A Young Boy's Cries
1199 Words
"It's time."
The elder whispered, glancing back to gaze sadly at the shadow one last time.
The white one's eyes were glossy and grim.
So much damage has been caused by this creature.
The elder despised the things it had done and loathed the tale the beast would be leaving behind.
However, that did not mean the elder wished death upon the shadow.
If only it had taken the brighter path.
But the shadow was as stubborn as a Bull.
It would rather be claimed by death than live a life without its beauty.
A decision the beast made the day it had been captured.
"Bring forth the demon!"
The vast crowd erupted in cheers as the bloody hand-printed doors are swung open, revealing the horrid devil that had inflicted so much sorrow.
The blazing sunlight burned bright into the shadow's vision.
It brings a shaky hand up to shield its eyes from the deadly rays and trips a few times as it's dragged down the last flight of stairs to the Guillotine.
The shadow has always preferred the Moon to the Sun.
But right now, the creature has never been more grateful to be blinded from the vicious scowls the people in the crowd were throwing its way.
The shadows flock of grey silhouettes place it upon its knees in front of the freshly made Guillotine.
Safely chaining its ankles to the wooden deck and cuffing its hands behind its back once again.
"You know, normally I would find this type of roleplay very tempting, but I reckon it would be a bit more enduring if you were the one in bonds."
The shadow sassily says to the copper-colored silhouette standing behind it.
The figure was largely built with a slim waist and bigger than average arm muscles.
The rusty splatters coated around the silhouette's hands and chest made them look like the spitting image of death.
The shadow's crimson gaze travels from the freaky figure's dry blood-splattered skin, to the gigantic whip resting ominously in the giant's grip.
Completely disregarding the shadows sassy remarks, the giant glimpses over to gain permission from the former speaker before raising the whip high into the air.
"Wait I'm- AH!"
The shadow doesn't even get the chance to finish its sentence before the executioner harshly swings the whip into the monster's back.
"AH! You... mother fu-"
The creature groans in pain as the whip collides with its skin once more.
Again, Again, and Again, the pain was horrific.
The applause of the crowd only seems to amplify every time the shadow cried out in anguish.
But they still wanted more, this wasn't enough to satisfy their bloodthirsty appetite.
The whip comes down one more time before the executioner tosses the tormenting device to the side and takes long treads to the back of the Guillotine.
Leaving the creature to slowly bleed out from the big gash that now dominated their back.
"Now do you see!?"
A unique-looking blue silhouette takes the stage.
They timely stride to the shadows side and frantically wave their arms around in the air like a mental patient.
"For so long we have endured the troubles that this foul beast has brought upon us! We have been slaves to the darkness, children of the night!
But know the devil is the one who bows before us!
Behold as the fiend bleeds and whines!"
The mysterious blue figure clasps its fist into the shadow's hair and forces its head up to face the crowd.
The look upon the shadow's face was distant, tired. It had nothing left.
The shadow barely notices when the executioner returns and unlocks its chains.
Or when the rusted hand reaches out to roughly pull it by the forearm back behind the device that will ultimately cast its remaining life back into the soil.
The blue figure skips back to the shadow's side and whispers into its ear; "May you rest in peace."
The shadow weakly nods as the executioner places its head in between the wide blade and the indented area specifically made to fit their head.
"Stop! Please stop!"
As if their life depended on it, a boyish outcry emerges from within the angry crowd.
Familiar, and warm, this was the beast's favorite sound.
This was the beast's beauty.
"Get out of the way!"
The boy pushes and shoves his way through every individual blocking his path.
"Move!"
The boy completely throws a poor dame to the ground, just barely managing to avoid crushing her skull as he jumps over her to reach the wide rail separating the stage from the people.
"I beg you... please stop."
The boy sobs, why was this happening?
He observes his beast closely, the familiar hair that layers the shadows head which he should be running his fingers through.
All dirty and matted.
The ruby-colored eyes that the boy could never be tired of looking into, so dull and broken.
A miserable sight that did not match the beast's infamous personality that the boy had come to adore.
"Please don't."
The boy folded his hands over one another then placed them upon his chest where his heart throbbed.
Hot tears ruthlessly rained down his cheeks and his legs felt unsteady. Simply thinking of his beast getting harmed made the young boy feel nauseous.
How could he continue to exist when the creature he cherished so much was no longer by his side?
"I'm sorry my dear, but this is what has to be done."
The blue silhouette looks back at the executioner and gives them a slow nod of approval.
For the first time that day, the hostile crowd goes from malicious to docile as they anxiously hold their breath for the copper silhouette to release the sleek blade.
Only hushed murmurs and rustling wind in distant trees cultivated through the thick atmosphere.
"Please..."
The boy pleaded one more time, but nobody listened.
No one cared, no one except for him.
But in the end, that's all there ever was.
Only the young boy and his beast.
Two completely different creatures from completely different places.
The boy had made the fatal mistake of falling in love with the monster, and this was the outcome.
"Close... Your eyes..."
The beast softly mutters to the young boy, what a lovely sight he was.
Even while drowning in a sea of grey, the only hue the beast ever really saw was red.
There he was, standing alone with his rosy dusted tear-streaked cheeks.
His smooth hands that desperately grasped at his fast-pounding scarlet heart.
And the very aura around him that seemed to glow the sweetest shade of candy.
A beauty.
"Everything will be... Over... Soon... Just close your eyes."
And so, the young boy did what his beast asked of him.
He snapped his eyelids tightly shut and held his breath.
Allowing the outside world to become completely engulfed in a black shield.
Silence, merely gusts of wind and birds chirping blissfully in high skies. It was unsettlingly tranquil.
The frightened boy could hear everything.
From humming bees to flowing streams.
To a sleek blade slicing through the air, clashing with a monster's flesh.
It truly was dreadful.
- Writer
