『To the End of Earth』
A butcher knife slashes into the pumpkin, and the noise triggers the chickens who are asleep in the drowsy twilight. Between the smothering flapping and crowing, Elda hunches herself to lay a huge pumpkin upon the lawn in front of the kitchen.
After hours of work, she can finally straighten her starking back and take a moment to enjoy her little achievement. It’s a fresh pumpkin lantern, with a coarse sculpture face on it. If you look closely, you can even discover some remaining seeds sliding down with a drop of pumpkin’s body fluid, corresponding with the distorting face, somehow it does feel like somebody’s head just got cut. Realizing this, Elda suddenly gets a full body chill and escapes back to the kitchen.
“Still making Halloween lanterns?”
A husky voice comes from the deep of the house, following a tall-slender male appearing from the dark.
“You know, family tradition.”
Elda doesn’t look back, just keeps chopping the sweet potatoes that are going to be used for dinner.
“Look at me, Elda.”
The husky voice rises with a little command, but Elda still keeps chopping the sweet potatoes like she didn’t hear, only every chopping becomes harder, like she is trying to defeat the voice from approaching.
For a little while, there is only the knife chopping and the fire crackling in the stove.
“You know I don’t like this.”
One skinny huge hand suddenly shows up and grabs Elda’s arm. This unexpected move shocks her, making her drop the knife she was holding, and that’s the moment she realizes she was cutting too close to her fingers. Watching the knife stick into the chopping board only a few millimeters away from her finger, Elda takes a big breath, then motions the hand releasing her. She turns back facing the tall, slender figure.
He is one head taller than Elda, the dark skin almost assimilating into the ceiling, his cerulean eyes just directly staring at her.
“What are you supposed to say?”
“….Thanks….”
“You know I don’t want to fight you, but I thought the main reason that we took so much effort to escape Paris and stay in this damn hot place is to get away from those pumpkins, skulls and whatsoever.”
“This is what I am talking about! We are in Taiwan! There are just some deer, chickens, and those ching chong mother fuckers over there!! We are here for the things that we weren’t permitted to do!! Like stay away from church on Sunday, marry you, even enjoy that god damn HALLOWEEN!!!!”
Realizing she has gone too far, Elda swallows her emotion back and lowers her head.
“Listen, Gring, I know what you are worrying about, but since we have gone so far, don’t you think it’s time to move on?”
Gring’s hand gently brushes though Elda’s cheek. He knows, of course he knows. Knowing how many sacrifices this blondie girl he is facing has done for him without any hesitation. Never mention what they have done to get away from that repulsive Halloween demon Cahir.
“Elda… We really have no idea how powerful he is, probably he will just bump up in front of us in the next second, but… Screw it, aren’t we doing everything just to enjoy this bloody holiday?”
“Gring…”
“HAHA! Don’t worry! It’s just a Halloween isn’t it? I say let’s have a big one!! Hold on, I’m going to grab some sacks to make a mask!!”
After the words just came out, the crackling fire in the stove suddenly vanished out of nowhere.
The kitchen suddenly became dark, making them realize the night has come for a while.
Elda and Gring rushly search around, trying to grab any information they are able to catch, unfortunately their eyes are still too blind to give them anything right after the light turns out.
Almost like mocking their powerlessness, a killing chilliness and the heavy, air-sticking sweetness are climbing up into their nose and spine.
Despite the legs are shaking like earthquake, Gring still trying to grab the axe lean on the corner of kitchen.
“Protecting Elda” is the only thing he can, and will care about at this very moment, but still, Halloween made a joke on him. When Gring fails to reach the axe, he realizes his feet are glued on the ground by some high viscous slime, no matter how hard he tries to escape it seems all useless.
Compared to Gring’s nervousness, Elda has already picked up a knife when she comes back to consciousness. However, when she finally understands who is standing in front of the kitchen, she knows, no matter what she grabs, they are all useless to face him.
It’s a male figure, not tall, but the beak and antler, even the syrup covers the whole figure, all of them are pecking the limit of human’s sanity. He doesn’t do anything… not yet, just standing in front of the kitchen’s door. Heavy syrup covers his face, can’t tell the expression by that, but one thing definitely for sure is: He is NOT a little boy asking for some candies.
“CANDY……”
With the syrup on the face cracks a gap, a heavy growl sounds like “Candy” comes with a suffocating sweetness drill into their brain.
“NO!!! None of them! Candies are all sold out!! Now get out! GET OUT!!!!!!”
Trying to ignore the fearness, Gring yelling as loud as possible to the figure, wishing the figure can just leave. Obviously, things won’t change by merely yelling, instand, the figure starts to move.
It slides on the syrup which covers the whole ground.
“CANDY…..”
Gring and Elda start to feel the syrup is climbing up their legs, like an army of worms made by syrup.
With the figure approaching, syrup climbs higher and higher, finally covering both of them.
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