A Datton Sotry

SKELETONS

     Datton was exhausted by the time he got back to his room. After a day of sword, arrow and martial arts  practice a man would be tired much less a cute boy of thirteen. Every muscle  and some of his joints hurt. More than once he’d tortured, stretched and almost roasted and none of it hurt as much as this.

     Datton closed the door and locked both locks. He leaned his sword called justice, against the small table. A plate of half eaten lunch sat on the surface. He missed it and now was go back all the way to the kitchens so it could be cleaned.

    Datton decided to leave it. It wasn’t his duty to clean them so what did it matter if it got hard. He slipped off his t-shirt and tossed it over the chair near the table. A few steps and he stood next to his bed. He dropped unto it and rolled over unto his back.

     His eyes had barley closed before he was asleep.

    Sometime later he awoke suddenly, feeling danger. He leaned on his bed and let his eyes ajust to the gloom. He’d heard something, like dry leaves rustling, but he could see nothing in his room.

    Standiing he crossed to the sword and pulled it out. He put an ear to the door and listened.

    “Are you sure this is the room?“ Said a voice. The sound of it sent a shiver down Datton’s back.

    “Yes, She’;s want him for supper.” Another voice replied even worse than the first.

    Well he wasn’t going to be taken that easily. He unlocked the door quietly and flung it open. A skeleton stood there, his hand around the doorknob, about to turn it. Three more stood behind the first.

    These shouldn’t be too much trouble, Datton thought.

    His sword slashed off the head of the first skeleton. It dropped to the floor and rolled around before hitting to leg of the chair with a hollow clunk.

   “Damn you!”Screamed a skeleton.  In one hand was a shield and the other a sword.

    It swung at Datton but he blocked it and pushed it back. The shield rang as his sword smashed into it. The sksleton jabbed for Datton’s belly but again Datton mpoved aside letting the blade go past his stomach. He chopped down and cutt of the sksletons hand at the wrist.

    Grabbing it he swung it into the other three skeletons. It knocked down two of them but one stood. It had a hugh axe more than big enough to slice Datton in two or split his skull. Luckly skeletons have no muscle left and we very weak.

   The axe whistled through the air and barely missed Datton’s arm. Itswung back up the edge gashing Datton’s leg.

    He could see the other two skeletons riseing and knew he had to finish this one first.

    It swung the axe in a blow ment to take off Datton’s head. Datton dropped into a crouch and swung his sword upwards catching the skeleton in the bony hip. He stood takeing the skelton off his feet and with a shove of his arms threw it into a wall. It hit with a crunch of breaking bones and dropped into a pile.

   Three were left and Datton could feel weariness stealing upon him. His leg burned from where the axe had slashed it. He could feel the blood flowing freely from it. He had to stop the flow of blood soon or he might die.

   As tired as he was he decided to try something else. He leapt with a scream at the three skeletons. He slammed his knee into the head of one smashed it into a wall where it broke apart. As he landed he swept the lags of another skeleton.

    He felt more than saw the asword comig down and cauught the sword on his. He pushed the blade up and with a slash cut the skeleton in half. It dropped with a clatter to the ground.

   The last skeleton saw the remains of the others, screamed and ran off down the wallway past a sleepy eyes boy.

   Datton knelt, put the tip of his sword agaisnt the ground and used it to prop himself up.

    “Are you alright?” Said a voice from behind him.

   Datton looked around to see his mentor standing behind him. He helped Datton to his feet.

   “We have to get you to the healer.”

   Datton handed his sword to the sleppy eyed boy and walked off with his mentor.

Within a half hour Datton was healed and once again sleeping in his bed.

    

first story

CHEWED UP

        “I’m taking Robin out for the last time before going to bed,” Thomas said from the doorway of his mother’s bedroom. At his right leg a little Jack Russell Terrier bounced and yipped.
       When his mother looked up she saw he was ready for bed. He was in the grey shorts and black t-shirt he always wore for bed.
       “What are your plans for tomorrow?” She asked.
       His green eyes gleamed as he thought of his fun day.
       “We’re going to make a YouTube video. A dumb kid goes into a haunted house looking for a ghost but instead finds a cannibal kid who tied him up and cuts open his belly to get his insides out.”
      “Sometimes I worry about you,” His mother sighed. It wasn’t easy raising a kid when the dad was overseas.
       “It’s just a movie, mom.”  
       “Still worries me, you know what they say about Zach,”
       “I’m not that bad. “ Thomas laughed. He told his mother goodnight and walked towards the back door robin leaping at his feet.
      He let her out and closed the back door behind him.
      Robin barked at the woods just behind their house. She ran off into the dark.
      “Get back here you crazy mutt, I don’t need to chase after you.” Thomas yelled as he ran into the woods behind Robin.
      The darkness swallowed him up and he could barely see anything. He slowed to a walk calling for Robin. He couldn’t hear her barking or moving around. She wore a collar with a bell but he couldn’t even hear that.
      He felt something grabbed his ankle and with a powerful jerk he fell to his back. He had barely landed before he felt himself being pulled along the ground by a thick vine.
n out for the last time before going to bed,” Thomas said from the doorway of his mother’s bedroom. At his right leg a little Jack Russell Terrier bounced and yipped.
       When his mother looked up she saw he was ready for bed. He was in the grey shorts and black t-shirt he always wore for bed.
       “What are your plans for tomorrow?” She asked.
       His green eyes gleamed as he thought of his fun day.
       “We’re going to make a YouTube video. A dumb kid goes into a haunted house looking for a ghost but instead finds a cannibal kid who tied him up and cuts open his belly to get his insides out.”
      “Sometimes I worry about you,” His mother sighed. It wasn’t easy raising a kid when the dad was overseas.
       “It’s just a movie, mom.”  
       “Still worries me, you know what they say about Zach,”
       “I’m not that bad. “ Thomas laughed. He told his mother goodnight and walked towards the back door robin leaping at his feet.
      He let her out and closed the back door behind him.
      Robin barked at the woods just behind their house. She ran off into the dark.
      “Get back here you crazy mutt, I don’t need to chase after you.” Thomas yelled as he ran into the woods behind Robin.
      The darkness swallowed him up and he could barely see anything. He slowed to a walk calling for Robin. He couldn’t hear her barking or moving around. She wore a collar with a bell but he couldn’t even hear that.
He felt something grabbed his ankle and with a powerful jerk he fell to his back. He had barely landed  before he felt himself being pulled along the ground by a thick vine.
It was too dark to see what it was he was headed for but whatever it was he didn’t want to be near it.
     His heart thudded against his ribs. Rocks and brambles on the ground tore at his skin.  His shirt was pulled up exposing some of his pale skinned belly. He felt a cold breeze blow over him.
     His feet bumped against something and he felt them being lifted. He heard a sound like wood creaking and something tore into his flesh just above his ankles. Pain searing through him and bones broke. Thomas screamed.
     He was pulled a little deeper then felt the same sharp things tear into his thigh and into his bones. Pain rolled over him in waves. He screamed for help wondering if anyone even heard him. A little more pulling and he felt he was half way into something.
  Once more the sharp things tore into his flesh one of them piercing his bellybutton. They sank deep into his warm insides. The pain now was unbearable and Thomas hoped it would be over soon.
   One more tug. He saw in the darkness what looked like a fang filled mouths a second before they sank into his tender neck. He neck bone snapped and his head rolled to one side.
After two hours his mother became worried and went out to look for him. She was calling his name and sweeping a flashlight over the ground when she tripped on his head.
Her screams echoed through the Shadow Woods.            
It was too dark to see what it was he was headed for but whatever it was he didn’t want to be near it.
     His heart thudded against his ribs. Rocks and brambles on the ground tore at his skin.  His shirt was pulled up exposing some of his pale skinned belly. He felt a cold breeze blow over him.
     His feet bumped against something and he felt them being lifted. He heard a sound like wood creaking and something tore into his flesh just above his ankles. Pain searing through him and bones broke. Thomas screamed.
     He was pulled a little deeper then felt the same sharp things tear into his thigh and into his bones. Pain rolled over him in waves. He screamed for help wondering if anyone even heard him. A little more pulling and he felt he was half way into something.
  Once more the sharp things tore into his flesh one of them piercing his bellybutton. They sank deep into his warm insides. The pain now was unbearable and Thomas hoped it would be over soon.
   One more tug. He saw in the darkness what looked like a fang filled mouths a second before they sank into his tender neck. He neck bone snapped and his head rolled to one side.
After two hours his mother became worried and went out to look for him. She was calling his name and sweeping a flashlight over the ground when she tripped on his head.
Her screams echoed through the Shadow Woods.      
       

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