The Preacher Part 3

“It’s time,” she said in a deep throaty voice, She picked him up and carried the preacher who had little choice, He hung over her shoulder as she walked with ease, Her blistering flesh when she touched him could be smelt on the breeze. Now and then, she would let out a whimper from the pain, However, a pain she was all too familiar with, she carried him to her ultimate gain. She reached the old wooden building and opens the boor at the back, The building housed the crowd as they parted once again for the man in black. The people, stared shocked to see that he was alive, Their mummers were as if it were bees in a beehive. Then a man shouted, “His supposed to be dead, ho can this be?” She lashed out slicing his neck, and he dropped like a freshly felled tree. The crowd stirred into a panic and tried to smash down the door, But, there was a powerful presence locked them in for the long awaited gore. When their efforts of escape were fruitless, they turned to face the girl Who’s flesh bubbled, and the stench caused many to hurl. She dropped the preached on the elevated stage, And clawed at her burning dead flesh like an animal enraged. She shouted angrily in a deep throaty voice, “Who is in charge?” A man walked toward the front, seven foot tall, muscular and large. She flew through the air and gave him a talon embrace, As she stuck a finger nails in his neck and gnawed off his face. The crowd screamed some came to his aid, But eight died too in her deadly crusade. She walked slowly back to the front stage, “Who is in charge?” she screeched ever more so enraged. She fell on her back and wriggled, screaming in pain, Her body split in four forming creatures hideously insane. The merciless creatures hungry and wild , Pared not a soul skinning man woman or child. They left them skinless but alive, to slowly die a gruesome death, Then squelched through the blood cover floor toward the preacher who was next.