Queen

what goes bump in the night

How many days had it been, months, years, I didn’t know. I couldn’t feel my body, I couldn’t feel anything. Sitting in a dark cell had its downside, but, something was inching its way into this place. I could feel it, and couldn’t explain how or why. I just sat on my bed holding my knee’s to my chest knowing fully what was happening outside. I could hear everything, the voices in my head were working just fine. But, that was to expect for a demon with such power as I, as a queen, with such power as I.

I couldn’t tell what was happening inside of the cell however. After being thrown into this dark and damp place by my own daughter, things were coming in like wild fire. Information spewing left and right, with the all seeing eyes, voices, of the dead who could move around not even at my will. There was people being slaughtered miles of dimensions away, on a plane I doubt I could even reach within decades of searching. There were cities burning, people people born, people winning things. All the good, all the bad, being thrown in my head. It was like having tv screens all around you in a circle, and all informational video’s playing and understanding every word they were saying at the same exact time.

But, after a few days of me just sitting there, doing nothing, the voices stopped. The voices came to a close, and the last words they spoke were calling me. They called for the queen, they yelled, hoping to reach me, until the voices just….stopped. I opened my red eyes, frightened but feeling nothing. The darkness swamped me like a plague. Only the thin light from the torches outside of the bars giving my the light of the stone concrete floor. There was no windows, just the bars, and the back of the wall.

The cell was fairly roomy, they made it comfortable for their queen or president obviously. The bed was only one person sized, but comfortably in a squishy mattress and a tan blanket. It had it’s own bathroom area hidden from view but with no door. And a sink straight across from my bed that was on the left side if you face the bars. I was feeling so scared, now that the voices had stopped.

My vision was blurry, it was cold and there was something outside of the cell. If I hadn’t known it was there before, I knew it was there now. No one was down here, everyone was up above ground, scuttering about because of a problem that had arose. Something devious being planned that I could not understand because of the situation here. My sanity was sleeping, I could feel it, with the scratching pain, but the feeling was all the same. As I outstretched my limbs, I stood up, turning towards the bars where I could see the thing. Black, a shadow, with no definite form or being. Seemingly a tall human form, with broad shoulders. I touched the bars, and it approached me.

I didn’t know why I didn’t move back, why I didn’t light it on fire right then and there. I was pulled towards it, interested, everything around me had quieted down. The silence was deafening from the months of hearing those voices who told me everything. But, something of a chill went down my spine. The creature, ever so daring was floating towards me. Silently, just a shape moving towards me, flopping around in the light of the torches. As I let out a small hiss from my throat, fangs bared at it. My hands gripped the bars, until my fingers started to bleed, but that didn’t stop me from gripping them tighter feeling so threatened by this shape that made no noise. But then….it stopped, a few feet away from my face, and I blinked, which was probably the biggest mistake I could ever make.

I could feel every ounce of my body every ounce of my being being tugged ripped and shredded near the bars. My struggling attempts to throw myself to the farthest wall of the bars didn't work. I could feel the creature clawing at my shoulders. Begging to taste the flesh if a being superior to itself. And then it all went black . Not like I blacked out, but the torch had stopped glowing and I just felt myself standing in the middle of the room.

One minute, Two minutes, Three minutes went by before I noticed something dripping from my arm. My right arm was spewing red liquid, almost brown from the scar that seemed to have been tore open by whatever the shadow was. I could only tell because of the scent, the feeling was my left hand moved over my shoulder. The shirt had been ripped apart in that area, material hanging loosely as I shivered. The split was burning as I touched it, skin was peeling off in parts. Revealing flesh as I felt pieces of the already scarred skin hanging. A good three inches long across of skin hanging off, bleeding. I could hear it falling to floor.

An hour passed by before I moved to my bed, collapsing onto the sheets with my arm still bleeding. I slept, I slept for hours, and what woke me up was the voices, shaking me awake as I jolted upwards. Flesh still hanging from from arm, but this time it was being held by someone. By the doctor, Ashlee. As she held a needle, and I felt sensation filling up my body. I let out a blood curdling scream, thrashing about as I kicked Ashlee in the chest flinging the small five foot woman against the sink. My left arm holding onto the bloody mass of my shoulder. I hadn’t meant to kick her, Ashlee was my best friend, my best doctor who I had known since nearly elementary school. As I rolled onto the floor I screamed out loud with the hard thud.

Ashlee approached me placed hands on my wrists, knee’s pinning my legs down. It was painful, but not as painful as the burning and ripping sensation in my shoulder. Enough to make my stomach sick, to make my eyes water, turning bloodshot against their already red color. As I hissed and she strapped a piece of clothing around my shoulder just above the wound tightly. I couldn’t move that arm, as she took the needle and scissors and began cutting off pieces of flesh, and sewing the wound back together. With every pull of the string I would jerk and try to thrash about but the small girl had a surprisingly good grip on me. For working with one hand she was nothing less than amazing.

Once the wound had been stitched and cleaned up, Ashlee let me go. Pulling me up from the pool of blood on the floor where I had been bleeding out. I shivered slightly, breathing heavily with the intense pain gone. My heart beating fast, as I watched Ashlee look at me worriedly, she pointed behind me in the voices. As the figures moved out of the way. On the back wall of the bars came a message written in my blood.

‘They are coming’

Author's Note

Horror story ha ha for thanksgiving