Somewhere in south Auvergne - France
Screams filled the air as men, women, and children all ran alike. They screamed of the devil. They screamed of horrors. With their small town being located in the rural region of south Auvergne, towns and help were few and far between. They had heard rumors and stories of this horror that ransacked their small village. Newspapers and telephone calls whispered of a great devil that would appear to terrorize the French countryside.
One boy trotted at a pace while holding onto his mother. The mother had hurt her back earlier in the year and was still recovering. The boy, clad in a white shirt and creme colored overalls, ran slightly ahead of his mother who wore a light mint-green dress. Running on a small side-road paved with cobble with single-story white stone walls lining both sides, the boy and mother had tried taking a less traveled route out of the town and to safety. Both mother and son ran with terror filling their eyes. They could hear the screams of those who had been unfortunate enough to be intercepted by the devil that rampaged through the town.
He knew that he and his mother had to get out of the town and to safety as quickly as possible.
*** "Mother, how are you doing?" The boy nervously asked as the mother half-ran, half-limped behind him. Her back was not treating her well.
*** "I'll be fine, Matthieu." The mother replied to the son. "We must get out of here!"
Nodding, the son turned back towards the front and continued down the cobble road, never letting his mother too far behind him. Though he hadn't noticed it earlier, he suddenly realized that many of the screams had stopped and what screams he could here were more of terror rather than pain. This worried him. Turning back to his mother, he spoke.
*** "Mother, perhaps we should try hiding in one of these buildings? I don't seem to hear any new victims crying out. The devil could be close or perhaps have gone." The boy hurriedly suggested. Regardless of what was actually happening, the boy did not feel safe outside.
The mother came to a stop as she caught her breath. Thinking of the option, she nodded her head in agreement with her son's suggestion. The boy trotted forward to an intersection of alleyways that was not far ahead of him. Peering out to both sides, he noticed a door that was left ajar along the left path. Whoever had inhabited the place must have left in a hurry. Turning back to his mother, he waved her forward and pointed towards the door.
*** "Mother, I think we can hide in there for now until things calm down. All this running can't be good for your back." The son informed.
*** "Alright, Matthieu. We'll rest in there." The mother obliged as she started walking towards the door.
As the mother neared the door, Matthieu noticed something. What was that smell? There was a faint metallic tang in the air that he had not noticed earlier. It reminded him of something. What was it, though? Matthieu wrought his brain for an answer as he started towards the door to follow his mother.
*** "Ou vas-tu?" A girl's soft voice called out from behind him.
Matthieu froze. The town was small. There weren't more than a thousand people in the entirety of the town and he for certain knew all the kids that lived in this town. He didn't recognize the voice. At that moment, the mother, wondering where her son was, stepped outside the door to check for him. She screamed.
Matthieu couldn't scream. He wouldn't have screamed if he could have anyway. He was too shocked. It hadn't felt like much, but looking down, he realized what that metallic smell filling the air was. It was blood. And now, the once weak scent was a sharp scent. It was his own blood. Sticking out of his chest was the tip of a large spear of some metallic material he had never seen before. This was strange. He had been wearing a white shirt and creme overalls just a moment ago. Why were they all red?
Those were Matthieu's last thoughts as the metallic spear retracted, leaving a gaping hole where his lungs and heart once had been.
The mother slumped down on the door that still was left ajar. Though she had never seen the figure that stood behind her son's limp and bloodied body, she knew exactly who that figure was. It was the devil. A small figure with red eyes ablaze with some magical power, she was no human. Her dress was caked with dried blood as well as splattered with the blood of new victims. Perhaps the dress had once been a different color. It didn't matter now. For all the mother saw before the spear once again thrust forward was a petite female devil clad in a scarlet red dress.
Screams filled the air as men, women, and children all ran alike. They screamed of the devil. They screamed of horrors. With their small town being located in the rural region of south Auvergne, towns and help were few and far between. They had heard rumors and stories of this horror that ransacked their small village. Newspapers and telephone calls whispered of a great devil that would appear to terrorize the French countryside.
One boy trotted at a pace while holding onto his mother. The mother had hurt her back earlier in the year and was still recovering. The boy, clad in a white shirt and creme colored overalls, ran slightly ahead of his mother who wore a light mint-green dress. Running on a small side-road paved with cobble with single-story white stone walls lining both sides, the boy and mother had tried taking a less traveled route out of the town and to safety. Both mother and son ran with terror filling their eyes. They could hear the screams of those who had been unfortunate enough to be intercepted by the devil that rampaged through the town.
He knew that he and his mother had to get out of the town and to safety as quickly as possible.
*** "Mother, how are you doing?" The boy nervously asked as the mother half-ran, half-limped behind him. Her back was not treating her well.
*** "I'll be fine, Matthieu." The mother replied to the son. "We must get out of here!"
Nodding, the son turned back towards the front and continued down the cobble road, never letting his mother too far behind him. Though he hadn't noticed it earlier, he suddenly realized that many of the screams had stopped and what screams he could here were more of terror rather than pain. This worried him. Turning back to his mother, he spoke.
*** "Mother, perhaps we should try hiding in one of these buildings? I don't seem to hear any new victims crying out. The devil could be close or perhaps have gone." The boy hurriedly suggested. Regardless of what was actually happening, the boy did not feel safe outside.
The mother came to a stop as she caught her breath. Thinking of the option, she nodded her head in agreement with her son's suggestion. The boy trotted forward to an intersection of alleyways that was not far ahead of him. Peering out to both sides, he noticed a door that was left ajar along the left path. Whoever had inhabited the place must have left in a hurry. Turning back to his mother, he waved her forward and pointed towards the door.
*** "Mother, I think we can hide in there for now until things calm down. All this running can't be good for your back." The son informed.
*** "Alright, Matthieu. We'll rest in there." The mother obliged as she started walking towards the door.
As the mother neared the door, Matthieu noticed something. What was that smell? There was a faint metallic tang in the air that he had not noticed earlier. It reminded him of something. What was it, though? Matthieu wrought his brain for an answer as he started towards the door to follow his mother.
*** "Ou vas-tu?" A girl's soft voice called out from behind him.
Matthieu froze. The town was small. There weren't more than a thousand people in the entirety of the town and he for certain knew all the kids that lived in this town. He didn't recognize the voice. At that moment, the mother, wondering where her son was, stepped outside the door to check for him. She screamed.
Matthieu couldn't scream. He wouldn't have screamed if he could have anyway. He was too shocked. It hadn't felt like much, but looking down, he realized what that metallic smell filling the air was. It was blood. And now, the once weak scent was a sharp scent. It was his own blood. Sticking out of his chest was the tip of a large spear of some metallic material he had never seen before. This was strange. He had been wearing a white shirt and creme overalls just a moment ago. Why were they all red?
Those were Matthieu's last thoughts as the metallic spear retracted, leaving a gaping hole where his lungs and heart once had been.
The mother slumped down on the door that still was left ajar. Though she had never seen the figure that stood behind her son's limp and bloodied body, she knew exactly who that figure was. It was the devil. A small figure with red eyes ablaze with some magical power, she was no human. Her dress was caked with dried blood as well as splattered with the blood of new victims. Perhaps the dress had once been a different color. It didn't matter now. For all the mother saw before the spear once again thrust forward was a petite female devil clad in a scarlet red dress.
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