In a world filled with abundant natural energy, full of a savage beauty lost to the ages; a sound like, static crackling, rings loud for all to hear.
*Aaaaahhhhhh*
Screams of horror and pain, as if from the depths of the abyss quickly follow.
"Mama, what is that?", A little boy no more than 4 asks the trembling woman that is clutching him so tightly as if afraid he will disappear if she releases him.
"N-nothing my child, it is not something you must worry about." The terrified woman assures her son.
"Worry? But mama, it sounds beautiful, dont you think?"
A look of horror and dispair flashes across the womans face. She looks at her son to see that his innocent eyes offer nothing but genuine curiosity and honesty, making the statement all the more terrifying to her.
"Beautiful? You think that sound is beautiful?"
Each word more difficult to say than the last. Each word rife with disbelief and fear.
"Of course mama, it sounds the same as when the hunters would bring home food for us!"
"Is that it?"
"Is father bringing us food!"
"Yay!! Im soooo hungry!"
*bang* just then before she could even think the woman smacked the boy hard enough to send him tumbling to the hard floor of the cave in which they were hiding.
"Waaaaah"
"You hit me mama, why?!"
"It hurts!"
"Quite boy!" the mother with rage in her eyes stares at the boy. Hatred begins to mar her face and a cruel smile forms, her dried and cracked lips making the scene especially gruesome.
Terrified at his mothers sudden change the boy begins to back away but his mother follows. Inch by inch he tries to scramble away, looking as if he was walking much like the crabs he used to see on the beach he once played at. And still, she followed until there was no where left to go. His mother with that face that produced so much fear in him got closer and closer until he could see the storm of emotions insides her eyes.
" You're right, that is the sound of food. But not food for you nor for me."
The boy didnt know why but a sinking feeling began to set into his heart. It made his chest hurt, but the look in his mothers eyes made him to afraid to move, not even twitch a single muscle. Then that horrid smile grew larger and that pain in his chest grew even more.
"That food is indeed your father bringing food to someone. In fact that 'food' as you have called it IS your father."
"You wicked evil boy, to say that your father being eaten alive is beautiful"
"I bet you wish it would happen to.....ahhhhhh....noooooo"
*aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh*
A blood curdling scream rings out in a tiny house.
*huff* *huff*
"Again, the dream has come back again"
{It has been been 15 years since I have appeared in this world, in this body and this dream still haunts me}
*sigh*
"15 years and the boys last memories are still imprinted in his body....well not that I can really complain since i died in my world anyway"