=== Disclaimer: This is an original short story for TB's horror OS contest. Not a fanon. ===
Total no. of words: 372 Edit
Limit: 450 Edit
' 'Act one
Exterior: a dark, silhouetted room, two people sitting under a swinging lamp, a Rondel dagger lying in between.
‘‘Will you help us then?’’
‘‘Good! We can use someone of your expertise, Rhor’o.’’
The night their fate is decided.
' 'Act two
Exterior: a pitch-black, dingy room, continuous shouts heard, an ebony woman and an incensed man present.
“Shut up woman!”
“Stop clinging to me!’’
A door slammed.
A child wept.
The night that changed all.
Exterior: a full moon casting faint glow over the thick woods, dead silence, five figures stealthily creeping through.
A branch snapped, the group halted.
“What are you doing, Ms. Rhor’o? Someone of your abilities ought to know their way about the woods better.’’
A shot fired, a raw, agonised cry of a man pierced the still air.
“Rhor’o! How could yo– I apologise!’’
“How can you be so acquiescent, Slooka? She k-k-killed Harvey!’’
Grabbing of the hooded-woman’s collar as cat-eyes gleamed, the man wincing as his hand removed. Leaves rustled.
The night their doom was inevitable.
' 'Act three
' 'Scene two
“There’s no wind, why are the leaves moving?”
“Paranoia; you are paranoid, Mr. Daykin!’’
Multiple eyes suddenly appearing everywhere in the dim forest, menacing, sinister…pure evil.
The night their fate is sealed.
' 'Act four
' 'Scene one
Exterior: four bodies hanging, various hooded bodies standing beneath.
"Well done daughter, you helped catch the last of the slayers.”
Daykin watched, transfixed, as those cat-eyes opened: malicious…gleeful.
“Anything to keep our race alive, mother.”
Cat-eyes pierced at Daykin.
“Did you really think you could kill my mother and the half-human you dared sire, but so ashamed you stooped to kill me!”
Daykin’s eyes widened, cat-eyes drew nearer as sharp metal glided over the soft skin, the half-human, half-troll gaily licking the blood pouring out.
“So many humans – how about a feast?’’
More trolls came forward, sharp metal glinting in each hand, licking lips, eyes showing the intense hunger, as Rhor’o burped.
A human skeleton swung to and fro.
Life can change in a heartbeat.