“Come on...let’s go. They’re coming closer...I feel it. In my fingers. In my toes. It’s making my bones aching real bad.”
Tomentum and hair, dark and of a demon, began to grow heavy from out of the door frame and facings. The strands poked and multiplied along the rim of the bulwark. The ambient light around them grew dimmer into a slurried fog. A smell of rotting eggs invaded their nostrils. “What a big bunkum of sputamucus. Whew...with a touch of mucasputum thrown in for bad measure. I can’t stand this crap.”
“No...we gotta wait. Just a little longer. Won’t be a minute or two more. Hold on.” The two shivered in the horrible situation.
A pounding and then a roar came from the floors and ceiling. The structural metal buckled and rolled out as peeling steel. A bellow of dark wind torn from the joints throughout the bulwarks. Steel wallboards peeled away and dissolved. “Awe-uh-ga...awe-uh-ga.” It came out in streams and fluxes, “Awe-uh-ga...Awe-uh-ga...Awe-uh-ga...Awe-uh-ga...Awe-uh-ga...Awe-uh-ga...Awe-uh-ga...Awe-uh-ga...” Louder and louder, as it became a shrill screaming.
Black tracks and trails ran through their hair and clothing. Goose bumps and knobs erupted along their skin like a scurry of rats. The juts throbbed within the pulse of their hide.
“What the...? Hey...that tickles...” a fearful voice said and paused...“Hey...that don’t tickle. That hurts...I never had biting goose bumps nor knobs before. Triple dang...that hurts.” They rubbed their bark frantically.
They were swept to the floor in a clangor of armor and weapons. “Crash...blom-blam! Czech crush zhomp, zhimp.”
Belts and buckles broke apart. Seams and stitching ripped and split asunder. “Shatter, shetter, crish.” They grabbed to contain their disintegrating vestments, but their apparel cracked and fermented into a smelly debris. “Zhomp, zhomp.”
“How can we stop this?” Undershirts made from rare leoncita fur and tamarin hide tore into shreds.
“I’m afraid we can’t...”
The black wind twisted into a tornado of evil up and around them. A high pitched and heinous gleaming, a noise of brumous lambency pawed up and down their faces. The metal of their protection and security fractured and fell completely from around them. Steel blades and brass whipped away and into the twisting clouds that now held them. The sharpness did corkscrew dances right by their exposed faces. The two were held naked in biting dust and grit. The blades spun in shapes of monsters and sharp metal robots. A storm of bare tatters of clothing and cracked leather adornments stiffened around them. They were being hemmed in by the remains of their garb and armor. A deafening clatter ripped deep into their naked and exposed ears.
“Owe-men!...my brain. fried to burnt. It’ll never be more than a pasty bubbling mush.” The threatening coronal and wreath of wind wrapped tight as a concatenation and chain. The air was sucked from their lungs until they fainted. A minimum of oxygen was shoved back into their lungs by untidy lips and hands from the demon wind. The humans were picked off the floor by the foul and baneful zephyroid. It shook them like rag dolls, turning them over and under, this way and that. Intense sounds of shearing metal deafened the narrow passageway.
“Huh...?” echoed from the now puzzled malevolent vortex and wind. “What the hell? Is that?”
Huge fingernails perched on even larger golden fingers came out of the wall. A giant hand materialized from out of the bulwark and reached into the hallway. The hand took hold of the wind-thing and began to unlax the tentacles and spirals from around the two humans. The zephyroid screamed to be re-wrapped. “This is not in my nature to be thus unpackaged. Stop now I curse you to stop.”
A confident Voice of Authority spoke...“You certainly shall not survive, you vacuum fiend of the netherworlds.”
The wind shrieked and cried at its unrolling. “No...! Don’t do it.” Its braiding and tresses being unraveled sent it into massive and unholy convulsions.
“Your choices...your “too many choices” of evil and foul intent have condemned you. You have journeyed far and away, beyond redemption.”
“I’ll resist you, pawn and agent of Heaven...” the wind-thing spat out, “...you will not control me...Not your will, but my own.”
“Talking to the hand will not help you. No matter how much you plead...it shall not avail you any considerations of mercy or forgiveness. You, my dear wind are doomed. You shall soon blow no more. So, blow off.” The grip tightened.
The humans fell from the idiot wind and rolled out on the steel floor. Another golden hand entered from the opposite wall. Gentle fingers picked up and cradled the prone figures. They were protected from the death throes of the zephyroid.
The wind-thing wricked and twisted about violently. The air was hot and windy. The monster smashed itself repeatedly against both walls. It vainly attempted to escape its bitter day of doom. But those actions just hastened the end. The zephyroid crumbled and turned to inert powder. It fell as a bitter dust from between the fingers of the golden hand. The vile wind creature’s remains gathered into heavy piles. Panels opened in the wall along the floor. Vacuum robots scurried from hidden wall cavities and cleaned up the mess. The machines were gone in about a shave off an instant.
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