|The Land of Broken Spears
Author: Itzcoatl PM
The city of Tenochtitlan lies unaware of the danger it faces. A slave boy tell his storyRated: Fiction T - English - Suspense/Horror - Chapters: 4 - Words: 1,506 - Reviews: 9 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 10-22-06 - Published: 09-02-06 - id: 2240665
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1Chapter Four: Blood
Acatl couldn't sleep. Although he was on the mat on the ground which
he called his bed he didn't sleep. All these strange events were eating
away at his rest. Who were these people? Where are they from? What is
their intention? He was in short afraid to sleep but he might as well. It
was among the only days he had off during the year. He could hear the
distant drums. There was a festival going on in the temple plaza with all
sorts of amusements. He decided not to go for fear of being recognized
after his escape from the temple and also there were rumours swirling
around. Eagle Knights were planning an ambush on the white men and
he didn't wish to view blood or get killed. Though many of his fellow
slaves were there. With so many thoughts in his head his eyes grew
weary and he closed them.
The shouts of men stirred Acatl from his sleep. Then suddenly with
speed someone crashed into him.
" Come... oh gods... terrible... the people are slain in the temple!!"
Cried Nehauzitl one of his fellow slaves. Still groggy from his sleep
Acatl was practically dragged through the streets by his friend. A crowd
rushed by separating Acatl and Nehuazitl. While Acatl was pushed one
way and Nehauzitl another Acatl found himself being pushed in the
direction of the temple and its there where he saw it.
Blood. There were hearts ripped out of ribcages of people. Arms and
legs strewn about everywhere. Even fingers dotted the plaza. Brain
matter was still oozing out of the brains of victims. Saliva still dripping
from there mouths. Acatl numb stared and slowly walked on. He saw
people with multiple gashes and wounds upon there bodies still
wheezing for air. In and out with subtle twitches in their limbs. He saw
a head but no body. He saw a bodies with no heads. Some bodies were
piled in a heap like rags. Others were burning. Acatl could take it no
longer and retched till he could retch no more. His nose dripping with
mucous. He walked briskly away from the plaza and once out he retched
again and it was there where he cried.