TO KILL A [MOCKING] BIRD PART 2 BY DUSAK

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TO KILL A [MOCKING] BIRD PART 2 BY DUSAK

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Elroy withdrew the clip from the rifle, not wanting to take a second chance at shooting himself. Slowly he drew his weight up, to lean awkwardly against the trunk of a tree. His ankle sang out in protest as he attempted to apply any weight to it, his chest was now sticky with dribbled blood. And his crotch still throbbed.

Elroy had now been limping through the trees for an hour or so, neither seeing nor hearing any sign of his quarry. To make matters worse the sun was high, beating down unmercifully upon his bald head, but at least he now only had the pain in his ankle to trouble him. The bleeding from his many wounds had ceased and his member no longer hurt, although judging by the bulge in his crotch, that seemed something of a suprise to him.

Elroy stopped his laboured walk, taking his last can of Tab from his pouch. He was thirsty, having decided to save this one until his parched throat demanded it. He pulled the Tab open, the satisfying hiss as the gas was released was music to Elroy's ears. As he lifted the can to take his first swig the enemy was sighted, calmly perched on a branch not ten yards away. An easy shot for Elroy. He gently lowered his can of Tab to the floor, placing it carefully at his foot. He aimed, taking care not to make a sound and released the trigger. The rifle popped as the first projectile was released, this was followed by that satisfying 'phut' sound as it came into contact with flesh. The bird squawked, flapping both its wings violently in an attempt to escape, but the shot must have hit a vital spot, the bird fell to the ground, the hectic motion of its wings propelling it into the undergrowth. Elroy ran, disregarding the pain in his ankle. His sudden movement overturned his Tab, a fact that didn't concern him now that he had his prize.

Elroy hit the area, where the bird had fallen, like a lumbering rhino, roaring a loud battle cry of victory as he careered forwards, smashing his bulk into the branches and bushes as if they were made of tissue paper. He could see the bird, just in front of him, the large wings still flapping erratically in an attempt to gain ground on its pursuer. Elroy gave chase as fast as he could, the sweat stung his eyes, his chest heaving as his lungs demanded more air to assist in the chase.

In his blind fury Elroy didn't see the snapped branch that protruded from the side of a tree, his skull smashed into it, a small twig embedding itself into his left eye. The screem was loud, but short, the force of the collision causing Elroy to black out.

Elroy must have lain there for several hours, untill slowly regaining consciousness. He struggled to gain a sitting position, tentatively feeling the large lump on his forehead which felt like it had been hit by a truck. The now empty socket of his left eye was unusally void of any pain. His face and shoulders were caked with dry blood and he felt rough. He was also very thirsty, his throat burnt and his lips were cracked, both caused by his long exposure to the sun. Elroy estimated it to be close on midnight, and although the thought was like a kick in the guts, he had to accept the fact that he had been defeated. Elroy guessed that his antagonist must surly be dead, now lying somewhere out of sight and reach within the thick undergrowth.

After a short while Elroy heaved himself up, wincing in a combination of pain from his ankle and the feeling of nausea caused by his head wound. The woods, now only dimly illuminated by a cloud shrouded moon, lay in silence apart from the occasional rustle of leaves as some small animal ambled along foraging for food. Elroy walked in a drunken staggering gait, his head spinning, his vision blurred. After some half hour of stumbling about in this semi darkness Elroy came upon a clearing. He could just make out a low mound of earth and stones that lay to the clearings centre. It offered an ideal spot to rest up untill daybreak afforded him a clearer path out of the woods. He soon gained the mound, coming to rest on a large boulder. He looked around, drawing in his breath sharply as he saw the bird perched on a stone just some six feet away from where he sat.

The bird lay still, its beady eyes staring in his direction with a seemingly accusing look upon its face. Elroy slowly reached to his side for the rifle, waves of panic washed over him as he realised that he'd left it where he had fallen earlier. He was totally disorientated, having not the slightest idea from which direction he had entered the small clearing. Elroy looked at the bird with utter contempt, knowing he'd have to wait until daylight to regain his rifle. He shifted his weight on the boulder, it giving a gentle rock to one side in protest at the unaccustomed load that rested upon it. It also sank. Elroy had no time to correct this movement, it was too late. With a sudden drop the large boulder disappeared into the earth. Elroy followed, his wide girth wedging itself into the hole, a movement that pinned both arms to his sides. He was well and truly trapped, like a cork in the neck of a bottle.

Eventually daybreak came, Elroy had forced himself to remain calm and perfectly still. He'd attempted to wriggle free only once, stopping when he realised that he hung suspended in rank smelling air, in what must be one of the old vent shafts from the abandoned mines, and one that could be anything up to a thousand feet deep. It was around midday when the flies began to buzz around his head, the scent of the dried blood attracting them like a magnet. Elroy's head was bobbing about like a cork on water as he attempted to dislodge what he knew to be blow flies from his empty eye socket. But it was useless, as more and more were homing in, each fully laden with sacks of eggs to deposit into the blood clotted chamber. The large bird hopped forwards as if suddenly eager to become more acquainted with its former antagonist. It fluttered up onto a stone to face Elroy squarely, cocking the small white and black feathered head slightly to one side, as if questioning Elroy's right to be there. Then it struck. The sudden movement of the bird caused Elroy to open his mouth with the beginnings of a scream, but the bird was quicker, clamping Elroy's yellow fured tongue between the powerfull beak and pulled.

Elroy's tongue was ripped from the roots, the bird flinging the prize to one side with a casual flick of contempt. And so the bird stood, silently watching Elroy as the blood dribbled down his chin. Great mouthfuls were spat out as he tried to prevent himself from choking. The surrounding ground soon becoming splattered with the quickly drying spillage.

Elroy had passed out, the sensation of insects crawling over his skin slowly drawing him out of the darkness. Fire ants, thousands in number, completely enshrouded his torso. The hard working insects had already begun to surround Elroy with the beginnings of the wall of their nest, depositing small portions of snipped leaves and twigs around his trapped form. Soldier ants also started to mount the fleshy hill, each one injecting their poison into his body, freezing his open mouthed face in a look of sheer terror. This wide void gave the worker ants a clear tunnel into their new home, all the time the wall of leaves and debris rising higher and higher, untill eventually his head was no longer visible.

The bird's wings spread to soar it up into the clear blue skies. It flew on, eventually alighting on to the mountain that overlooked the wooded area. A shimmering haze could be seen to surround the bird, which slowly grew in intensity, finally to transform into the visitant of an age old Indian. He turned, displaying the shock of white hair that draped down his back as the side of the mountain enveloped him as he returned to his resting place within, untill nature was once again violated. The end. Dusak 2009.


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