Slide 19: The goreing
The sky above did not look the way it should, it looked neither blue or black or pink or red, it was a grayish blue with ripples at the very top tall trees straight back to back going miles topped it off. It wasn't a sky, it was pool. There was water ripples in the sky. He was not where a person should be. He had been running endlessly for the past few hours, now he was simply genitally chasing himself round the landscape and known not where he was going or what he was doing, he panted and signed and looked back and forth around himself but known not where to go. There was sort of a fog all around him, he tired running through the woods before but known not just where to go or where that would take him. The trees roamed so tall it made him sign in terror. The middle angled man wearing the long thick grey coat and the top hat above his head. There was wavy grass all along the ground and little white dandy lions brushing across the ways. He stumbled up a roughs hiss half walking with his hands on the ground gasping the whole way up with a feared and waver look. He was being chased and he known not how much longer he could hold up. When he reached the top of the hill he gasped, there was a long thick root poking up from the ground, imposing, and at the very top he saw a black feather poking out, and soon the whole of the beast came. It's large imposing white mast, it's devil horns on reach side reaching back like accent male goat horns. It's cat like legs and arms, its snake like tail topped off with a feather at the end. It's wings as ling and sharp and devouring as a thunderbird. It stood as high on the root as you could imagine and it looked down at the man with a Hungary smile. It was over thirty feet tall and it looked every bit of it. Right as the beast was starting it's walk down there was a noise somewhere off in the distance, and it raised it's head. There was someone off far away screaming and waving their arms. Someone dressed rather oddly and tall as well. The man looked at the figure running with fear but feared nothing more then the beast that had chased him into those evil wood. When the man got closer he screamed in a almost angry tone but as well as weak. "Take me! Take me!" It was so far off it was hard to make out, the beast climbed off the root slowly and grinned as a catfish would, the man stumbled away from the beast while the figure far off got closer, a strange man dressed in pink. "Spare him you devil! Take me damnit!" At those words the thing smiled and walked past the middle aged man as if the beast wouldn't chasing him for the past five hours. It's walked a good few feet with long strides and waving tail. Then suddenly leaping it flown over to where the lanky man was half flying half jumping. The lanky man in pink screamed at this almost turned head and running but it was too late and his sacrifice was concrete. Immediately he could see the beast chewing into the man tearing him up and goreing up the man's gut. The middle aged man could not see almost any of it for the beast's body was far too large. He wanted to run away to take this moment to flea and survive, but something inside himself told him to stay, so he watched on in horror blank faced and gasping wide eyed and mouth ajar. It seemed to go on forever, stray blood would scatter all around, red and dripped all over. Gore would flow around like a birthing tub. The man in pink kept on screamed and screaming in that horrible way someone suffering in awful ways would. The middle aged man would have thought the wailing would have stopped at this point, but it did not! It kept on and kept on never ending. The beast just chewed and swallowed ever and ever on, it's wings flapped around in pure delight clearly shown across it's body. Then when the man seemed to stop screaming a little, the beast stood up, stayed perfectly still for a while, then it spread it's large wings and leaped into the grey air and with a large burst of wind it flown into the air beating the sky and gravity around it, it flown far off into the distance and soon the large beast was nothing but a speck in the sky. The trees where still and the grass was waving around still shivering in horror over what had just taken place. The middle aged man still sat back in the grass, shaking quite a bit himself, keeping his poor eyes shut. And then when he finally got his grip he started walking to the man and when he did finally open his eyes he thought he might vomit. The pink man's gut and chest and upper abdominal was almost fully gone, only a few broken bones and think layer of skin at the bottom left. He almost looked away until he saw the man laying on the ground slightly shift and scorn there tiny and weak. The middle aged man gasped and ran over to the man getting by his side, blood was everywhere on the ground so when he bent over his clothe where bathed in the pink man's blood. "Jesus..." The middle aged man mumbled, the pink man slightly turned his head over to him, he mumbled something but didn't quite get it out. "I'm..." Was the only clear word. And so the middle aged man sat there beside the pink man, waiting by his bed of grass for a good hour maybe, sometimes the man in pink gored but sometimes not. The man in pink was not dying, seemingly he couldn't. When night was fully upon them the pink man mumbled something. "Is... Is it coming back?" He asked, and the middle aged man snapped his head over to the massacred man. "Oh... I don't know. I think not because it at-..." He trailed off glancing at the pink man's body. It almost seemed like it was healing. "Are you reforming yourself?" The middle aged man asked carefully starting at the moving body. "I don't know! Nothing like this has ever happened before like this- I'm... I'm lost, I'm sorry, you should go home without me, I will be okay..." "I will stay the night, I can't leave you here, but I don't know how to carry you. How are you still alive?" The man grumbled. "My master does not allow me to die until my word is done. Why was that vision chasing you?" The middle aged man looked away slightly red with the purest kind of shame. "It is my burden. I have had it with me all my life... I don't know how you saw it but..." The middle aged man turned to the gored man and said teary eyed. "I believe you have sharpen me from it. I believe I may never see it again! It has grown and grown for years but now I may be free forever!" The gored man stared into the eyes of the free man, the gored man looked almost a little ashamed of himself as if he had done something wrong. That night the two men slept next to each other to keep warm, for the forest was cold and dark, and off in the distance there where large boars growing and howling out into the distance. The trees shacked and moved around, and the path in the distance became shorter and lighter as the night marched on, and the water at the top of the sky dripped out and became rain that dripped across the forest, though suprisingly none of it rained upon the two men. And when they would wake up they would find though still in pain, the pink man's body and clothes where be fully retorted to his normal self, yet still as achy as ever it was. When morning came they would split paths, but only in kind.
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