of a pig"...

 

 

"Insanity can always bring out something hidden, something dark from deep down. I guess that was what caused this horrible scene tonight, but of course; i still have that picture of the little girl, with dirty dark brown dry streaks of blood on it, her eyes seemingly watching everything as it passes, The man was taken for an Autopsy, he seemed to have lower formed organs much like that of a pig, I thought this was impossible...but...like anything else in this world, it can still be...real.

 

Me and my family shortly moved away after the events of what happened that night in the forest, we moved away to england where things were a little for skeptical and quiet. The man's body was indead like that of a pig, and to that day i have never questioned what happened there, was it really a demon? was it pure insanity? why did he turn on my sister? What was it all about? was this picture of the little girl real? the distortion and voices struck my fear like a club to a head.

 

I too one day wish that i have been smiled upon to never have...The Body of A Pig."

Edited May 28, 2009 by Ziggy455