Savior Unburned
Enlightened by darkness. Feel the lost souls circling, circling, vultures of the spirit. Where is the one? The tracker of souls? When will he come?
Then the madness, the hysterical gibbering, can cease.
When the lost, forgotten and trapped are neutralized. Please, oh please, Christ please! Stop the screams!
Hurry my savior! Put the dead to rest. Just shut them up. Shut them the fuck up! Please dear God, JUST MAKE IT STOP!!
The crack of the whip was still bouncing around the rotten barn walls as the blood trickled down the fresh slash of flesh. Carl saw the flash. He knew he didn’t have long. A minute? Maybe. He stumbled blindly toward the large double doors of the mausoleum. Why? He couldn’t reason it. Some prehistoric self-preservation instinct? Fuck, who cares? Just trying to make it to the corner. Hopefully near his grandmother. At the instant a smile formed on his lips, his fingers found and activated an entrance to an ancient passage which his eyes had kept hidden from him at least a hundred times. A waft of dry death sent him shuffling backward as the sonic boom shattered every window in the dead hotel. A moment of stark terror as his feet left the ground and he was hurled into the unknown. His ringing ears didn’t register the nasty crack of his left forearm or the popping of the third, fourth and fifth fingers of the same appendage as he came down hard near the bottom of the aged granite staircase. His last conscious thoughts were the whoosh and click of the passage sealing off the reddish glare from the searing wave of death screaming past overhead, and one phrase. Holy Christ!