The Blood is the Enemy
842 Words
The biggest problem, he thought to himself, was how tired he was becoming.
The monsters, unable to break down the walls, would then group up and try to climb each other to reach over the wall.
Louis would have to use his blade to cut them down.
And it would work, and he would kill quite a number.
But this was happening more and more.
And it was working less and less.
He won’t be able to keep going like this for very long.
The only reason he had time to go everywhere on that wall was that the soldiers throwing rocks, wood, weapons, arrows, and pretty much anything they found. That was buying him enough time to go from one group to the other.
Another problem was the ones that were being thrown.
He would have to run towards wherever they were to slay them.
This what was killing the most soldiers and civilians.
He was running everywhere, and they just keep trying.
As if on cue, one of them was thrown.
“s**t,” he said to himself.
He ran towards the thing.
It landed near some of the houses. A small child was there, looking at it with absolute terror. The girl had barely not been crushed by the collapsing roof, which still managed to provide cover from the blood rain.
It extended its long body, and prowled around, looking for a target. It then screeched and continued to move.
Another spasm of light, another monster dropped.
How many more?
He can’t keep going like this.
He then saw the little girl.
He got close and gave her a little head pat.
Why had the monster not eaten her?
It was right on top of her, yet it ignored her.
Two pieces of evidence.
The soldier, whose hand was eaten first, and the little girl.
What connected these two?
His mind started racing again, looking for that connection.
They were both covered from the rain.
He had seen the strange rain on this twisted dungeon, but he had not even thought about exactly how strange it was.
Why blood?
Maybe the blood rain...
He had to test his new idea.
He went towards one of the least guarded sections of the wall.
There were only a few soldiers, too busy repelling the things to notice him.
Good.
He went towards one of the soldiers, who was more separated from the group.
“Get your shield out,” he told him.
The soldier, at first startled by who was addressing him, saw who it was and immediately followed the order.
“Yes, Hero” the soldier responded.
“Keep holding it up, and do not stop holding it up, if you want to live of course,” said Louis.
The soldier stared at him with wonder, but he did as he was told.
“Now, get closer to the edge of the wall, and step on top of the stone”
The soldier obediently did exactly that, never doubting the Hero who would save them.
“Remember, always keep the shield up, and make sure that it stays strapped on,” said Louis.
He nodded and raised his shield.
Louis then kicked him off the wall.
The soldier didn’t even scream.
He was not expecting the Hero to kick him down the wall.
The shock was all.
He landed on the ground, and instantly all of the creatures that were busy nearby flocked towards him.
He had broken his legs.
No point in running.
He started to scream in pain.
He then saw the monsters, and his screams went mute.
“Keep your shield up!” shouted Louis.
The soldier, with his broken leg, in desperation, raised his shield and closed his eyes.
The creatures ate his legs, then the shield, and then him.
Louis smiled.
It was the rain.
No time to keep experimenting.
He then went around the wall once more, telling each soldier,
“TAKE SHELTER, STAY AWAY FROM THE RAIN. AS LONG AS THE RAIN IS NOT TOUCHING YOU, YOU WILL SURVIVE” he shouted.
He continued this way until he had looped around the wall.
Most soldiers went into town, some knights to the castle.
Another creature was thrown.
He saw it go above him and beyond.
He then looked towards the direction of where it was thrown.
That was all that was missing.
Whatever is throwing those things, it must be massive.
They are not intelligent, so that rules out a machine, unless some group is controlling them.
If that is not the case, then it must be an intellectual giant.
If the giant keeps throwing those creatures, then it might just decimate each part of the town. Nobody will be safe from the rain.
“Hey, stupid King, we have to do one more thing, so I need you to keep going for a couple of minutes more,” he said to the sword.
Now,
How the hell was he going to cover that much ground without dying to one of these creatures?
- Writer
