Death of the Poet boy
Fire raged. The Hex laughed loudly, a sinister laugh, full of evil.
”Die die diee!” The Hex screeched somewhere above, over the burning rooftops.
The boy ran so fast that his legs felt like acid. He made a turn and ducked behind a large container. A sack squeaked under him. The boy jumped and turned, ready to strangle anything there was to.
Two eyes stared with fear in them. Fire lighet the small, ragged face.
”Where is it?!” the boy yelled.
A screeching sound went over them. The boy threw himself backwards against a brick wall. He demanded again, louder.
”Where is it?!”
He got no answer from the feary eyes. He paced to the corner, peeked around. The Hex circled around the town hall’s roof. An intense rumble went off. The boy felt the ground tremor lightly. He peeked again, and he saw a brick or two dropping from the town halls’ clocktower. He turned and ran down the alley, made a turn to right. He was heading to the town hall.
The houses were on fire ahead of him, but it looked like he could make it through the alley if he was quick enough. He stopped before a door for no reason apparent.
A man trashed through the door, flaming, screaming from pain. The man ran into the opposite wall and collapsed there. Flames came inside the house. The boy knew he couldn’t go this way.
The Hex was somewhere far, but the boy could hear the screeching sounds.
The boy came back to the alley. The sack was gone. He peeked once more around the corner. Houses burned on both sides of the wide cobbled street. It looked like he could make it unnoticed, if he would run fast from cover to cover.
He started, and a smaller tremor was felt below. The tight-fitted cobblestones jumped up from the street.
He got near the town hall. Behing a cart he was crouching, and felt tremors. He looked down. It was his feet this time, not the ground.
A huge thud. Another. Third. Footsteps. It was Rivet.
Rivet walked slowly, menacingly, into sight from an alley. The boy crouched behind the cartwheel, he listened to the footsteps.
Screeching started to come closer. It was too close already! No way he could not have realised it, The Hex had to walk to get so close without him noticing it!
