Shape Shifters...a very good reason to be afraid of things that go bump in the night...and in the light of day as well. More
Shape Shifters (C) 2011
Shape Shifters...a very good reason to be afraid of things that go bump in the night...and in the light of day as well.
Crosses and Shapes
Blood dripped down the cross and fell to the ground in little drops that sounded increasing loud. Yet, not a word was uttered from the man called Jesus, who remained calm despite the obvious pain being inflicted. From hard soil came small blossoms of green where before were only drying drops of blood, which raised a stir in the men standing around the cross. At the same moment, a bolt of dark streaked across the skies like a demon wind bent for destruction.
Wind and rain pelted the land like a battering ram from above, and with it swept the blood droplets from the man to the greedy soil below and beyond. Mixed with the rain and wind, small blossoms of green began to appear and grown in the soil around the temple of crucifixion. Many of the soldiers cried out in fear at the scene before them, and some began to run in terror. And from the wind came a howl of angelic anguish that increased until it was nearly deafening. The rain was slamming to the ground in a way that was like rocks instead of water.
Charad held his ground and ordered the remaining men to raise the cross and fix it to the ground. He looked to the man suspended from his hands, and for a moment saw in the eyes his childhood friend instead of the shell of a human being. Charad shook from stress, anger and fear, and cursed the woman who put him into this fixture of executioner and damned all rolled into one.
"You bastard, you would have me die as an animal, rather than a man." Jesus screamed and pulled against the stakes holding him to the cross. "All because we slept with the same whore."