Ripples of a Darker Nature II: A Stitch

Sonya’s hands flowed rhythmically up and down, the white flowing dress seemingly coming into existence, into life, beneath her measured cadence. Had it been possible for an onlooker to follow the course of events, they would have watched the fabric of the dress weave itself into a pattern of sublime perfection. A pattern of utmost beauty destined for utmost horror.
The dress seemed to weave in synchronised harmony with the soft, angelic melody that subtly filled the glade within which Sonya sat. The soft touch of the damp grass beneath her bare, green-stained legs, the sweet fragrance of a gentle rain and the blissful aroma of fresh cut grass. The silent rustling of the leaves of the eucalypts that guarded the circular glade, the ever-present face of the silver moon bringing tranquillity and peace to the mother’s glade. Every sensation overwhelmed the absent onlooker, reason was impossible, all that existed was the ever-growing peace and calm.

Beneath the calm and the peace, conflicting emotions battled for control of the onlooker. Reason demanded they remember their purpose, remember their need, remember the desperate determination that brought them to this most impossibly dangerous place. Desire and emotion fought need and determination. Animal lust and primal instinct thought reason and knowledge. The sweet vanilla scent of Sonya, the unblemished skin of her bared thighs, her perfect nature, her perfect innocence consumed the primal onlooker. The preternatural attraction fought reason for all control. Ultimately, both lost to the overwhelming sense of calm, peace, and sedate tranquillity that suffused the very atmosphere of the glade.

The onlooker sat beneath a eucalypt and watched with rapt expression the sublimely rhythmic manifestations of Sonya and the white dress. In the subliminal peace the universe revolved through eternity in the space of a single heartbeat. Time lost meaning and the onlooker watched, oblivious to their failure to fulfil their desperate need.

One of the manifestations of Sonya stood gracefully and smiled sweetly to herself as she regarded the primal onlooker. She walked calmly and slowly out of the circle, past the onlooker’s tree. As she stepped beyond the onlooker, her hand barely trailed along his shoulder. He quivered and lent back against the tree, closing his eyes as his life left him. In the merest instant his body collapsed, the flesh taken by nature, the bones fell to dust and there was naught left to speak of the onlookers visit to the green glade.

Ripples of a Darker Nature I: A Chase

Sharon sprinted down the never-ending hallway. Her tattered and blood-stained, once-white loose dress rustled as her bleeding feet struggled to take the next step. The hospital-white walls seemed to loom over her, filling her vision in horrifying totality. She had been running for an eternity. It was still pursuing her.
She could not stop to take breath, she could not pause for a moment’s rest. It was behind her. It was chasing her.
It existed solely to consume her.
Her bruised legs screamed in agony and her lungs tore at her constricted chest. Her mind was consumed only by thoughts of the monster that pursued it.

She continued in her endless sprint down the hallway, primordial fear and base instinct driving her to reach its end. Had she been capable of reason she would have known that there was no end to this corridor. It continued forever. If reason were possible in this place, Sharon may have had the slimmest of hopes against the coming darkness.

Her ankle gave way beneath her as she sprinted around yet another of the infinite corners in this interminable tunnel. Sharon issued a guttural, primeval scream as she crashed to the floor. Terror, beyond even the most imaginable fear, welled within her as she struggled to rise to her feet. Collapsing back to the floor before she could even raise herself to one knee, she desperately tried to claw her way forward. As the fundamental terror overwhelmed her last remaining senses, she felt the monster leap on her back. It howled in in primal supremacy as its blackened form prepared to plunge its razor-sharp claws into her, to draw forth its sweet sustenance. Her consciousness ceased to exist as the monster devoured her life-blood and her very soul.