Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Bleakman's Bog Pt. 8


So, I was sick all weekend. But don't let that worry you this week's post did not suffer. Now that everything is coming together we will finally be prepared for the shocking finale coming in just one week. That's right next week will conclude Bleakman's Bog.

The First Part. Last Week.
Now please enjoy Part 8 of Bleakman's Bog!

As Olga's shell became warm with life again she stood on her shriveled dead legs. Olga soon realized that her young body was no more. Her skin was sunken and she had shriveled, worn eyes that could hardly see. She had been dead for quite sometime. Vengeance had brought her back, and vengeance showed her a bit of lace on the ground. The lace from that poor girl's dress. The power of vengeance overcame her as she touched the bit from the dress and she saw the truth.
Olga saw the man with the dark eyes offering the child a piece of rock sugar. She saw the man do things, terrible things. Olga saw him bury the girl's body outside his cottage. She saw him leading searches. And lastly Olga saw him “find” the lace in her husband's cellar. Lastly she saw the man's name. He was known as Tobias Stone.
Olga's first task was to get Thomas' body back. But as she walked to the edges of the dead ground she was shocked with agonizing pain. When she could go no further she stood there looking at the good and decent things outside her perimeter of death. An image of a shadow came to her. Another gift of vengeance.
Olga pushed her soul into the blackness. She pushed herself towards what felt like death, but vengeance told her this was the way. Soon everything became black and her body fell to the ground. When she awoke she found herself weaker than she had ever felt.
Somehow, Olga was home. She was sitting in her rocking chair, for how long she did not know. Olga walked down the stairs into the cellar and there she found him. Although his body was torn and battered, Olga knew it was him. It wasn't something she knew by looking at him, but for something told her it was Thomas.
Olga felt so weak. So, she went back to the chair and rested. While Olga slept she dreamed of the man who had caused all her pain. Tobias Stone stayed clear of the towns small children. In fact he took a wife and moved out into the forest. Tobias had a son and he named that boy Duncan Stone. Soon Tobias died, but his son lived pumping the blood of Olga's transgressor through his veins.
The dreams gave Olga no sense of time. It seemed like eternity and an instant, but one day she awoke as a deer was pierced by an arrow. The creature's life was flooding from it, Olga did not let the deer rest. No it would bring Duncan to her. This deer would allow her vengeance. Only a few more components were required to complete the ritual. And Duncan was the first of them.


Olga used Anne's lips to smile. She had placed her body next to Thomas so that they could slumber and grow strong together. Thomas' body as well as her own body looked better than they had before their death. The spells and the power from children had returned the bodies to their prime. All she needed was Duncan and everything would be complete. With Duncan and Anne's souls as sacrifice she would be able to return Thomas and herself back. It would all happen soon she felt Duncan's stumble closer every second.


Dennis followed the call of the witch. Soon perhaps sweet sleep would be allowed, but until then he would do as commanded. He had no other choice. The mists made way for him. Soon the mists opened up to the witch's hovel. He stepped in the door and stood awaiting his next command. Perhaps he might be commanded to sleep. That would be a blessing indeed. If only that would be his next command.


Duncan saw the mists swirling around the entrance to a door. At the entrance he saw Dennis standing in the entryway. Duncan couldn't face that creature again. Dennis had nearly killed him last time. However that did not change what had to happen. Duncan continued his hobbling march. Right to the front door. Right to the monster that had once been Dennis Ironarm. Right to the home of the most evil thing that had ever touched his soul. Right to is Anne. Duncan looked in the door around the still motionless Dennis. In the hovel Duncan saw his beautiful Hanna chained in a corner and Duncan fell to his knees. Nothing could have prepared him for this. Hanna was dead he knew she was dead. But when Hanna looked up from the dirty wood floor she had no life in her eyes. And as he saw the hollowness in her eyes he saw the truth of her. Her skin hung loose in places and was completely gone in others. What had once been her leg was now a shadowy form that sucked the light from the air itself. Duncan could not stand. He now understood that all his effort was for naught. He could not stop the witch everything was futile. It had already ended all those years ago. He had already failed. All was lost.

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