Random stories I randomly write/think about

Exanimate

The flight of stairs was barren and dark, well, as dark as one can get with a small candle leading the way. That's all Desdemona had as a light source she had been climbing the staircase of the ninety-story building all day. She was tired, but ready to finally feel happiness. Desdemona reached for the handle of the door, it was almost completely rusted but she knew it would work, it always did. It was the one consistency in her stupid, messed up life. She twisted the handle and pushed the heavy metal door open. The door groaned at the hinges and bellowed as it shut with a loud slam. She could no longer care about the amount of noise she made and was blinded by the bright orange setting sun.

Allowing her eyes to fully adjust to the beaming sun she took in her surroundings. The sky was an oil painting of vibrant scarlet and canary hues. She turned her head to the right, left and then straight forward again. If she didn't think that she was last person left alive in the world, she may've actually enjoyed the view.

She started walking across the large roof, over the bright red helipad that had become faded and chipped from years being unkept. Continuing to walk to the edge she looked over the ghost like city. The saplings of trees and various plants were bursting through the cracks of the old, rundown bitumen and the windows of the buildings smashed. The rust of the unbuilt skyscraper frames juxtaposed against the bright green plants and trees that burst through any manmade structure. The city was one of the last places to be invaded by the Creatures. Everyone continued their lives until the smoke started to spread across the city like a thick blanket. Everyone fell, paralysed, then they attacked. No one could see them, they just ran. In the entire city, only Calliope and Desdemona survived.

The memories of Calliope danced through Desdemona's mind causing her to stumble backwards. She continued her movements until she was placed in the centre of the roof. Out of breath and aching, she dropped to her knees in loud, dramatic sobs. Crazily wailing out for her lost friend, for her sanity. She couldn't live without her Calliope and losing her broke Desdemona more than imaginable. That's what brought her up here on the anniversary of her best friend's death. That's what started the domino effect of her plan. There was no one else there to stop her.

She fell from her kneeling position and began thrashing around on her back. Spasming and shaking. Tears falling from her eyes involuntarily. Through her tears, she caught the glint of the gold and black shimmering smoke, a sight she treasured. She was ready for the sweet relief of death to welcome her. The smoke was floating closer whilst she continued her thrashing, gaining as much attention from the Creature as possible. The smoke finally arriving, entwining itself around her body, leaking into her lungs through her mouth and nose, into her mind through both her ears. Desdemona found the feeling exhilarating to say the least. A smile made a way onto her face as she felt her entire body rise into the air, the smoke dancing around her in an odd pattern. Then her smile dropped, along with her arms, her thrashing legs and cries halted. Her head lolled back as she was dropped to the ground with a dull thud.

Tears continued to spill from her eyes uncontrollably, her body was unresponsive to her surroundings. Completely paralysed, she felt at peace, there was nothing she could do to stop the beast, but she didn't want to stop it either.

The creature hauled itself over the edge of the building, its spider-like legs stiff and jagged. Black in colour with a slight sheen to its exterior, there were dark red cracks covering its body. Its face was like a mask, pertaining nothing but a flat, black surface. The creature's body was quite lanky. Its legs taller than its torso and if Desdemona had a measuring tape the beast would measure her height threefold.

The creature continued to prowl towards her, taking large strides. Stepping over the young girl, its arm shot out to the ground penetrating her body, then as quickly as it had stabbed her, it was gone, leaving two gaping wounds in her arms; the arms that were ridden in scars, both intentional and from survival. Then again and again and again, the Creature continued its attack until her entire body was like a hole punched piece of paper. Desdemona's body soon started rejecting the paralysis and had just enough control to sputter and gurgle all of the blood that had begun pooling in her stomach and lungs. With every uneven breath she took, blood would sneak back up her throat, making the tedious assault much more unbearable. The realization that that the last thing she would ever smell, see and taste would be her own sweet, metallic blood enthralled her.

It continued to rip at her arms, dislocating each joint of the limb with sickening cracks and pops, then in a quick flick her arms where ripped from her body. Strings of skin and blood slapping against the concrete below her. The Creature then repeated this process with her legs. The cracks and pops were music to its ears.

The Creature then propped itself on its hind legs with its other four arms risen and stretched out, creating a horrific shadow in the reddish hues of the sunset. Its arms then slammed down, smashing through her frail, broken body, puncturing both lungs, her heart and throat. Then in another quick movement, the beast and smoke had disappeared without a trace. As if they were never there. Blood started spurting out of Desdemona's wounds, the mix of the vibrant sunset, helipad and blood creating an oil spill of crimsons and scarlets swirling around with one another. 

So this was my grade 11 English assessment and I literally love it too much. So yeah, have a good day <3 

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