The Secrets Of The Old Tomb

4th Chapter: A New Environment

My body was lying on to something soft and cold. Bitterly cold. I waited more minutes until I can open my eyes and examine what was around this whole time. After I collapse, which was by the way on the field of green grass and twigs and dead leaves, my mind was wholly awake, like I was in a coma. I sense everything through my ears and skin. From the temperature of blooming spring, within hours only, the time and date ran backwards that my skin felt the grass and everything turning into millions of delicate icy crystals. I could hear the silent wind becoming mannerless, howling as if it ruled this forest. Yet, now, overexposed to the extreme cold, my skin transformed into glass. And my ears began losing their function.

Though my eyes were closed, I knew there was a storm of snow. It was December again. I guess.

But what baffled me the most was, knowing that thousands of snow fell on the ground each stinging second, why I was not buried underneath them despite spending hours on that spot? Rather than covering me naturally with this tiny, cold thing, I was lifted inches from the ground by it. My back felt no grass or twigs – all snow, which was impossible to have snow because I fell and was lying on the grassy spring ground. It was covered by my whole body! Therefore, no wintry snow should’ve been on my back.

The more I thought of it, the more I became insane and angry, hungry for blood and screams of anyone’s agony. It felt as though I transformed into a wild animal always famished for food – but, in my state, it was not famished for food but for contentment. The unbelievable desire to be covered by someone else’s blood after the unplacable and thrilling bloodshed was nothing better than my insanely-massive achievement I could ever have. Once I stood up, I would hunt those three enemies again.

Three enemies if the other two had not succeeded on killing each other.

And maybe not only three.

Maybe there were more of them somewhere out there. If so, and I swear to myself hoped so, I would be killing them all with utmost elation. That’d be a lot of achievement that I’d be drowning in their fresh and healthy blood. For now, I wish none of them would manage to find me lying helplessly here. They could kill me with one drop of enormous rock on my head so easily. If did and done, that would be what I called unfairness. But, since it’s been hours already and none of a whisper of footsteps came, I thought, similar to my current difficult situation, the other enemies were lying under this confusing winter. They might also be thinking the same thing I thought. If that was the case, I’d call it fairness.

Then, I gained them – my strength and my body. I did not know why I lost consciousness instantaneously in the first place, but as soon as I raised my body straight, there was only two left me to do: hunt and kill.

Although the confusion of lying on the snow instead of spring grass was still in my head, I carried on with my steps. At first, I couldn’t take it due to the stillness of my muscles out of the sudden appearance of the jarring season. I forced myself up, but it only made me almost collapse again. Every energy I put into my body, the more I became weak rather than strong. It felt like I, myself, was magnetically being pulled to the ground, because, apart from the muscles I suffer from energizing, I sensed that my entire body was too heavy for myself to carry. Hundred times heavier than the moose.

But, bit by bit, it all came to normal. It carried quite a lot of moments, though. Yet, all was in control once more and I perceived hope on that. I tried forgetting that dreading point while on the snow and getting control of my body and aimed myself to look who should be moaning in extreme hurt now. All I knew was Alice in the blue dress ran on the East.

Finally, I could see everything. I looked up at the skies afore taking a step. Black and white. Lifeless – similar to how I was feeling other than the urge to be a killer. The sky was black – representing a botherless cold night. What part of the dark sky that was shining in white was the portion around the half-moon. The trees, that were surely starting to bloom leaves hours and hours ago, were bare as if their leaves were forcefully plucked from their trunks, and every one of them was standing tall yet shy – very, very shy – that they did hid behind their shadows, discerning silhouettes in my eyes. Not to mention the snow took the place as the trees’ blankets. The ground, obviously due to the snow, was dull white. As said, everything around is black and white. Lifeless.

The atmosphere around felt like celebrating Halloween in the winter season, except, instead of orange as pumpkins and green as a witch’s skin and purple as Dracula’s cape, there were only two colours: Black and White. As white as the ghost’s cover, and as black as the bat. Lifeless. Yet it would not be lifeless for me because – if Halloween was Trick or Treating – this night was Hunt and Killing.

I imagined the contentment I would get from those people’s blood. And, again, I reminded myself that I shan’t fail, especially against to little blue b***h. I must not look down on her again.

Then, I walked, leaving my body’s mark on the snow. I went to East, where that little blue-dressed girl ran a few hours ago. Yes, she was still my target after all that happened. Something was telling me that her blood on my hands before anyone else’s was beyond satisfying, so I was hoping she was somewhere in the East. Another thing that craved me to finish her first was that she managed to kick my head, almost broking my neck. That hurt a lot for a small girl, to be honest, and I’d like her to feel it herself. If I get too greedy, maybe I would do it with much stronger force than what she had let experienced me. After all, I was much bigger than her.

Here I was again, underestimating her.

Anyhow, my body seemed to be decreasing in strength. Each step was even more hulking than before. The gravity was literally pulling me to the ground like metals attaching to a magnet. My limbs were dropping down and, my knees were gradually folding. Not wanting to be lying again on this cold and outraging night for long period, I fought it back. Each strength I have was forced by me. Yet, at each second, I became weaker and weaker – especially my feet, which couldn’t lift my upper body anymore. It was exhausting and firing. A few more minutes, while keeping my pace forward to the East, a loud thump on the solid ice ground was heard. The earth vibrated in response to it, and the trees shivered for a second. Four or so seconds later, there was another. And then another. And it continued, louder and nearer to where I was. The sequence of the incoming sounds gave me an idea that those thumps were actual footsteps of something muscled. And I guess it was approaching me. I did not know nor have an idea what it was, but, whatever it was, it patently sounded enormous and unfriendly.

Yet that did not stop me from heading to the East. I was blood sporting for my joy, and no one could ever stop me – not even my thousand pounds body. That giant’s, or whatever it was, footsteps sound was nothing compared to the massive rage I had towards the little girl that I wanted to terminate first. Surely, when that thing and I faced whenever, unforeseen or not, I could kill it. Cut its legs off so that it won’t make those blasting thumps on the ground anymore. I thought that would alarm the girl in the East, causing her to run away if she feared the thing. And if she does, it would be a lot harder for me to navigate my first human target, considering so many directions to track on East. So cutting that thing’s legs off would be the best idea. That’s if that thing was indeed a living being.

I was not certain at first.

Until the time right time came for us to eye each other. I was not expecting anything about what it would look like, as I was doubious it had a form of any life, and that was what kept me aghast. In the skies, although dark, I caught a shadow moving towards me. Every move accompanies the very same thump on the vast white floor in which vibrations below my feet occurred every after. As it turned blaring, the stronger the ground waved, making me lose my balance. Then, behind the leafless trees emerged a massive shaggy ape-like animal, yet rather than being black or grey, it was white. I stared at its face, attempting to see if I could get a proper look at its face because I haven’t seen anything quite this hideous before. Unfortunately, due to the lack of the moon’s brightness, I saw nothing.

It swept the winter trees off on its way with its bare hands as if those poor trees were nothing to it but mere shrubs. More shockingly, the height of this abominable creature was taller than the tallest leafless tree I could see in this wintry, lifeless woods. With that, it impressed me that it was strong enough. Vigorous than me. Yet, still, I wanted it killed.

Any sign of life, there was nothing much to desire than witnessing their death in my own power… I thirst for their literal cold hearts that were once warm. For horrors and exhilarating demises.

I stared at it for a couple of seconds more not because of my astonishment to this creature but to answer my question, “how to kill it?” I knew to myself that smaller enemies were expeditious at fighting – Alice in blue dress was enough proof – and humans were considered the most quick-witted creature, yet it was still a challenge to me to bring a massive enemy down. I couldn’t even hurt an aggressive moose.

Self-disappointments, turned to self-anger.

The time was running. I still have a most desired enemy to kill, but, first, I wanted this abominable snowman killed. As what my blood and soul intensely wished, take out any sign of life.

The plan was to stab the snowman in the heart. As I said, it was challenging, but I was confident I could do what I desired for this ugly creature. Given the isolated and wintry place we were in, the first murder weapon I had in mind was a pointed, stony branch. And, so, I have gone to look for one.

But seconds after I paced, while my eyes were busy around me for a branch, the yeti had noticed my movements, and I didn’t realize or thought of that. Fool. Without my full attention to it, the abominable snowman seized my body instantly with one of its dirty, bare hands, screamed at me in somewhat rage or happiness – I couldn’t tell exactly – then threw me out to his back. I wouldn’t lie that I liked the way my body absorbed the warmth of its breath when it shrieked. Nevertheless, the smell of it… nevermind.

Fury.

It was all I felt while I flew for a short moment on the jarring winter air. Right after I hit the ground, there I saw a dead branch, but not one I thought of in mind. The branch was about 4 ft in left and was muscled enough, by means of muscled was large enough to use for stabbing or maiming larger beings like yetis, yet the problem was the tip was almost flat. It couldn’t pierce through the thick skin of the creature. But I had no choice, for the most part now that it was walking towards me. I took it, then looked into the eyes of my massive enemy. With just one look, I already knew this hideous, giant ape’s next offence move; stomp on me. I was right when I quoth that humans were quick-witted creatures. The snowman could’ve done more than that to achieve the bloodlust desire we both shared.

Anyhow, although I had a brief chance of escaping from the bed of snow, I chose to remain on it and prepared the branch. I felt the vibrations on the ground while my enemy made its way to me. I was slightly terrified by the sound of it, but that never really bothered me at all. Along with the feeling of the beating ground, I also felt my body getting heavy again. The gravity was pulling me down like before. I was debilitated for a moment.

And it was baffling.

Until, two or so high feet away from my head, I caught the very bottom of the yeti’s right foot. Like expected, it was filthy, which was pointless. Powder of snow was falling on me as it lifted its foot in the air, all ready to squash me. Its shadow never left me, giving me a dark sight of what was above me. I got the feeling of small trembles, yet I focused on stabbing the ugly-furred giant in the heart. And, so, I swiftly stood the branch beside my neck, choosing the sharpest end – I knew it wasn’t that sharp – facing up to bump into the snowman’s incoming foot. My hands were fixed on the branch for support: left on the bottom and right before the middle part of the branch.

I closed my eyes but kept my position on the floor of snow rigid and hard. I must be, so I could take off the yeti’s balance by hurting one of its feet. Once I succeeded, its heart was a piece of cake to reach and impale it. Then I could proceed on hunting little Alice in the blue dress. I still cannot forget the way she tricked me and high-kicked my temple that, up until now, I cannot fathom why it still exerts pain. The wound on my temple, as I suspected, was alive. After what she did, the beating, like a living pulse, never went away. I just tried to convince my head not to feel it, so it seemed that I didn’t feel it this whole time. But, in truth, I’ve been asking myself about it. What was happening to me?

The time was quick, and my first step for killing this abominable snowman worked. It had managed to hit its feet on the trap I thought of. A few droplets of blood dripped down to me, especially to my face. I was exhilarated. Yet it was not enough for someone like me, whose extreme lust cannot be explained well but through bloodshed. The victory was mine.

The repulsive creature did take a couple of steps back, groaning at the suffering I gave to it and limping due to its right foot that I maimed. I was happy, of course. I now confidently knew that I could win this duel.

Taking advantage of the yeti’s weak state, I propelled myself off the snow and hurried to where it was going – still with the branch I used to hurt its feet. It was not hard to face the injured snowman again, but I had to be careful with its strong arms, which I thought was a less thing to worry about now, as I perceived that both of its hands were somewhat locked to its bleeding foot, probably attempting to stop its blood from escaping its body or by merely covering it because of pain. Either way, it was a good sign to me.

I ran in the direction of the yeti’s working foot: its left foot. Since I had not fully succeeded in what was planned, I thought that aiming for its left foot would totally cause the loss of the snowman’s balance. I had to do everything just to have this enemy lying on the bed of snow and carry out what I entirely planned for this disgusting brute; killing it.

But, as luck faded away on my hands instantly, the yeti, who could now stand with both feet, caught the branch on my hands, which I didn’t agree to let go of. I sensed my energy and body struggling to take the dead branch off, the only weapon I could use to pierce the heart of this enemy, of the hands of the same enemy. Evidently, it was hefty. I was an ant with a grain of corn. And then, there was this grasshopper who wanted to steal it away from me.

Eventually, subsequent to enough moments competing over a dead branch, the same branch broke into two. It immediately dispatched the part of the branch in its hands while I fell on the cold ground and kept the other part in my hands as I still need this to win.

I stood up, watching the abominable snowman screaming again in front of me. As I watched, I wondered and doubted if that was how they really behaved. There was something off about it that I couldn’t put a finger into. Yet it wasn’t important in the current situation. I admitted that my mind went blank with no idea of what would I do next as my head was up and my eyes were on the snowman’s stinky mouth.

Due to the sudden stillness of my body and the emptiness of my head, the yeti took the perfect chance to hurt its enemy: me. It swung its hand on me with a much enough force that I flew and rolled plenty of feet away from where my last stance was on the white, wintry ground. I felt its fury on the strike it gave to me.

I couldn’t breathe, yet my whole body began to multiply in pounds again. I couldn’t lift myself. Everywhere, every inch, in me was a pain. I was just there with little movement from my body due to soreness. I was not aware of what was the yeti’s next step now. My senses were failing me; my eyes were dim, and my ears were clogged. And there it was, the feeling after failing to achieve what was most desired. The discouragement and rage I always bestowed myself were irritatingly immaculate and precise. I loathe it!

Nonetheless, it also always gave me the spirit of carrying on and the strength to fight and kill. My failure boosted me.

And, so, I never gave up, despite the fact that my body was too weak. I pushed the limits of myself and be on my own feet when – so unpredicted and unmindful by its sudden appearance – something smooth but hard pierced through my shoulder. I wasn’t fully upright yet when it happened, so the wolf managed to bring me down to the ground.

The longer I tried to escape from its mouth, the longer its fangs were buried beneath my skin. I felt my own blood dripping, colouring the snow red. I shrieked because the wolf’s fangs pained me and also to a reason that I looked at myself as a helpless, powerless being. My hands were free, yet they didn’t do enough to help me as the wolf had initiated on dragging me away as its delicious meal for tonight.

Up until I caught the other part of the branch that I used to wound the yeti on its right foot. Fortunately, it came with me when the hideous snowman swung me with its hands. And, since it was broken to half, the new end tip was edged perfectly, which I then used on the wolf’s neck. Red liquid began to cover my hands quickly. I took off the branch in an attempt to do once more what I just did, but then the wolf started to howl badly, calling for help, without a doubt.

Whilst I abhor leaving my enemies partially alive, I had no choice but to leave the seriously maimed wolf on the red snow and, while hearing the other wolves approaching to where I was, just run away.