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Humanity’s Plight
BY X.P Fournier
Emrys’ fear was great. He was lying on the concrete of a road. Gravel pushing into his back. A car was speeding toward him. The headlights blaring bright light into his blue eyes. He did not budge.
Having seen the terror that he had seen. Death was the only escape for him. The only escape from the horror that had appeared toward him.
In a flash Emrys awoke. The young boy looked at his cloak. It read twelve fifteen. He turned on his light and pondered what he had dreamt. What did he want to die from was the main question on his mind.
All he could remember was a hand clawed decaying rotting flesh and a symbol of a branch of thorns tattooed on the hand’s middle of the palm. The only part that was not rotting.
The boy was always paranoid. He had dreams like this. He would draw all that he could remember in a journal.
All of his dreams had one thing in common: they all seemed like something was coming for him. But nothing ever came at him. In fact nobody even came near the small five year old skinny black haired boy who was never noticed.
Not even by his own grandparents. Who were apparently very affectionate. But how would he know that he had never even looked at him for as far as Emrys could remember.
Emrys was fearful and walked across the hallway to his parents room. They were the only people who noticed him or cared about him. As far as he knew.
He shook his mother awake who awoke his father. Emrys said, “I had a nightmare mommy.” His Mother responded to him, “What happened this time Emrys.” The boy recollected the dream with fear reliving it.
He explained the dream to them in a shaky voice. The two parents looked at each other with a nod. The father said, “Come get your clothing, we are going on a walk.” “But I’m tired,” Emrys protested.
They quickly got on the clothing and shoes and went down the creaking elevator of their apartment building.
They went outside and walked holding the child’s hands from both sides and went along the sidewalk.
His mother said to him, “Emrys you have nothing to fear. See we are here in a dark street, at night and nothing has happened to us.”
“But I'm still scared. I’m afraid,” the boy protested. “You mussent fear Emrys. There is nothing to fear,” said his father.
The street lights started to go out one by one. “Mommy, Daddy I’m scared,” said Emrys. “You must not fear!” screamed his father. “I’m still afraid.”
“Emrys listened for me. I know it is hard for you to understand but you must not fear. It senses fear.”
“Mommy, what senses fear ,what…” suddenly the lights went out and then back on and he saw bones lying on the ground in his parents clothes. Picked clean of flesh.
Then a humanoid being began to walk slowly toward him at the end of the street. It had horns like a demon, glowing plain white eyes and no pupils. Its flesh was rotting and it was hunched back. Then it grunted and held up the arm from his dream.
Ermys screamed…