Blackbirds

My best friend Anthony had the habit of going hunting together. Like all best friends in Colorado, we would climb up the Rockies, spot birds, and fire. The mountains were covered in cold blankets of fresh winter snow even during the summer. But today, something was off. The birds were circling around in the sky in a perfect circle in an oddly geometric motion. Excited, Anthony suggested we trot down there to shoot the birds, because their motions would be easy to predict. However, when we got there we saw the most horrible site.

It was a creature. The creature's body seemed humanoid, but his legs and arms had their bone extruding out of the skin. It's skin had rotting cut in the shape of birds that smothered it like a tattoo addict. The monster's only orifice was it's moist mouth; the spongy tongue stuck out like a man in a suit at Woodstock. The horror was too much and I had to scream.

Anthony whipped out his rifle and shot the thing straight in the forehead as it lunged towards us. BAM! The monster was down. Wee stood in silence; an earth-shattering, mind-bending, unholy, horrific silence.

BAM! A block of wood was launched straight at Anthony's head. While watching blood flow out of his brain like syrup on Canadian pancakes, a second block hit me in the back. As I faded out of consciousness, I heard the footsteps of a light foot-tapping. Then suddenly, I awoke to the face of a child. She was a cold, colorless looking thing. Incredibly malnourished, her stomach was bulbous with water weight. She was completely naked and part of her skin was covered by a leafy bandage. Her long orange hair covered her eyes. She would grunt as she made excited noised.

As soon as I was awake, she hit me with another block of wood. I awoke on a table, covered in a mixture of human and animal remains. Smothered in this same viscous organic-concoction was the little girl. She brandished a sharpened piece of stone and told me "Sing a song of Sixpence." She followed it up with "a pocket full of rye," as she cut my mouth open side to side. My tongue was force to flop out like a wet sponge. She sang "Four and twenty black birds" as she slowly carved deep avian-markings all  over my body.

She continued "baked in a pie" as she slowly throw the skin from the cuts into a pot. She sang on "When the pie was opened, the birds began to sing." Then blackbirds flew and ate the skin form the pot. "Wasn't that a dainty dish set before the king" she sang as she slurped up the remaining skin. Th king was in his counting house, counting out his money" she sang while her stone slashed the hairs off my legs. "The queen was in the parlor, eating bread and honey" as she cropped the hair from my chest. "The maid was in the garden, hanging out the clothes." She cut the hair off my head. Finally, she sang "When down came a blackbird and pecked off her nose." She slashed out my nose, ears, and broke both of my limbs. She shoved me down a short hill, and I immediately charged for the woods. I saw two men and ran to ask them for help. One screamed while the other whipped out his rifle and...