Username: cc123cuteee
Wordcount: 832
Name of Story: "The Devils Numbers"
Month March, Year 6666
It's said that as time goes by the world heals on its own. The crimson red sky may finally retreat and the clouds, like an ash tray, might slowly die down and a baby blue horizon will wash over the earth once again. Quinn, they used to call me Quinn. I hadn't been barely 7 years old when the roar of the war had spewed out into our household, my dad hands had latched around my waist as he began to drag me and my two older brothers out into the safe hold, my mother had died giving birth to me, and with her death she had given me the duty of being the only women in our family, to steady, calm and protect the men. I can't remember what had happened that night, just the sounds of screaming and terror racing over our heads as we hid underground, waiting it out, waiting for it to end and my brothers and fathers' faces, they were so frightened...even though they tried to hide it. They all looked like me, strong dark blue eyes and ash blonde hair; you would have probably mistaken me as one of the men because my hair had always been short, just below my narrow chin. I had small breasts and a tiny waist but I could keep up with them. I wasn't as strong as my older brothers, they were heavily built, but I was fast, faster than them both.
My nightmares from the past still haunt me, but i try and forget them because it slows me down, thinking about them. I need all my skills to live out here now, the past is the past and that won't help me out here. Alone.
The old city streets are outlined in a blood like red, the stains of human fluids still runs through these sewers. I have several shelters, here and there. I move every week so they don’t pick up my sent. They can smell human flesh that lingers about from around 25 feet away, each bone they eat, each heart, each soul, gets grinded through four rows of dulled teeth, it's said that they were made like that, by the devil, so that it would hurt more, so we could feel it slowly scrapping against our bones. It takes at least three minutes to eat you alive, while your kicking and screaming, helplessly in its mouth, foul breath leaking from its inner body, the smell of the rotting corpses in the pit of its stomach, that were once jammed and pinned in the same way you are, limbs twisting and bulging out in untimely manners. They're more than four times my size, I’m 5,6", they also eat four times more than i eat, we called them devainians, the devils demons that he created from the rakehell and ash caused by humans, i guess god gave up on us. It's not like he had a choice, we killed our creator, dismissed him, chose not to believe he was there, the gap he left, severed there in the sky, was replace by a different kind of deity, not of which had golden laced halos and pure white wings but of arched horns and of pitch black eyes. They are very thin, even though their eating capacity is far beyond my own, a couple of scrawny, squirming bodies aren’t enough, they almost looked starved, several rib cages sticking out, and they have six sets of lungs. Scars cover each section of the devainians skin, they have whip lashes all across and down their backs, curving their spine into an "S" shape and tearing most of the muscle on its back, being the devils housemaid isn't as easy as it looks I guess... I've never touched a devainian before but an old man, blind as a bat, had told me that it feels like a piece of the underworld has attached itself to it and then unleashes an undying fire that enters into your bloodstream and expands your blood vessels until they pop. He spoke of how he had only touched it for a split second but he can still feel his heart smoking like a flame on the inside, he went blind after that day and couldn’t walk, talk or understand anyone for nearly 5 years. He never told me how he survived for that long without any strength or sight, it was nearly impossible in this place, so I would think.
The pain it brings me to write this is unbearable, but then again, being out in the place is worse, instead of seeing my story in ink, I'll say a phrase, that blind coo taught me,
"Sayonara forgotten ink,
Let the words I feed you, fill and sink
Into the eyes of our reader and link
Give them my vision in a couple of blinks"
And so it begins, to hell and back we go..... (to read the rest of my story personal message me ^.^)
