Ddd
2012-06-11 14:35:55 UTC
The soldier wrapped his thin slippery jacket around his muscular torso, the only armour he had at hand. The trees scattered on the landscape bent terribly backwards, as if they were trying to break out of the ground. He prickled all over, the small hairs that covered his body threatened to join them. Years of military pride shushed his terror and kept his toes curled into the ground.
Warm rain clung to the man’s clammy skin like thick saliva. For a cowardly second, he almost gave in to his terrible desire to burst into a run. A cool sweat of shame began to seep out of his every pore. The patient soldier in him straightened his posture and stared up daringly at the dark silent sky. Content, he finally turned away.
The man took a few liberating steps forward. Several hasty steps later, he glanced back anxiously at the menancing darkness. A faint smile creased his face. He was proud of standing his ground till the end. Deciding that the worst was over, he let out a relieved chortle. A few seconds went by. He smirked.
Hidden in the darkness, the Devourers responded with a ground-shaking bloodcurdling roar. He shivered and slowly turned his back on them. The wind wailed in their temper and the earth trembled beneath him. The man staggered down to his knees. Flying debris and sharp twigs pierced bullet holes through his thin rain-jacket. The man gasped for air and coughed through fumes of dirt and acid rain.
Forever the storm seemed to rage. Then it ceased, and all was still. The man let out a series of silent sobs. The icy current of air from the Devourer’s wrath had finally blown the courage and pride right out of his him. Scalding tears fell out of his grayish blue eyes. He was going to die. In shame the man took off, and the thunderstorm rumbled behind him with victorious mirth.