Friday's Whims of the Time Traveler 3.0: October 2003
Death Took Him Away
by Belinda Roddie
"I hate this."
Roy laughed and looked at his shaking sister.
"It's Pioneer Park, Astrid. The only twist is that it's night. What's the big deal?"
Astrid didn't care to answer that. She had always been fearful of going out at night, and now that her brother's car had broken down, they were walking through the park to get help.
Roy was a great raconteur, and he took advantage of this due to the fact that Astrid believed in ghosts. Because of this, Roy would always tease her with scary stories about spirits and Hell. Now he hurried up the steep road to the park's cemetery, his gold ring glinting in the dim moonlight.
"Hey!" Astrid hurried after Roy as he scrambled up the steps leading to the gravestones. "Where're you going? There could be weirdos here! Or maybe...something different..."
Laughing again, Roy knelt down by a tombstone and placed his hand on top of it. "What do you think is gonna happen, Astrid? Some dude is gonna rise from this grave? God, you're such a baby."
As he rubbed his knuckles on the crusty stone, Astrid, biting her nails, rushed to her brother's side. Roy smiled at this, his dark eyes wide and mocking. The girl tried not to notice as she read the rather odd statement on the grave.
"Death took her and won't give her back." Astrid shuddered. "That's the new tombstone they just put up."
Roy looked at his ring and smirked. "Yeah...but there'll be more. You'll see."
"Don't say that." Astrid felt her face go pale. "Don't say that."
"Scared again? C'mon, Astrid..."
Roy rose to his feet and started to head out of the cemetery. That was when everything went silent. A gust of wind blew through Astrid's hair and stopped the blood in her veins. At that moment, a shadowy figure slipped out from behind a large monument in the yard. It strode silently towards the two teenagers, a black cloak swirling about its gaunt physique. Two scorched hands held a long sword and an ax, both with jagged and menacing edges.
Astrid felt her legs go out from under her as she saw the dazzling blade land between her knees. She struggled to her feet and ran vigorously, trying to get away from the cloaked creature. She didn't hear her brother call her name until she tripped and stumbled down the stairs. Her head hit the sidewalk and she passed out.
Astrid woke in a bed, blinking until she saw two police officers standing in front of her. She gasped and sat up, grappling the bedpost.
"Roy!" she breathed. "Roy! Where's Roy, where am I - "
"You're safe now. It's okay. You're safe," the first officer said.
"But what about Roy? And that cloaked...thing!" Astrid choked.
The second officer looked serious. "After hearing screams in the park, we found you, but not your brother. All we found was this."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a gold ring, setting it into Astrid's palm. Astrid stared at it and felt her heart stop. Roy never took off that ring. Never. And now she saw the cloaked figure with his sword and ax...a person from another place...another world...
All of her superstitions were true.
"Death took him," Astrid whispered. The police stared at her, but she didn't notice. "Death took Roy away."
The work you see here has not been edited nor altered since October of 2003.
by Belinda Roddie
"I hate this."
Roy laughed and looked at his shaking sister.
"It's Pioneer Park, Astrid. The only twist is that it's night. What's the big deal?"
Astrid didn't care to answer that. She had always been fearful of going out at night, and now that her brother's car had broken down, they were walking through the park to get help.
Roy was a great raconteur, and he took advantage of this due to the fact that Astrid believed in ghosts. Because of this, Roy would always tease her with scary stories about spirits and Hell. Now he hurried up the steep road to the park's cemetery, his gold ring glinting in the dim moonlight.
"Hey!" Astrid hurried after Roy as he scrambled up the steps leading to the gravestones. "Where're you going? There could be weirdos here! Or maybe...something different..."
Laughing again, Roy knelt down by a tombstone and placed his hand on top of it. "What do you think is gonna happen, Astrid? Some dude is gonna rise from this grave? God, you're such a baby."
As he rubbed his knuckles on the crusty stone, Astrid, biting her nails, rushed to her brother's side. Roy smiled at this, his dark eyes wide and mocking. The girl tried not to notice as she read the rather odd statement on the grave.
"Death took her and won't give her back." Astrid shuddered. "That's the new tombstone they just put up."
Roy looked at his ring and smirked. "Yeah...but there'll be more. You'll see."
"Don't say that." Astrid felt her face go pale. "Don't say that."
"Scared again? C'mon, Astrid..."
Roy rose to his feet and started to head out of the cemetery. That was when everything went silent. A gust of wind blew through Astrid's hair and stopped the blood in her veins. At that moment, a shadowy figure slipped out from behind a large monument in the yard. It strode silently towards the two teenagers, a black cloak swirling about its gaunt physique. Two scorched hands held a long sword and an ax, both with jagged and menacing edges.
Astrid felt her legs go out from under her as she saw the dazzling blade land between her knees. She struggled to her feet and ran vigorously, trying to get away from the cloaked creature. She didn't hear her brother call her name until she tripped and stumbled down the stairs. Her head hit the sidewalk and she passed out.
Astrid woke in a bed, blinking until she saw two police officers standing in front of her. She gasped and sat up, grappling the bedpost.
"Roy!" she breathed. "Roy! Where's Roy, where am I - "
"You're safe now. It's okay. You're safe," the first officer said.
"But what about Roy? And that cloaked...thing!" Astrid choked.
The second officer looked serious. "After hearing screams in the park, we found you, but not your brother. All we found was this."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a gold ring, setting it into Astrid's palm. Astrid stared at it and felt her heart stop. Roy never took off that ring. Never. And now she saw the cloaked figure with his sword and ax...a person from another place...another world...
All of her superstitions were true.
"Death took him," Astrid whispered. The police stared at her, but she didn't notice. "Death took Roy away."
The work you see here has not been edited nor altered since October of 2003.
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