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Why Is It?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Handcuffed in Horror
Why is it always?

Submitted: September 07, 2019

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Why Is It?

 

‘Is It Tonight?’

‘Yes.’

‘Why?’

She didn’t answer. Instead, she cut off the call. I stuffed my phone into my back pocket and entered the forest. Treading the path that I’d trod so many times before.

The looped path. The path of mists and dew. The path that led me nowhere, and everywhere. There was a Full Moon. The air was chill, moist and clingy. I shivered and shuddered and juddered my body blue in my pink sweatshirt, skinny jeans and soft running shoes. Shuddered and juddered with fear.

The path was kissed by fallen leaves, rustling crisps of flame red beneath my freezing feet. Then I saw the flames, flickering, through the trees. I slipped out my phone. And I asked the question,

‘Why is it?’

‘Because.’

That was all she said. Because. We knew why. We speak in coded languages. That you might never know. I switched off my phone and hurled it as far as I could into the dense undergrowth.

Saw the Black Cat.

Her eyes shine at me like two glass skulls in the moonlight. I followed her to the knot of beech trees. The fire burnt beyond the trees, its flaming spittle, its spewing smoke, ascending high into the starry-clear night sky.

The robe was hanging off a burr as it always did.

‘Why is it always?’ I asked.

But she just smiled and turned away.

I undressed, feeling the brush of damp twigs abrade my feet. The air was chill, moist, clingy. I shivered and shuddered and juddered my body blue with fear. I shrouded myself in the robe of black.

The path to the coven was kissed by fallen leaves, rustling crisps of flame red. I saw the flames flaring through the trees.

I entered the ring. Stood before the roaring fire. There were six, the Sacred. Shadows with flowy hair, black robes, silver grotesque masks.

‘Choose your Masques!’ they intoned, as if my life depended, ‘The Fate is Calling!’

The fire burnt my face. I felt its scald heat my body, stared at the flitting butterflies of scarlet floating dreamily over the fire. Rising on the daemon heat. My body rose. I levitated! My body heated to the core. My torso roasted over the radiate flames. I rose on daemon heat.

They drew me down. I felt her fingers clutch at my shoulders. Felt her disrobe me. So that I stood naked before the roaring flames. She forced me to squat upon my haunches, hands behind my knees. She pushed my head between my thighs and made me kiss myself.

The air was hot with fire. I shuddered and juddered, my body red with fire.

I heard their voices, clamouring for me.

'Worship the Fate! Worship the Fate! Worship the Fate! Worship the Fate! Worship the Fate!’

I felt the tip of the knife part my hair and press into the skin at the back of my neck.

Cold steel.

‘Have you any final words that you would like to say, Child?’ the High Priestess cried.

I stared at the Earth.

Smelled her Musk.

Felt her Need.

Heard her Cry.

Worshiped my Fate.

‘Yes,’ I whispered.

‘Why is it always me who ends up getting sacrificed?’


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