Trolls!

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  No Houses


Written for India Emerald's latest Flash Fiction Challenge. This was a picture prompt....see cover pic!

Submitted: February 03, 2018

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Trolls!

The first thing I’m aware of is pain. Most of my hair must have been ripped from my head; at least that’s what it feels like. My back is bruised, torn; my now ragged shirt sticking in places where the blood has dried to hold it against my skin.

If only I could clear my head and remember.

Crying. Sobbing from somewhere nearby. It’s Carol, my little sister. What is she doing here? And where is ‘here’? I need to open my eyes, try and get a hold of those memories.

Meg? You're alive. I....I thought they’d killed you?” Carol is kneeling beside me when I look around.

Who, Caz? I can’t remember....must have hit my head or something?”

They did it to you, Megs. They hit you....with this big club thing and dragged you here. They carried me. I should have struggled, got away, but I couldn’t just leave you. And then there was their creature....they’d have set it on me if I’d run.”

Back up a bit, Caz. Who did this?" I've got a vague picture in my head now. Some kind of man but not....something different.

The trolls, Meg! They caught us and brought us here. They’ve gone now but they won’t be long.”

Trolls! It all comes back now. Those warped figures, squat and wide and very strong. Their beast I remember, too. Like a cross between a lion and a wolf with teeth that protrude outside it’s mouth. Half of it’s face was barely there at all. And the drool, not just from the creature but from all three mouths. I know exactly what they are planning to do with us.

Where are we? I force my neck to turn around. I need to get some picture of our surroundings, can’t just accept this lying down. If it was me, just me alone, maybe; but not Carol. She deserves a chance to live.

It’s some kind of cave, or a large hole dug under ground. There is some sort of doorway one side of the room, and a tunnel of some sort on the other. To call where we are a room is a stretch of the imagination. It’s more like a warren, and the whole place is permeated with the scent of rot, the metallic smell of blood.

Where did they go, Caz? Can you remember?”

She looked straight towards the door so we’ve no choice really. We are going to have to take the tunnel. I drag myself up, let my head spin for a minute before I move towards it. “Come on, Caz, we’re going to get out of here.”

But this leads to nowhere! That’s what they said. If I ran, I’d end up nowhere!”

They were scaring you, Caz. Trying to make you stay. And I’m going to be with you.” The doorway shadows, they are coming back. “We have to go, now! Run, Caz. And no matter what you hear, keep going!”

She runs off into the tunnel, and I move to follow her. I can’t resist the urge to turn back and look. Hideous, that’s the only word to describe what I see. One troll eagerly carrying two black and jagged blades while the other is removing his belt. I’ve seen enough to clear my head and run after my sister.

The tunnel is seriously strange. It is made of rippled stone and sand, the furrows and dips making it hard to gain any speed, make progress. I can just make out Caz in front of me, her arms pumping as she tries to find a way of quickening her pace in this challenging terrain.

The roar that echoes from the room, the chamber, makes the tunnel quiver and shake. It’s almost as though we are running through something that is alive itself. Don’t think like that, I scold myself, for it is at that moment that I notice the color. Blood-soaked! The ground, the walls, the ceiling, all drenched in old spilt blood.

The chain, the thundering of footsteps. They’ve set loose the beast to chase us down. But there’s some kind of glow ahead, a whiteness that makes the red more stark. A dead end? But it’s not blocked.

Caz has stopped running, is standing there unsure what to do. The beast is almost snapping at my heals; we have no choice but to jump. Reaching my sister, I wrap an arm around her shoulder and we both plummet down into that white unknown.

 

 

(750 words).


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