Prince of Darkness 3
3
I've never seen crows in such number, filled with anger, shouting in their annoying voices.It seemed like they were all saying, "KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!"
We ducked again. Still Safe.
But a big question, for how long were we safe?
Peter had a wound on his shoulder, and a crow must have hit him. It was bleeding.
And one thing was clear. If we stood there only, this was going to be our last day on earth.
"We must get down!" Peter said, "Before they attack us again!"
He was right. But how were we supposed to do that? Means, they were flying around, and they could attack us while we were moving down.
But I had an idea.
"We will be moving when they take a turn, and it will give us time to safely reach our bikes. What do you think?" I asked for an opinion.
"Sounds good!" he said.
But now, we had a new problem arising. Those crows were revolving over our heads. We have to induce them to move far and take a turn.
Well, it was okay if they move far away, but that was never going to happen.
So, one of us had to stand and show up. And I was the risk-taker. I already told Peter to move fast before they come and take the flesh out of our bones.
Collecting all the strength I was left with, and I stood up.
Waving my hand, I shouted, "Hey! See you here, niggas! Catch me if you can!"
And my idea hit the bull's eye. They all flew towards me, and I ducked with the perfect timings.
They went straight for the turn. And the time came, we were eagerly waiting.
"RUN!" I shouted, and what I saw, just broke my heart. Peter was already half a way down. Well, that's not what a good friend would do to leave a friend alone.
But, at least I could hurry now.
I passed the half and saw that those creepy crows were coming back. I hurried down and jumped from a height more than nine feet.
I rolled down on the ground.
Peter was already on his bike, waiting for me, "Come faster!" he shouted.
I stood up, ran, grabbed my bike, and started paddling as fast as a rocket.
Well, if the rocket used to move like a motorbike.
Paddling hard, I saw upwards. All crows were just above us, following us.
But what have we done?
Have I ever killed someone of their gang? What do they call each other? 'Crispy Crow Gang' or something?
SHIT.
I was scared, frightened, angry, hungry, and thirsty all at the same extreme time.
No one on the road, and even there were just few houses, and we were heading out of the city.
NO HELP!
Was it a curse or something?
And why we? Why not somebody else?
All my muscles are painful, especially my legs.
I could hear the voices of crows. They were right above us. Not even a little far. Just above us.
But soon, the voices became creepier. And I knew the reason.
They were lowering themselves and getting ready for the attack.
But then, "Got an escape!" Peter shouted.
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