Sorry for late update. Family and moving homes has gotten in the way of me just sitting down to write. Enjoy the chapter, I'll try to post another one in the next few days.

I know my writing style is a bit inconstant but this project is mainly to find my flow and practice.

If you want to read another one of my stories (one shot) while waiting for the next update visit:

http://www.royalroadl.com/fiction/2400

The story's called "Moon's Ring"

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The storm never let up, snow pelting down on me, sapping the heat and energy from my body. I struggled to wade through the inches of snow that obstruct my path. My strength leaving my body with every step.

Still I struggle on. Hope, blinding me like the flurry of snowflakes that obstruct my vision. I can barely see three feet in front me and that’s not including the pain brought on by attempting to look. Every time I turn my head in order to looking ahead, i’m battered by the snow pelts that hit my face like hale.

Eventually, I decide to give up using vision to decide and correct my path and just follow the wind. When the force of the wind is concentrated on my back I allow it to push me forward, as a guide, directing me along a predetermined path.

‘Do I have a choice?’ I question my actions ‘Must I suffer like this?’ My mind spins webs of thoughts that trap me into doubting myself, into cursing my circumstances.

‘WHY DID I HAVE TO FALL DURING WINTER, WHERE THERE IS NO FOOD!’

‘HOW COULD I HAVE BELIEVED THOSE DEMONS!! GOING OUT INTO THE SNOW WILL ONLY LEAD TO MY DEATH, there is no salvation waiting for me, no hope’

My mind cries out due to my foolishness. ‘What was I hoping for? It’s impossible for me to find anything useful out in this storm!’

About to turn back and take my chances surviving the last month without food, I bump into a wall. I recoil, as the sharp edge of a rock nicks my cheek. I cheak and the wind is still at my back. Confusion then realisation hit me. “IT WAS A LIE!” I thought I knew this already, but when a false hope is shoved into your face, the realisation you were tricked is all the more demeaning.

Losing myself to the anger that welled up inside of me I use my remaining strength to strike the stone. It shatters and a large chunk falls in front of my feet.

I stare, the wind and snow being unable to hit my face and fully obstruct my vision, ……….a hand? What I assumed to be a broken slag, was in fact a frozen appendage.

My mind blank, I just stand there in the blizzard staring at the irregularity besides my feet…...at this oddity. When my consciousness starts to reboot and process the object below me, a wave of denial engulfs me, holding my breath.

‘I’m just delirious due to the stress of the situation, It’s just a rock similar in shape to a hand, no way it’s an actual hand.’

‘I must be imagining things, how can an arm be in the middle of a blizzard attached to a rock?’

‘..........at..tached to a…..rock…….?!’

My neck starts to arch upward as my eyes resist the snow to gaze in front of me. Time seems to slow, as my intuition screams at me to look away but my body resists all instruction and peers at the forms in front of it.

I fall to my knees with my eyes still glued to the structure in front of me…...or should I call it a pile?

Bodies stacked together and frozen into a massive mess of parts. I almost couldn’t believe this mass of frozen flesh once belonged to a human. The weight of the structure caused the bodies at the bottom to break and mesh together. Bones and sinews tangle and meld into each other, bodily fluids ooze out and mix into a putrid mass of rancid gunk that can be seen forming at the base and interlocking the crushed carcasses. The only reason I knew this giant mass of flesh was originally humans was by peering up to the top of this morbidly grotesque sculpture. The bodies at the top of the pile though some partially decomposed still retained their individuality and shape, the pressure having only mashed the bottom beings together.

I gag, unsuccessfully trying to prevent myself from throwing up. Bile chokes out of my throat and mouth, no substance was expelled due to the lack of ingested food.

I curl up on the cold icy snow still peering at the monstrous structure before me, tears rush down my face as I wail in horror and grief. My horse through projecting my sorrow and humanity…..maybe for the last time.

My mind cracking and breaking apart at what I’d have to do to survive as I realized why the demons in the fires shadow were cackling when granting me my hope.

“I'D RATHER DIE! Than eat a person!!” I scream sobbing

I sit in the snow defeated, curled up next to this sculpture of rotting flesh. The last of my energy leaving me as I don’t have the will to go on…..I don’t want the will to go on. I close my eyes the cold my blanket, as I embrace and welcome death. The frigid winds start to become warm as the reaper’s scythe inches closer to my soul. Finally I can be at peace.

“RRAAAAAAAAAGGHHHAAAAAGHAAGHAAAAA!!!”

My back feels like it’s splitting as my body spasms. Images flash through my head with every convulsion, each bargaining my mind and body with torturous agony all originating from my back. I struggle with pain, clawing at my limbs, tearing strips of skin and flesh off….anything to reduce the agony.

As my body flails about, a maddening recollected cackle reverberates in my surroundings. My mind, weak do to shock and pain puts up little resistance, as the voices invaded my psyche, conscience and soul. Corrupting me further as they latch on and strengthen the memories sealed within me.

“KEKEKEKEKEKE” A giddy glee undisguised by the voices as they chime in laughter.

“Whyyy do you nottttt eeeat boyyy?”

“Whyyy are you so wwwilling to ddie to avoid committing a sssssin you have alreadyyy partakennn innn?” The chorus sings with a joyfully mocking flare.

“W..what do you mean….partaken in!? I HAVE NEVER EATEN A PERSON!!” I shout in resistance, as a break in the body breaking torture appears.

The Pain soon restarting with renewed vigor and intensity after my line was said. A vision forming in my mind. A memory.

The voices that inched into my mind hollar in amusement. “ Do yyyou ssssstill not rrremember whattt you did tttthree yearssssss ago…. or is it ttttthat you ssssstill refuse to acknowledge the acttttt.”

My mind flickers the pieces and colors that make me up start to morph and form into an image.

The day I killed my mother or at least the woman who raised(?) me. My emotions buckl as the pain and violence I enacted and received are recarved into my being. The betrayal, the panic, the resolve. I watch confused and with ire as this scene is reenacted in front of me.

‘Do these specters realy belive showing me the day I first murdered someone will change me’

I declared in contempt. My mind not fazed much by this sin I have already overcome. I wait for the day to finnish. Her body sprawled on the floor with blood oozing from the fatal wounds I inflicted upon her, the last images I saw before falling unconscious,...............before falling unconscious?

To my shock the memory continues.

I watch myself stand, a bloody scar running across my back from the earlier fight, sends waves of burning pain throughout my body as it reopened. I watch myself shift the now dead woman of myself and venture outside. My body continues to search the surroundings until it found the object of it’s desire.

A sharp edged stone.

Appalled, I watch my weary figure draw closer to the corpse, Smash and cut at the body.

The mutilation continues, until the body is split into smaller more manageable pieces.

I try to look away, shut off my mind to prevent myself from witnessing the atrocity i’m committing. I began to beg for the specters to stop the vision...my memory. It was breaking me, my mind couldn’t handle knowing I committed the act I abhorred and had scorn others for partaking in.

But the scene continued to play. Every second I watched demolished more of my already fractured being. Until finally I watched and became the being that so greedily devoured its own mother. I felt the act, tasted the sin and all I could think in my broken state was “How delicious”.

“I want more”