This wasn’t a fight. This was a thrashing. This was like when you see a baby with a toy and its smacking it around on the high chair, just banging away at it. Or like when your dog gets a hold of its new chew toy, running around with it in its mouth, shaking it viciously, tossing it in the air until it falls lifeless to the ground, only to pick it up and shake it all over again.
I’ll admit it, I cried, I cried like a screaming kid at Walmart. I’m big enough to say this, and the fact that I’m telling you this story in the past tense you know I survived the ordeal, and thats GOT to say something about me. But yeah I screamed, and cried and begged for the beast to stop. Its not that it didn’t understand, its not that it couldn’t hear me over the screams of the crowd and tears of my wife and kids, it just didn’t care. It had one purpose, kill me, and since I wasn’t dead, since I was still moving, it kept pounding.
Pounding
Pounding
Until one final punch, sent me reeling into a pile of cut down trees and I was buried under hundreds of pounds of wood, pine sap and pain.
The beast roared and stood over me.
I could hear my wife calling my name, I could hear my kids screaming and the Grigori stood and did what they always do, they watched.
And then as if the cloud was covered with clouds before, but it was not, light shined down in a way that blinded us all.
The Grigori dropped to their knees but I couldn’t see what was going on.
Hey, these are some amazing drawings. I really love the story line, too. I was wondering if I might be able to use one of these pictures in the design of a logo for a company. The deadline to submit the suggestion for the logo is 5/10/2009, 4 days from today. E-mail me with either approval or denial. Thanks for the awsome stories. Bye.