He didn't know who she was, but by her armor he could tell she was a war mother and that terrified him.
He had woken up in her arms, naked and completely covered in blood with his organs hanging out.
What did you do to me? He screamed, shivering with fear as she stared down at him with glowing red eyes.
I saved you,she said. Now go to sleep.
Then she continued walking, he couldn't say a word, he felt so small in her arms. They weren't large but they were muscular and they made him feel uncomfortable.
Her long red hair, they reached down to the middle of her back, some got in his face.
From what he'd heard of war mother's, they weren't the nicest beasts around; they killed and feasted on the flesh of their enemies.
They destroyed everything that stood in their way and they were known to kidnapped young boys and girls and feed them to the grinder.
how do I get out of this? he thought.
She dropped him down, gently resting him on a tree. He opened one his eyes and looked down at his gut, they were all over the place.
I don't feel anything?
He looked up and saw the war mother, standing a few feet from him. She had her back to him as she stared into the river.
He looked at it too and thought it was beautiful, but why was she staring at it, what does it mean to her? He wondered.
She turned around and he shut his eyes pretending to be unconscious.
What does she want with me?
The war mother's I've heard about, would have eaten me by now, does she want me to die slowly?
He heard her walk past him and he opened his eyes again. He saw her tying her hair.
She was way taller than him, about six foot, eight and he was a simple five, four.
With her head down she turned around and he closed his eyes instantly.
She had a really furious look on her face like she was hungry and pissed all at once.
She walked up to him. With his eyes shut he could only hear her. So he did his best not to give away the fact that he was still awake.
Her legs towered over him as he rested, casting long shadows over him.
He heard her get on her knees. He felt scared as she leaned in close.
Every instinct in his body told him to run, but he couldn't.
he didn't have the strength for it and he feared he'd trip on his lower intestines.
The intensity around her filled his every being with fear. He could barely stand it, he was sure she was going to eat him.
Then he felt her grab his colon. That's the first time he'd felt anything since he woke up.
No! She going to it me
And he felt them, he felt pain. The pain had been too great for him to bare and his mind had blocked it by having him fall unconscious
When he woke he still couldn't feel anything. In fact he had to see for himself to know his guts were out.
But when she grabbed them the block was gone and with it a flurry of pain, like nothing he'd ever felt.
He tried to get away from her as the pain intensified but she grabbed him by the throat and pressed him against the tree.
Please don't kill me, I don't wanna die! She said, in a cracked voice.
He struggled and fought back against her then he tried to scream but couldn't
Please don't eat me!
Eat you? She said, a bit confused
She pressed his mouth shut, pinning him down against the tree. Her eyes blared red with a deep sense of menace.
He felt dread like nothing before, even when facing the monsters in hell, he never felt fear like this
There's not much meat on you, kid.
She grabbed more chunk of his gutt and stuffed it back into his belly
I'll feed you to the grinder, it loves skinny little things like you.
He shuffled all his organs back into his body, he couldn't scream and was too scared to fight.
Even with the immense pain running through his body, he was too scared to move.
She could rip him limb from limb and even dead, she could still feed him to the grinder.
So he kept shut but he could not stop the tears from gushing out. He felt her hand on his ribs. They felt rough like sandpaper.
The harshness in the way she acts and the roughness and brutality of a war mother like her never fell inline with their looks.
She had a deeply lovely face, with glowing smooth skin, even in battle she still looked fair. Her normal eyes were like blue pearls and at times when she wasn't angry her hair was blond.
All in all was an incongruent mess, her beautiful face didn't match the two ton soul crossbow on her back.
Nor did her blond hair match the blades she concealed between her chest.
She wore a golden armor over black leather and had two guns on her side.
She wore a roll of large bullets around her waist and they were tilted and held in place by the curves in her hips.
She stuck her hand into his belly and moved it around. He could feel her toying with his inside.
Stop it, what are you doing! He cried
She hit his diaphragm and moved her hands around his side, he could even feel her finger on his spine.
The pain was becoming too much. He kicked his legs around trying to break free from her grip, she pounced on him trying to pin his legs down.
He didn't know when one of his kicks landed directly between her legs.
She growled at him and pressed his throat. Then she lessened her grip and pulled out her hand from his belly.
He breath a heavy sigh of relief,
Isn't she gonna kill me for kicking her?
She got on her feet and walked off to the river bank, she squatted down and began to wash her hand, then she said to him.
I arranged your organs the best I could. I'm no doctor. Your abilities should take it from there.
She got on her feet and turned to him, he was still squirming from the pain. He looked up a her and she said
We've got a long journey ahead of us, worm…..