Falling
Falling
I wrote this while cycling home using voice recorder and it turned out to be quite good! I write horror novels but I have found out that short stories are my thing! I wanted to share this with you. I hope you like it :)
The feel of free fall was one of the most horrible things Anastasia had ever experienced. The wind against her fur, knowing that nothing lay behind her, but empty space and objects that may make the fall a hundred times worse.
The screams of Anastasia mate, Marie, shattered the white noise of rushing wind in Anastasia ears.
Tearing her eyes away from the jagged cliff, above, from which they’re just fallen, she saw Marie twisting in the air, and her eyes widening as she saw what was below them.
Trees. What used to be Anastasia favourite thing was now her death sentence. The towering guardians of the forest lined the cliffs, making it impossible to fall anywhere but their grasping, inescapable embrace.
The two wolves braced themselves for the inevitable impact they were about to experience. They both took two very different approaches to protect themselves, but Anastasia knew that hers was much more safe.
Anastasia went limp, like a rag doll being helplessly hurled into the garbage. However, on the other hand, Marie made the grave error of curling up into a ball, paws over her head.
Anastasia tried desperately to yell to her, to change her position but to no effect, Marie was too wrapped up in her own fear to hear anything over her mind's own anguish.
Anastasia's eyes filled with tears, she loved Marie dearly, but felt horribly helpless, and it enraged her.
Before she could think anything else, the jagged thorns and twigs enveloped her.
Just as she had predicted, her position had worked. Although she was getting pummel and slashed, she was not fatally wounded. Despite her rigid position Marie was plummeting toward a thick trunk that was sticking jaggedly and mercilessly out of a sturdy oak.
Anastasia tried to scream a warning through her own pain and the crushing weight of hundreds of branches reaching for her.
Too late.
With a sickening, gut wrenching SNAP that echoed, horribly magnified through the forest, Marie’s spine broke savagely in two, as easily as snapping a bread stick. Marie fell unconscious without so much as even a yell. She was now limper than Anastasia had ever wanted her to be. As though the tree had helped Anastasia achieve desperate cries.
The tears of sorrow and pain that came forth engulfed her in such unimaginable anguish she forgot what was happening as she tried to force her way to her beloved mate.
Then, barely able to see through her tears, she felt a sudden softness as a huge leaf bounced under her weight but broke, hurling her to the ground.
Gripping her claws into the soil, whinded and scarred both physically and emotionally, she lay there trying desperately to stay conscious. Every breath hurt and her body was screaming in agony but she could do nothing about it.
After what felt like years, she was able to sit up and the first thing she saw was a body. Sprawled spread eagle on the ground, her back bent in an awkward, unnatural position. Anastasia called her name, her tears now drenching her fluffy black face fur. No response. Anastasia dragged her battered body over to Marie, her vision clearing. Hurling herself on her loved one she sobbed screaming her name, yelling at her to wake up, even though she knew she would never rise.
The sharp, metallic smell of blood filled the air making Anastasia feel nauseous and dizzy. She looked into Marie’s face and then turned her over and what she saw made her wail to the very gods. A jagged stone was lodged in her skull and a never ending stream of blood flowed from the wound. The pointed stone stuck out the other side of her head. It was the worst way to die.
Howling in loss and pain Anastasia rose and reached her blood stained paw up to her throat. What is the point of living without her? Marie was her everything. She dug her claws in deep and tore open her own throat as she collapsed to the blood stained floor. Her comfort in death was that Marie was not alone, and she knew that if Marie died she would kill herself. If there was a parallel universe then they could be together for as long as time took them.
As the two wolves lay there, their fur stained red in their own blood, anyone who would have looked down on them would think they killed each other. But only you know that they died due to love.
