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and then,there was silence. one man stood up amongst the thousands slayed, bearing a purloined sword from the one of the fallen.
the sword was still dripping droplets of blood. he looked back and stared at me. i looked right into those pitiless black eyes.

i felt like he was draining me of all hope. i felt cold, deathly cold. my vision slid in and out of focus. i couldn't pull myself out of his spell. i looked on with affright, uncertain of the end. i thought, am i going to stay like this forever? is anyone going to save me? am i -

suddenly, there was a flash of lightning,blinding me totally, followed by a crash of thunder. and then, there was silence.

by the time i could see through the white veil covering my eyes, i looked around and saw that the man had vanished, in his place were flocks of ravens and crows, descending upon the carnage, feeding on the flesh of the fallen. i cringed at the sight of a few tearing out a dead man's eyeball. i pushed myself up and limped away towards the carnage, pressing a strip of cloth on my right arm, staunching the flow of blood from the wound.

as i neared the birds' free-for-all buffet, they stood their ground, as if afraid that i'd partake in their feeding frenzy as well. i snorted, taking little amusement from this reflected.

the disappearance of the man was more pressing. i couldn't get him out of my mind, especially those eyes. those merciless black eyes stared right through you, as if burning at your soul. i thought, what was he after? why did he do this? who's going to be his next victim? more importantly, why did he spare me?

i continued on along the road, unaware of the pair of yellow eyes, watching me from the trees. as i walked further into the distance, a small figure dropped from the tree, landing on the balls of its feet,making no sound at all, and retreated into the bushes, where only most observant eagle could make out the gentle rustling of the leaves that were the only evidence of his movement.

and then, there was no sound. he looked up and saw the drama unfolding before his very eyes. he stood in the middle of the street, watching the two men unsheathe their blades, and circle each other, eyeing the other like predators raring for the kill. the atmosphere seemed charged with tension. there was no sound,no movement,save the eerie howls of the wind blowing through the holes in the dilapidated shophouses lining the entire stretch of the street. the boy was standing motionless,transfixed, like the rest of the people, at the scene before them. it was as if time had stopped.

then, everything happened at once. they pounced. as if the clashing of the blades tore a great rent in the barrier of silence, sounds returned to the world. audible mumbling started up amongst the crowd of bystanders as they gaped and gawked at the two fighters. the two men parried and slashed at each other, the sounds of sword against sword rising up above the street. vultures and ravens flew over the street, circling the area, as if waiting for the carnage that was to happen momentarily.

the ground began to shake, the boy thought the ground was disappearing under him. he turned around and saw a platoon of soldiers on horses, galloping at high speed towards the two men. he turned back and tried to scream a warning, but no sound came out. the boy jumped out of the way as the calvary raced past him. he landed on his knees,scraping them slightly, but he did not notice. what he did notice was the intense red glowing light coming from the soldiers' eyes and that their skin had an unhealthy pale pallor. he had a growing sense of dread as the soldiers did not slow down as they neared the crowd.

a massacre is going to unfold there, the boy thought. he sat there, and watched as the calvary plowed through the crowd. screams and shrieks of pain from the dead and dying pierced the air. the boy watched then, as the two men, exhausted by their fight were mercilessly slaughtered by the undead calvary. death had descended on the town. the calvary finished the last few survivors and rode off. the boy was alone,completely and utterly alone. he watched as the ravens tore at the corpses littering the street.

"serves them right!serves all of them right. that'd teach them to laugh at me. now they're all dead and i'm the only one alive! haha!" the boy raised his hands to the sky, revealing an open wound at his wrist, bleeding profusely. he laughed maniacally and collapsed on the ground,his face contorted cruelly, in an eternal maniacal laughter.