This is a short excerpt from something I’m working on. Not quite sure what I think of it at this point, but we’ll see. This is not edited in any way, but here you go. Thoughts?
I held three of these in my hand. Each one was laced with a lethal dose of poison.
I stood upon bare sand—sand packed down so firmly that it hardly gave way as I took a step forward.
I had to be careful.
Before me, three large pillars rose from the ground. Hanging from each of these pillars were chains. They swung eerily in the slight breeze.
It was dark. Night had come early this day, and neither of the two moons lit the sky, leaving only the stars to shed light upon the world. They did a pitiful job.
I moved forward, cautiously, ears alert.
Passing the pillars, my uncovered feet soon met with grass. Soft, moist, and cold. I liked the way grass felt at night.
I soon reached a small, low standing building—more like a large shed than anything. Stepping around the corner, I felt along the wall for where I knew a door would be. When I found it, I turned the handle and pushed slowly forward. The door opened easily, hardly making a sound.
I had done this many time before, and yet, still my heart raced.
I’d never been caught before, I told myself. I wouldn’t be caught this time.
Inside the building it was darker than it had been outside, if that was even possible.
I paused for a second, gathering my bearings.
I knew this place like the back of my hand.
Three steps forward. Five to the right.
Pocketing the darts, I reached out my hands.
I lifted three of them from their place on the shelf, grasping them firmly by their tops.
“Rrrrr….” The yotels hummed softly inside, and I moved steadily as I turned to back out of the building.
These cages were not empty. And I couldn’t afford to arouse the yotels. Not yet. They might make too much noise.
Once outside again, I moved back towards the pillars.
“This time, I’ll get them all,” I whispered to myself as I walked. My words were barely audible, even to my own ears. “This time, I get them all.”
Sand again, my feet announced as I reached the packed earth. I stopped beneath the first of the pillars.
Lowering two of the cages, I grabbed the chain that hung down, and attached the third cage to its end, leaving it rocking as I moved on.
I did the same to the other two cages, attaching them to the remaining pillars.
Then I turned from them. Thirty five feet away, directly across from the pillars, a small contraption rose from the ground. I walked over to it, retrieving the darts from my pocket as I did so. This was it. I was going do it this time.
“This time I get them all.”
The contraption was box shaped, and coming out of its top was a single lever. Most of its mechanisms probably took place underground. I didn’t know that much about it. All I knew was it worked.
With my back to the pillars, I took a deep breath, and placed a hand on hand on the lever.
I gave it a three count.
Swirling, my eyes locked on to the cages as the chains released them, letting them fall. They hit the ground with a crash, breaking open.
“SSAAAAYYYYYKKKKKKKKK” the yotels screamed as their peaceful sanctums shattered around them. Their prisons no longer kept them in.
Immediately, the yotels took flight wings flapping furiously. They were barely visible black splotches rising towards the sky.
I wasted no time.
I drilled the first one with a dart within the first two seconds, brining it immediately back down to the ground.
The second one flew in my direction. Fingering the second dart for a moment, I launched it, hitting the creature in its underside. It died without making a sound.
The third yotel hurdled away to my left, almost invisible in my peripheral vision.
I planted my feet, turned, and fired the third dart. I heard it zip through the air.
There was no thud.
The yotel flapped, screeching, growing fainter and smaller as it continued into the distance.
“Curse the wind,” I said, though the wind hadn’t affected my aim.
I had missed. Next time, I’d get them all.
Disappointed, I hurried to gather the dead birds and broken cages from the ground and I stowed them yards away beneath the roots of a large tree. I didn’t care if anyone found them, but it would be tacky to leave them beneath the pillars—in the training yard.
It was time to leave. Too much noise had been made.
Not far away, I stepped onto a dirt road and began to walk.
I’d made it away unseen. Again. I didn’t know what would happen if anyone found me, but I figured it wouldn’t be good. After all, this life, this training, this area, was forbidden to me.