Story's As Short As Danae

Johnathan

Johnathon Smith walked through the dark green forest that laid behind his home in hopes to find a herd of deer to impress his father who had never loved him. As he walked through the forest he started to become more and more paranoid with every step. He first began seeing things. Dark figures some looking human some looking far from it. Then he began to hear them. Deep growls, loud bangs and whispers. He tried to understand them but it seemed like a whole other language but not any language he had ever heard before. He walked into a clearing scared out of his mind. A dark shadow runs past and he tried to follow it with his eyes but it disappeared right Infront of him. Cursing under his breath spinning around hectically confused as of how it was gone so quickly. Another shadow runs past and he started to turn around getting ready to run. But before he could do anything he was struck over the head with an unknown object and knocked unconscious. When he awoke in a haze he was tied to a cross both his hand and feet bound as the large group of savages chanted around him.  He in his last effort to livebegan to cry out for his father. "Father, father help me father." But nothing. No one was coming for him. The chanting abruptly ended and he looked at the men and women covered in dirt and what looked like red paint but at second glance he realized it was blood covering there faces covering there evil grins of hate and excitement for what was soon to come. One approached a larger man he had a large hunting knife smiling up at him before looking at the crowd. John furiously struggled but was being held down by thick, strong vines that held him to that cross. The man placed the knife to John's heart and with a sudden thrust John was but a corpse for the gods.