God help the outcast

A little lady-bag fluttered in the air over a green field of yellow and blue flowers. A little breeze guided the little buzzing transparent wings a bit before the little black-spotted round insect dropped onto the soft canary petal. Eight little black legs crawled into the basin of the little flower. Suddenly the flower begin to shake as the earth it lived on quaked. The little lady-bug quickly rose to the air and fluttered away as a foot crashed down on the flower.

Five people, four men and one woman, all fire-haired and dressed in cotton-white shorts and shirts, ran in panic as a giant monster chased them down. The monster had no real name, well no name that can be pronounce in voice of man. It had a long golden-brown scaly neck with the head of a snake with blood red eyes with glowing green centers, the furry body of a grizzly bear and long scaly tail with a curved deadly blade at the end.

The long scaly head snapped its bone-crushing jaws at each runner, not really picky of who the long sharp as knives teeth would grab as long it would get someone. Screams of pain rang out through the air, causing skittish birds to take to the air in a panic as the large man of the group was picked up around the waist, thrown to the ground and ripped apart.

The remaining four members cried for their fallen bother but pushed to run faster when the sounds of bone-crushing and flesh ripping came to a stop and the monster was back to chasing them down. It had a purpose to kill off the last of the Fire Tribe and take the tribe’s treasure back to its master. It will not stop till all of its objectives. So far it had killed over twenty members of the once great tribe from the Lava Mountains in the east. Now it was down to four.

The only woman in the group carried the tribe’s treasure in a red pack against her chest. A large egg-like stone with little bloodstone gems in swirling patterns all around it, It was wrapped up in many different color of cloths to keep it safe inside the red pack. The three men didn’t really want to die but they knew in their heart if the stone was taken to the monster’s master, the death of their tribe will be only the first.

In a silent agreement and nods from all three, the fire-haired men stopped running and pulled out their pistils and shot at the beast. Giving their sister a chance to make into the deep forest beyond this green field of yellow and blue flowers.

The fire-haired woman skidded and then fell to the earth, skinning her left thigh and calf. She left herself up with a single arm as the other kept the pack against her chest. Just in time to see the curved blade of the monster’s tail going into the chest of one of her brothers and the jaws snapping off the head of the other. The remaining man turned his head over to her and yelled at her to keep running, to protect the stone. With tears running down her fair face, she picked herself up and hugged her precious cargo against her chest and ran into the forest.

The monster follow quickly as soon as the curved blade of its tail end slice apart the last man of the Fire Tribe.
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It was quite nice to be on one’s own. Heaven thought to himself as he sat on an fallen tree trunk. He chewed on a piece of twig as violet eyes lazily watched a butterfly fluttered past. A light amber colored wide brimmed hat lay onto of greasy dark honey hair with black tips. The young man wore deerskin brown breeches with dark green open neck vest, since it was a bit hot that day. His long dark brown coat lay over his lather pack with his rifle sitting on top and his boots on either side of the pack. The jaguar spot markings on his right shoulder and in a ring around his left bicep marked him as a member of the Jaguar Tribe but the green tattoo under his lip and over his chin marked him as outcast in the eyes of all of the Cat Tribes.

So if he didn’t really like being on his own, he had no choice to be so. Any of the sub-groups of the Cat Tribes would not let him blend in with their people. And he doubted that any of the other tribes would let him join them anyway. The members of the Cat Tribe tend to be viewed by others as well in their words, too wild and too strange to really understand. So to be labeled as an outcast by that grouping of tribes, it would say to others that you were really not to be trusted.

Well, screw everyone and their black-toothed granny. This little kitty don’t need anyone but his rifle and knives. And to stick it to them all, he’ll journey to the canyons of his Fore-cats and find their treasure and use it to buy himself a kingdom and kicked everyone out. Just him and lovely thick-reared slaves. Heaven grinned lechery at that thought. Make them all wear just golden collars. Just golden collars.

A monstrous roar bought the young man out his thoughts and made him move to get his boots back on and grabbing his rifle. He checked the chamber for ammo and saw only one bullet was loaded in. He didn’t have time to load in more when he was suddenly on his back, over the fallen tree trunk with a soft body of a woman on top.

“Wha-?” His question was cut-off short as the fire-haired woman got to her feet and pulled him up to his.

“RUN!” She ordered and they did. Heaven’s hand gripped tightly to the woman’s hand as they ran as tree fell with groans as the snake-head monster plowed against them as it chased the two people down.

The outcast looked over his shoulder and his violet eyes grew wide in fear. He tripped over a root of an oak tree and caused them both to fell hard to the ground. He winced as he tried to move his ankle, feeling it swelling up inside his boot. The woman was looking around in desperation and saw a large hole in a tree not too far away. She grabbed the young man and pulled him over to it. Ignoring his cries of pain as she shoved him inside and pushed her red pack against his chest and hands.

“Whatever you do, don’t let anyone have the stone.” In her voice, he felt fear and pain and in her eyes, a glint of something to made him nodded his head in agreement to her order. He wrapped his hands around the bag before she grabbed it again. She pulled out the cargo that was inside and pushed it against him before dropping a huge rock inside and ran off in the direction across from his hiding spot.

Heaven shivered and closed his eyes as he soon heard the screams of pain and the roar from the monster. He hugged the wrapped up stone against his chest and bowed his head.

“Whatever I do, I will not let anyone have it.” He whispered to the spirit of the fallen woman. Unknowing that the souls of the fallen fire tribe were listening to his words and preyed that he fared better then they did in their quest.

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A pygmy black tipped long-furred deer gently trotted along the forest floor. It stopped a few times to nibbled on the little moss growth on the low end of trees. Then it spotted a little brook and trotted up to the water’s edge and lowered its head down to lap up some of the refreshing cool water.

A iron neck of a rifle poked out from inside of a light green bush with little red berries among its leaves. A calloused hand cocked the rifle slowly and softly with slow exhaled of breath. A index finger squeezed slowly on the trigger as the buck lined up in view. A loud bang rang through out the atmosphere then a thug. The deer lay dead on the water edge as Heaven walked out of the bush with a happy grin on his face.

“See, now that pretty soft fur will help bring in some of the good stuff like bullets and maybe a pretty new ring.” He spoke to his new friend, the large stone that lay under his spare clothes and wrapped up food and ammo in his pack. He called it Sid.

“Now, Sid.” He pulled off his long and large coat and folded it to sit on the ground as he sat on his knees. He lay his pack on the coat and pulled out his knives. “The key thing to remember is to get as less blood on the pelt as possible. Save on the cleaning.” He gently pulled out a piece of cloth to use as a head scarf to keep his hair out of his face as he worked.

Heaven skinned the deer slowly and gently, blood spilling into the water as the outcast worked. Skilled fingers peeled off the pelt as he sliced it off of the meat. he lay it out on the fur side and worked on cutting up the meat into sections and pulling out the bones and organs. He cleaned off the knife and went on to wash the pelt, cleaning it before laying it out on a large slab of rock.

“Well, that was fun and now we have deer for dinner.” he smiled as he peeled off his sweaty and bloody vest and breeches to wash in the brook as well. “Right after I wash my clothes, I’ll get us some veggies and berries and wood for the fire.” he smiled at his pack as he washed the soiled clothing in the cool water. Then laid them out on the rock next to the drying deer pelt.

The blond outcast pulled out a pair of tattered dark blue breeches and long-sleeve pale red tunic with a laced up front that he left undone. Barefooted he told Sid to watch over things as he went out to pick up the wood for the cooking fire and small amount of wild carrots. He found nothing else to add to the small dinner so he went back to the brook.

He built a small cooking fire and laying out two slabs of meat on his single piece of cookery , a iron pan and cut up circle pieces of carrot to lay around the slabs of meat. As the food cooked, Heaven cut up the meat a bit more into travelable pieces. He threw the organs out into the bushes for the wildlife to feast upon. Then he wrapped up the bones, knowing that some traders might barter for them at some markets.

Laying against the pack, the jaguar outcast picked and ate his food with his fingers. The sun was now lowering into the hills and mountains in the distance by this time and cluster of twinkling stars were now littering the sky.

“You know, Sid. It’s just so peaceful without being around so many people. So many rules and manners to worry about.” He chewed on some carrot and meat. “I like it when its just you and me, my friend.” he sighed as he finished his dinner.

After the fire slowly burned out, Heaven lay down using his coat as a pillow. He closed his violet eyes and curled up to sleep.

Nightmares clouded his sleeping mind and a loud screeching sound awoke the outcast out of the troubled sleep. He sat up panting and wiping the night sweat from his face by the sleeve of his shirt. “Come on, Sid. Time to get going.” He packed up his things and pulled on his coat and hat. With his rifle in his hands and the pack on his back, Heaven walked away from the rumbling brook.