Petya i volk rewrite, 2nd section

3 Oct

 

 

Petya i volk

Re-doo-doo II

by L. Stewart Marsden

 


The memory was of a particular night that had been squeezed down into the deep recesses of Petya’s mind.

A large brilliant moon hung lamp-like in the sky. He was in a tower — at its top. He crouched in fear beside a cast-iron bell. It had rung out earlier a plea to Kiev: “Help! Come save us!” it implored.

But Christian doors and windows remained shuttered tight, and muffled the shrieks of the hunted and slaughtered. The nightmare frothed in the streets barely feet from those that might have helped, might have dared to come to the rescue and did not. It was as if those occupants had painted the frames of their doors with red blood in order to be passed over by a Dark Angel of death.

Petya heared the cries for help as they arose from the streets below. He smelled the acrid smoke that billowed into the night air and formed hulking goblins above houses set afire. He squeezed his eyes shut, and covered his ears. But inevitably he could not help but peer over the short wall of the steeple and onto the street below.

Four men on horseback wheeled their mounts in circles, confused, hooves clattering on the cobblestone street.

“There!” shouted one of the men. He was large and burly — and he appeared to Petya the leader of the group. The man pointed towards the tower, to something in the street Petya could not see.

As if sensing Petya’s stare, the man looked up. His eyes reflected the fire from a nearby house, and seemed to glow yellow. It seemed to Petya that he jumped from his mount, and ran to the base of the steeple tower.

Petya crouched into as small a form as he could in a corner and awaited his discovery by the hulking man.

“Help!” he screamed in his mind, knowing to say it aloud would end badly for him. He could hear the man ascending the tower steps, skipping two or three steps at a time, getting closer and closer. He had nowhere to run. Like a hunted animal, he was treed.

Petya’s curiosity overcame his fear, and he slowly uncurled from his fetal ball and he looked up. A dark bulky image stood at the top of the stairway, silhouetted by the full moon in the sky behind it. It was hairy and brawny and inhuman — with pointed ears and yellow eyes and sharp teeth. From his corner crook, Petya waited as the beast sniffed the air and finally located him. It slowly drew closer. The child’s heart beat loudly, and his palms sweated.

“What big ears you have,” he thought. “What big eyes you have . . . what big teeth . . .”

“PETYA! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!”

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3 Responses to “Petya i volk rewrite, 2nd section”

  1. sharon October 5, 2014 at 4:58 pm #

    I’m still reading. Frightening memory/dream.

  2. skipmars November 12, 2014 at 4:36 pm #

    I’ll upload the rest of the rewrite this week. Got busy with other distractions!

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