End of Chapter 14
Father,
I hope that when you read this that the other group of men have come back safely to their families. I wish I could say that about the group I was with, but I believe that they all have perished by now. I'm sorry father, it was a trap we tried to fight back but it was useless. I wish I could tell you everything, but my time is coming to an end. Please know that I take all the blame for the others being hurt, I should have taken the warning to heart. I should have listened to his warning and maybe everyone else would be coming home. I can only hope that someday God can forgive me, and so can you. I'm sorry I couldn't say this to you, but I am afraid that having you see me now would be too much for both of us to bear. I pray you can find forgiveness even I may never be able to do the same.
I signed my name at the end and left it under the candle that stood on the table. I walked out the front door as another wave of pain washed through my body, this one the worst so far. My legs gave out beneath me, both of them burning to the point that I had to drag myself. I managed to drag myself to the cellar that was next to the house, pulling the cover back with the last of my strength. I somehow managed to pull myself into the cellar, my body screaming at me as I leaned up and pulled the door closed above me, leaving me hidden in the cellar covered by potato's..wishing I could die.
Chapter 15
I'm not sure why I choose the cellar, but for some reason I knew no one would look in the potato cellar. I pulled myself around in the cellar, doing my best to make myself as comfortable as possible. I ended up half buried under potato's, barely able to see the door when the pain became too much to bare.
I had been having times where my legs or arms would burn, but this was unlike anything I had ever felt before. It was like someone or something was cutting into my arms and legs, or like my arms or legs were being burnt with branding irons. The pain seared through my arms and legs, starting with my fingers and toes, slowly making its way up my body. I grabbed a potato from the pile I was laying in, stuffing it into my mouth to stop me from screaming. I screamed and screamed, the potato muffling the sound. I screamed until I went unconscious, and even in unconsciousness I knew that I was still screaming, still burning.
When I came to the pain had leveled off a bit, the burning still throbbing in my arms and legs, but instead of feeling like I was being burnt they now felt like I had been beaten, each and every muscle screaming at me individually. I tried to flex or move my limbs, but it was like they were no longer attached...or numb. I focused on my fingers, doing my best to make myself move them one by one but no matter how hard I tried they wouldn't move. I lay on my back panting for a few minutes in frustration, I wasn't positive as to what was going on but as I lay there I realized what the monster had meant when he said that I was going to 'be like him.' He had damned me, done something during our fight and because of that I was transforming..or dying.
I reminisced as I lay there, remembering my friends who had gone into battle with me. I was thinking about all of their faces and the way that they had all been brave in the face of danger which made me question if I could be as brave as them in my time of danger.
I focused on my fingers, willing each of them to move thinking of the muscles that lay below my flesh, thinking of the movements that had seemed simple in the past days was now impossible. I did the same thing with my feet and toes, wishing that they would move..but just like my hands they were numb and useless. I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself as the panic set in..knowing that I couldn't move, even if I was found down here I could do nothing.
I tried in vain to keep myself calm, fear and panic creeping up my body until I gasped for air. At the same time my body transitioned in a new way, one that I had never expected, the burning and tingling I had felt was nothing compared to the new sensation. It started at the base of my legs, a scorching sensation like the nerves at my now dead legs were all firing at once which quickly moved up my trunk to my shoulders, the pain like nothing I had imagined possible.
It started at the outside of my body, slowly moving inward, pulsing with each beat of my heart, intensifying until it reached the area around my heart. The last thing I remember of that day was the feeling, the feeling of the fire reaching my heart. The way that my heart reacted when it was assaulted from each direction with what felt like hell fire.
Father,
I hope that when you read this that the other group of men have come back safely to their families. I wish I could say that about the group I was with, but I believe that they all have perished by now. I'm sorry father, it was a trap we tried to fight back but it was useless. I wish I could tell you everything, but my time is coming to an end. Please know that I take all the blame for the others being hurt, I should have taken the warning to heart. I should have listened to his warning and maybe everyone else would be coming home. I can only hope that someday God can forgive me, and so can you. I'm sorry I couldn't say this to you, but I am afraid that having you see me now would be too much for both of us to bear. I pray you can find forgiveness even I may never be able to do the same.
I signed my name at the end and left it under the candle that stood on the table. I walked out the front door as another wave of pain washed through my body, this one the worst so far. My legs gave out beneath me, both of them burning to the point that I had to drag myself. I managed to drag myself to the cellar that was next to the house, pulling the cover back with the last of my strength. I somehow managed to pull myself into the cellar, my body screaming at me as I leaned up and pulled the door closed above me, leaving me hidden in the cellar covered by potato's..wishing I could die.
Chapter 15
I'm not sure why I choose the cellar, but for some reason I knew no one would look in the potato cellar. I pulled myself around in the cellar, doing my best to make myself as comfortable as possible. I ended up half buried under potato's, barely able to see the door when the pain became too much to bare.
I had been having times where my legs or arms would burn, but this was unlike anything I had ever felt before. It was like someone or something was cutting into my arms and legs, or like my arms or legs were being burnt with branding irons. The pain seared through my arms and legs, starting with my fingers and toes, slowly making its way up my body. I grabbed a potato from the pile I was laying in, stuffing it into my mouth to stop me from screaming. I screamed and screamed, the potato muffling the sound. I screamed until I went unconscious, and even in unconsciousness I knew that I was still screaming, still burning.
When I came to the pain had leveled off a bit, the burning still throbbing in my arms and legs, but instead of feeling like I was being burnt they now felt like I had been beaten, each and every muscle screaming at me individually. I tried to flex or move my limbs, but it was like they were no longer attached...or numb. I focused on my fingers, doing my best to make myself move them one by one but no matter how hard I tried they wouldn't move. I lay on my back panting for a few minutes in frustration, I wasn't positive as to what was going on but as I lay there I realized what the monster had meant when he said that I was going to 'be like him.' He had damned me, done something during our fight and because of that I was transforming..or dying.
I reminisced as I lay there, remembering my friends who had gone into battle with me. I was thinking about all of their faces and the way that they had all been brave in the face of danger which made me question if I could be as brave as them in my time of danger.
I focused on my fingers, willing each of them to move thinking of the muscles that lay below my flesh, thinking of the movements that had seemed simple in the past days was now impossible. I did the same thing with my feet and toes, wishing that they would move..but just like my hands they were numb and useless. I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself as the panic set in..knowing that I couldn't move, even if I was found down here I could do nothing.
I tried in vain to keep myself calm, fear and panic creeping up my body until I gasped for air. At the same time my body transitioned in a new way, one that I had never expected, the burning and tingling I had felt was nothing compared to the new sensation. It started at the base of my legs, a scorching sensation like the nerves at my now dead legs were all firing at once which quickly moved up my trunk to my shoulders, the pain like nothing I had imagined possible.
It started at the outside of my body, slowly moving inward, pulsing with each beat of my heart, intensifying until it reached the area around my heart. The last thing I remember of that day was the feeling, the feeling of the fire reaching my heart. The way that my heart reacted when it was assaulted from each direction with what felt like hell fire.