He was seven and well above his mother's claws, he used to think. Left the house whenever he liked and returned however he wanted.
When news from the headquarters of a farm his mother works at got leaked, she knew her family was in danger. Few months ago, the terrorist attacks downtown had caused public unrest, a lot of lives had been wasted so immediately day broke, she prepared the kids and within some minutes, they were ready but her oldest son was out. They waited long hours for his return but he didn't.
She took the rest of her kids to The Safe Place in the next town then hurried back home before sunset for him. He was home a minute before midnight looking rough and smelling dirty.
“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?”, she yelled and he cackled, walking to his room, “You know you're wasting your time asking”
“Whatever. We are leaving this place. The Landlords of these shelters in the neighborhood are terrorists. I never knew until yesterday”, she sighed, “Upon the rent we paid everyday, this is what we get? AH!”
“I'm not leaving. This is my home”, he insisted and a loud bang erupted all of a sudden, the rooftop vibrated, the walls shook and loud voices, cries and clamors followed. Everyone who was not informed were all going to die. The massacre had begun. Buildings were excavated, stalls were razed, the smell of burning flesh filled the atmosphere in no time.
From a tiny window, she sighted them from afar, they were making progress. The terrorists had powerful torches in one hand and sharp machetes in the other. One of them had Mrs. Cuckold, the fat woman who had put to bed yesterday under a foot while another videoed the scene, laughing wickedly.
“C'mon, son!”, she whispered then jumped off the window. They managed to slip past the tightly secured gate, running for their dear lives.
When they arrived at The Safe Place, the people were gone. Her heart began an unusual rhythm, the kids were gone. In a panic, she dashed into the warehouse basement and was struck in wonderment at the gory scene before her.
These people had a large slaughter base hidden here, a thousand bodies hung on thein the roof. The stench of rotten flesh waswere nauseating, the clashing sounds of machetes against bones, flesh and sharpening stones were deafening. There wasn't an idle person, even. They were either eating from a roasted body, boiling, beheading or pulling out internal organs.
Her eyes strayed to a wide bloodstained table surrounded with 10 men and women, they were holding down half alive children, stopping them from moving while a knife worked its way over their necks. THEY WERE HER KIDS!! She cried out in a high pitched voice and they noticed her presence. They charged after her at once and she ran. She ran across the hall for the exit as fast as she could but a hand grabbed her feet in a second, her face hitting the ground.
She twisted her body then sank her teeth hard into the man's arm in defense but he didn't let go. The bite had no effect. He threw her over his table laughing, he could see the fear and weakness in her eyes but he'd take them away. “I will take your innocence and give you a scent”, he drawled, hunger and lust dancing in his eyes.
The table was surrounded with everyone now, “She got a lot of meat in her”, a woman whispered in awe and others agreed with a nod. Two hands now pressing down her large struggling wings, he seized her by the throat then struck his blade against her swollen chest and she clucked out in deep agony. Loud enough to warn her son.
He understood the human lands more than she did. It would be easy for him to survive. The last emotion she felt before her heart stopped was hope. Hope for her last surviving child.
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