Cool Runnings

48th Installment of La Diablesse

“Hello little man,” Christine said reaching down and touching me face. She laughed throwing she head back, the other La Diablesse joined in she devilish glee.

“At last it is my turn,” she wrapped she fingers round me neck and forced me to get to me feet, I grabbed she hands as she slowly lifted me off the ground.

“I could kill you now, but no, you and me we should have our own ceremony,” and she threw me to the ground and ordered the other La Diablesse to follow she and they walked out of the cave laughing. I got to me feet and walked over to the Alter and lay there trying to catch me breath, I had not set a plan for an escape and now the only hope I had was to take any opportunity when I saw it.The rest of the day was uneventful. As the night approached I got off the alter and positioned meself at the far end of the cave away from the entrance. No one came to light the torches the only light came from the stars that twinkled in the sky and whenever a shadow moved in the pale silver light I tensed up anticipating an attack. Me whole body was shaking and beads of sweat rolled down me face getting into me eyes. After bout an hour of standing in the dark I became tired and sat down and like a damn fool I fell asleep.

I woke up when I heard breathing next to me and I peered into the darkness trying to see who or what was there. The breathing was slow and there was a slight moan with it, the cave suddenly grew colder causing chill bumps to pop out all over me body, I shivered a little as the breathing faded away into the darkness and I slumped into the sand exhausted, I tried not to fall asleep but I could not keep meself from drifting off. I did not dream they had stopped soon after the ceremonies begun now me nights were filled with darkness occasionally interrupted by shadows that danced round in white flashes.

I woke up shaking the cave was real frigging cold, raindrops fell from the opening hitting me skin like small pellets of ice. I stood up and looked round the sky was still dark and the rain seemed to appear out of the night pounding down on the sand. Water lodged itself in me ear deafening me for a second, I stuck me finger in me ear and realized that a piece of ice was stuck in there, suddenly another splash of water hit me face and what felt like small rocks bounced off me skin causing a painful chill to run through me making me body go numb. I lifted me hands in front of me ready to defend meself, there was a menacing chuckle and then Christine’s voice laughing. Someone lit a torch and

when I saw Christine and another La Diablesse standing in front of me, she was holding a bucket in she hand a big grin on she face as she pointed to the Alter, there was a tray sitting on it.

“Eat, you will need you energy!” she shouted. I did not move me fists clinched in a tight ball. She looked at me smiling,

“What, don’t you trust me don’t you want to eat something?” The other La Diablesse standing behind she snickered she eyes flashing with twisted joy. She went to the Alter moving with such grace she seemed almost human, picked up the silver tray and glided towards me tray extended, it was covered with a lid that looked like a half moon kind of frigging gentile for theses beasts

“Come on my friend, this meal is you last supper, just like the one I got right before those French colonists took me to the gallows and hung me for running for my freedom. I feel your fear, I understand that tightening in the chest, and your heart racing so fast it feels like it would explode in your face, that dryness in your mouth even though you are sweating a river. The best part is right before death, your heart races up as if trying to pump life into your dying body. I remember that night in my dreams every damn day, the faces of those rich devils as they laughed and sang because the uncivilized bitch was about die the sound of the crowd when they paraded me through the streets, the rocks that came out of the dark hitting me in the head the screaming women who were the wives of plantation owners who forced me to be their mistress. But I had the last laugh, because I died and found my freedom. So be a man, free yourself from your mental slavery, eat this last meal so you will have the strength to go onto the other side.”

I took a step back.


By Mr Giant

Me name is Anderson A Charles. I am a writer story teller and Podcaster and Youtuber. Also played basketball in college ( that's because I am seven feet tall.

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