“INTRUDER!” The word crashed into my mind. Everything went simultaneously white and then black.
“Yes Koi, eat the magical mealworm of man. Come, join us above. See for yourself.”
The arrow soared, piercing droplets of rain as it whistled before coming to a sickening halt puncturing the thick silver hide of the unknown creature.
He would wear a pink tutu, classic white boxers with red hearts on them peaking just below the tutu, and a cyan shirt with dayglo green block writing that said, “BOD OF A GOD!” in all caps.
My cough is a battle cry, unleashing a cataclysm of a thousand little fabricated joys and bliss.
An unnatural wheeze comes from his throat as he reaches up to touch it, his hands no longer containing any fingers, now appear more mitten-like, his calves no longer there, the fishtail now in place of what his legs and feet used to be.
Lopped in twain, decassitated, his head plucked; spewed glittering visceral bloodfetti.
The rain danced on the metal roof, giving hushed applause to the sky.
Celebration of the Doomise of Thulsa, demised.