Sedequa’s spine seared as the screeches
Shook the museum, the man with the
Dark eyes swiftly looked around—cracks—crumble.
The giant statue in front of the
Two strangers quivered as cracks spread all
Throughout the winged beast’s body. It’s large
Eyes lit up red and the beast came to
Life. It roared as it shook off the stone
Chips that once engulfed its body. They
Were real. Panic quickly swept across
The museum, screams of deathly sights
Flooding the building. Sedequa
Watched, her legs frozen, as a large cat
Statue went from gray to a vibrant
Green covered in pink spikes and pounced on
A young woman running to the door.
It devoured her. “Get down,” the man
Shouted, wrapping his arms around her
Waist and rolling to the floor as the
Winged monster flew over, fangs ready
To rip into human flesh. They were
Alive and hungry, tearing through the
Museum and breaking through windows
And walls. They were craving flesh, yearning
To be free. Free to hunt, free to kill,
Just as Sedequa pined for freedom.
