Laughter echoes across the whispering Forest,
Nigh adolescent voices,
Swishing bare feet,
He calls to companion; “I’ll find you, honest!”
She spills over hedge and root, hides within the dark shrubs,
Heart beat loudly drumming,
Face alight in glee,
Silence as feet rush by; silence as branch her head clubs.
Forest lies still as boy halts; wonders quietly what’s amiss,
No leaves murmur,
Grass ceases its rustle,
Low rumble from behind puts boy in paralysis.
She wakes in darkness, the world overturned.
The stench is strong.
Her gut clenches.
Light spills across rock and stone; fire alights bodies burned.
Frigid fear tingles along spine, boy whirls towards sound,
Crimson eyes stare.
Golden body glints.
Grinning human head, sculpted metal body, feet of each on ground.
Hitched breath. Clamped fists. Terror consumes being, soul and all.
She sees serrated blade gleam.
He watches serrated teeth beam.
Screams reflect across tall white trees and a cavernous mountain wall.
A little tribute to my Patreon short story The Golden Man. Dark fantasy things.