Murder Stories for Your Brain Piece by Kevin Strange

Author:Kevin Strange [Strange, Kevin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kevin The Strange Fiction
Published: 2016-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

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Sometime later, Adamo regained consciousness. Pain wracked his senses. It was so unbearable that he could think of nothing, save the waves and waves of merciless agony crashing through his body. And yet he recognized movement. Every centimeter of his body screamed in torment. Unbelievably, he found that he still possessed eyes to open. The light was harsh, causing him to squint, but the smell was what caused him to cry out. The smell of rancid, spoiled, rotting meat assaulted his senses, making him wretch.

And then he opened his eyes.

His neighborhood had become a compost heap. Piles of bodies reaching two stories or more spanned city blocks, as far as he could see. That's when he realized he was being pulled up one such pile. The doves were gone. The sky was calm again. Only their red-stained feathers and piles of bird shit were left to tell the story of what had happened here and, Adamo expected, all across the earth.

He looked up just as he reached the top of the pile. The creature that held him was beautiful beyond imagination. Its body smooth as marble and rippled with muscles rivaling the most exaggerated depiction of Adonis. Its six majestic wings spread wide, spanning at least two car lengths. Its face was as beautiful as the most gorgeous woman Adamo had ever seen, yet as masculine as the most suave gentleman on Earth.

Adamo looked down at his own body and screamed. He found a twisted heap of tendons and bone with only the scantest hint of flesh remaining on his exposed rib cage and extremities. How he was still alive was a mystery. He had no tongue or vocal chords to speak, he could only groan and weep. It was then that he noticed the chorus of moans, screams and cries echoing across the valley that once housed his small, Midwestern town. None of the victims of the demoniac birds were dead. They all lay in misery in this living hell that has so suddenly consumed all Adamo could see and hear, each in various states of a mangled, disemboweled, dismembered mess.

The creature, what must have been an angel, dropped Adamo at the very peak of the pile of living corpses. It knelt down and looked Adamo in the eyes with four obsidian eyes of its own. Adamo shuddered in awe of such an awesome creature.

It reached a huge, taloned hand up and gently pushed Adamo's questioning, weeping eyes closed, its touch softer than velvet.

When it spoke, it was like a million tiny bells pealing all at once, creating harmonies undreamed of by the minds of men.

“And so sin brought man into this world, so too sin hath wrought him out. Sleep now, sinner. Sleep forever. Amen.”

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