The Twenty-Story Monster Part 1

I have to fight it. No one has told me this. I just know.

It's about twenty stories tall and ugly and smells like rotten milk. The world around me becomes still and silent. It exhales a deep and low moan. I cover my ears before my head explodes in the upsurge of noise.

It stops but my head keeps swirling. My ears are ringing like I'd just been knocked in the head.

It bellows a huge gust of wind. It's hot, cancerous breath coils around me like a tornado. I gag as I inhale large chunks of green poison up my inflamed nose and into my lungs.

I can't think anymore. It's too hot in here.

I force every part of my body to run. Nothing happens. I push and push against the fatigue in my head and the weariness in my legs. I'm losing consciousness.

I push one more time. My nerves and muscles almost split from the force. This time, I manage to push myself out of the rushing wind and take a huge gulp of clean air.

The monster is large but fast.

It reaches down and yanks me from my arm. I feel something tear and I scream with my entire body.

I faintly hear the sound of rushing wind as I'm pulled two hundred feet up in the air in the span of two seconds. I can't feel my head anymore. My thoughts turn into paste. I'm beyond confusion; there's no relief for this.

It's holding me in front of it's face. I can't keep my eyes open. The pain spewing through my body is too much.

Only now do I realize I'm violently shaking. I'm convulsing like a madman and I can't stop.

It laughs. Honest to God, it laughs at me.

I'm pathetic. I know why its laughing. I'm a pathetic maggot and I deserve to be laughed at.

I can't fight--I'm too weak. I've been struggling too long to fight anything. I'm tired. All I want is rest.

I know I'll finally get it in a few moments though. I'm grateful it'll be over soon.