Shocked and speechless, Elara stood looking at her palms in surprise. She didn't know what happened, she just push him with her might even though it shouldn't have been much for a girl with such petite figure as her, but yet he was sent meters away from them.
what had happened?
she was still lost in her thoughts when out of the blue the folded fist of the boys surrounded her began raining on her body like hailstones on a summer evening
"arhh!" she cried and stumbled to the floor yet the beating didn't stop instead it had added additional pairs of legs kicking at every part of her body.
Pain! immense pain!
this was the only thing she was feeling right now, which wasn't any part of her body that didn't sting badly, to Elara it was as if she was run over by a mountain, a trace of blood had even seeped out of the corner of her mouth.
"stop!" a weak masculine voice ordered and immediately all the raining blows and kick halted.
Elara couldn't see the face of the person that spoke cause she was folded into a ball but she recognized the voice to be that of the boy she pushed away.
"bitch, you have some guts to show your strength huh?" his footsteps closed in on her and soon she could see his shoes standing before her eyes, she wanted to look up but she couldn't cause her back ached like hell and her stomach burned as though they had ripped out a few of her organs.
"why don't you get up and show your prowess once more huh?" He said again and as he did his leg repeatedly kicked at her stomach.
this was too much, she couldn't take it anymore, her eyes were starting to get fuzzy, her mouth was filled with blood and breathing has hiked up. all she could do was wait for her end cause at this rate it was imminent but then it stopped...
the raining kicks stopped abruptly, she waited and waited but neither the kicks not the annoying voice came back. Slowly while ignoring her aching body she sat up and looked around, what she saw frightened her beyond measure.
on the floor laid the dead bodies of the boys, their heads twisted in odd angles and their faces contorted but that wasn't what frightened her, what frightened her was the large gash in their bellies that gave way for their organs to run free on the ground. The scene was gory and horrific, the pungent smell of blood in the air had a way of inviting one previous meal back to your mouth.
Elara bent to side and began retching, she puked for a long time and finally stopped when there was nothing else to puke in her stomach.
How did they die? what had happened? who killed them?
these boys were alive one second and the next they weren't, they had died so mercilessly and yet didn't make a shout at the time of their death not even a squeak or muffled groan.
Panic again began surfacing in her heart, she had to get back home, the person who had killed those boys may still be around watching her, she can't possibly die like this at least not yet.
She forced her battered body off the floor and dragged it in the direction of her house, just as she turned she bumped into a figure and staggered backwards.
Shaking and shivering in fright, she summoned her courage to look at the person standing. when she saw the person she took more steps backwards while tears fell ceaselessly from her face.
The man wore pitch black robes that blended with the night, He was quite tall as he stood rigidly with his hands glued to his sides, for a short person like Elara she would have to light her head totally just to see his face. speaking of his face, his complexion was as pale as white paper, there was no single color on his skin not even his thin lips but his eyes...his eyes were red, very red, as red as the blood dripping from his fingernails.
when her eye saw his blood dripping hands she gasp and almost began shouting. she had never seen any fingernail as long as his, no she should call them fingernails, they most definitely were claws not fingernails. His claws were as long as the length from his wrist to the tip of his finger, they looked terrifying alone with their length and now they were dripping blood.
"He who is sacred, He who is pure, He who is Reverenced, He who is anticipated, He who must be acquired or most destroyed" The man recited in a guttural and spooky voice while moving towards Elara, he wasn't taking steps but rather moved like he was floating an inch above the earth surface.
she panicked "No! don't come! don't come close!" she took rapid steps backwards but then tripped over the body of one of the boys