71 The Bloody Mass PG-13 (1/2)

The shrill cry of a woman's voice echo's through the still and silent night air. I could hear it quite clearly, due to the fact that there weren't that many other sounds in the night. Due to the fear, most of the people that were out earlier had either retired to their rooms. Or had gone into an establishment.

The sound of the cry was coming from the direction of the main gate. Looking that way, I felt torn in two about what I should do!

Do I go and look? Or would it be safer to just head back?

I was slightly worried that I could be blamed by one of the four heroes. If something tragic had happened, then it would not be a stretch to say that would happen. However, if it was something horrific it was also important that I know about it.

There was a possibility that this would be important to my test. Or to another task that I currently had to complete.

It did not take too long to come to a decision about the course of action that I would be following. I needed to go and see what that commotion was about.

If I missed a crucial piece of information that might become beneficial down the line. I would be pissed at myself.

Running, I bounce my way up onto the roof and a building. Making quick work I take off in the direction of the sound. Darting between rooftops I quickly started to hear the sounds of metal and clinking armor.

It appears that the soldier and guards were mobilizing and heading towards the sound of the disturbance too.

Soon the scent of blood enters my nose. It got so strong that I started to see red. Something inside of me gave way slightly and I sped up. Due to the sickly-sweet smell of the blood, my brain felt foggy.

With the increased speed, I quickly found the scene of the crime. To be more accurate I could smell the scene of the crime. It was caked in the heavy scent of blood.

Not a little bit of blood either, it was a lot of blood.

Landing lightly on the rooftop, I found that the crime was at the statue of the Goddess. It was the same statue that I had seen women and children praying at earlier.

But now it was a completely different statue and feeling that surrounding it. The now horrific sight of it entered my field of vision.

The once serene feeling that the statue emitted was completely dispelled. In its place an awe-inspiring sight of terror rest. Something right out of a nightmare was in front of me.

Bodies of women are all around the statue. The statue was now covered in thick viscous blood that drips down from the top of her head. It completely dyed her hair red. The blood drips down the crown of her head and runs down her face.

The rivers of blood cut down the statue giving the appearance that she was crying. It drips down from her eyes and curls down around her cheek and small droplets of blood fall down her chin. It was as if she was crying crimson tears of blood.

At the top of her wings. The body of a woman rested on each of the wings. They had been relieved of their arms, and their hair was coated in blood. It drips down from the strands and falls on the wings. Dyeing the wings in the bloody red. I could see their eyes had been gouged out of their skulls.

They are all laid out as if there are martyrs. All around the statue of the Goddess are women that are clothed in white clothes. Well, kind of white clothes the blood was slowly turning everything red.

The woman that are laid out around the statue in a circle all have their head gone. They had been beheaded. Their bodies arranged as if they are praying, much like the position of the woman that I had seen earlier.

From their bodies, they are all young women. I could tell from the scent of the blood too. They could not have been older than twenty.

From the headless neck of the women, an intricate symbol had been drawn in front of each of them. They appeared to be characters of some sort. Then from the symbols, a line had been drawn to the base of the statue.

All of this was, of course, in blood.

Only one thought came to mind as I stared at the horror in front of me.

A bloody mass. It was a bloody mass.

This was not the work of a goblin either.

I felt my mind start to warp. It could have been from the horror or the blood. Maybe, even both. But I began to step forward. I wanted to get closer it was drawing me in. Something primitive in my mind was screaming at me.

Digging my hand into my arm, I cut the flesh and feel sanity return.