Have Mercy!

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

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Have Mercy!

There were five of us, bound and tied together. Under a relentless sun we were dragged from in front, pushed from behind. Sweat dripped from my brow as I tried to keep up. My leg muscles screamed in agony, but if I missed so much as a single step I’d be down on the ground, dragged through the shingle.

At least that meant our journey had to be coming to an end. They could not drag us through the sea after all. That thought was all that kept me putting one foot in front of the other.

Prisoners; that’s what we were. Our crime, stealing food from those that had plenty while we and our people were starving. We had been tossed in a dark cell and left there without so much as a drop of water, until the guards arrived and tied us securely in thick rope.

“Wha...what’s happening?” Bree managed to croak out a question, but for all her effort received no answer.

In fact, throughout our entire journey not one word had passed between those that guarded us, herded us forward. We had no idea of our imminent fate until we saw the boat. Were they going to let us go? The boat was barely big enough to hold the five of us and there was a lot of sea to cross before we’d reach more land.

Bree, at the head of the line, was pushed forward. There were two more before it was my turn to board the boat. Already it was lying low in the water. I floundered, for I had a fear of water, of drowning.

I turned my head towards the nearest guard. “Please... Just kill me here.”

His eyes gleamed as he shook his head, thrust the pole he was carrying in the middle of my back and pushed. If the others had not pulled the rope taut I would have drowned before the boat took sail. I’d have rather it been that way, for now I was going to be condemned to watch every splash of waves wondering if this was going to be the one that would pull us all beneath the sea’s surface.

With just one left to climb on board, the sky suddenly grew dark. Huge black clouds began to roll in from the sea, and everything shook from the distant rumble. There was something approaching us from the sky. It looked like a bird, but it was far, far too big.

The ground shook as the figure landed perfectly. A man... a man with wings... Could it be an angel?

The figure looked nothing like any angel I had ever imagined. His hair was tied back from a face that seemed war-weary. There was no sign of any peacefulness as he looked around and took in the scene.

Do all angel’s carry weapons? This one looked like a barbarian, with a club in one hand, a sword in the other. I swear I heard a growl come from between his lips, one that made our guards step backwards.

“Have you come to rescue us?” Bree asked from the boat.

The figure turned towards her, eyes empty of any compassion. This angel, if that is what he was, seemed to regard us with as much animosity as he did the guards. There was going to be no rescue attempt from him.

A couple of the guards made a break for it and turned, ran. He lifted the club, waved it in their direction, and they were lifted from the ground, tossed down with impact onto the rocks. Neither of them moved and he did not spare them another glance.

He stood between us, guards on his left and prisoners on his right. Lowering his head he lifted the sword in the air. I stared, mouth agape, as lightning seemed to flash around the blade. It was terrifying, but mesmerising too. At least until he plunged the sword into the shore’s surface.

Another rumble, different to the first one. Not thunder... something else. Bree’s face went white, and when I saw what she had seen, mine did too. A huge wave was rolling towards us. Everything told me to run, but there would be no point. Even the guards who still stood on the beach were going to have no chance of escaping this towering wall of water.

The winged figure took to the air, and with a couple of powerful beats of those wings rose high enough to watch as the wave broke over us and sucked us all out beneath the sea.

 

 

 


Submitted: May 10, 2021

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Mike S.

A fine 'gigantos' tale, Hull

Mon, May 10th, 2021 6:56pm

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Thanks for reading, Mike.

Tue, July 20th, 2021 3:17am

Celtic-Scribe63

A stark Celestial tale full of thunder and lightning and visceral angst.
I loved the descriptions of the angel/alien/ET/demon... I'm running out of names...lol

Anyway! another great short from you. Thank's

Regards CS63

Tue, May 11th, 2021 8:10am

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Thanks so much, C-S. And sorry that it's taken me so long to reply.
Hull's back, with newly sharpened claws!

Tue, July 20th, 2021 3:13am

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