Counting all the Monsters ( My Ending )
First I want to thank everyone who took my challenge head on. I thought the creativity was different, the styles wonderful and the compassion for Jenny Camacho monumental. Everyone brought a different fresh perspective to the ending of my Monsters.. I was so caught up in the ending I had to write my own ending.. One that you all avoided.. Jodah was the closes..LOL..
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Frank Atanacio's Ending
Sweat ran down Jenny Camacho’s face and the strain was starting to really show. She wanted to be with her family and friends. That hope still burned inside her and if pure will could get her to her goal faster, she’d will harder and longer. As it was, only fear glided seamlessly through the open forest. Jenny knew that she was the only one who escaped but was not so certain that she was better off than the other victims. Of course she was alive and they were dead, but death just seemed inevitable. Waiting for it to come is what drove her crazy. Sometimes she felt the forest was coming to life and at other times everything was dead. Everything around her was quiet and nothing moved. She couldn’t even hear the branches breaking beneath her feet. Those were the times she had to feel positive, she needed that positive tone which could help wipe away some of the lingering fear of her captor.
Suddenly all the sounds returned. She heard the monster moving through the brush. It was odd because she watched him move softly and silently across the forest like a ghost. He was walking with no hesitation, no discord. It was as if fear could hear his voice and guide him through the forest; evil reaching out to him with a deep soothing sensation of approval, collecting death and hatred binding them together in a special moment of balance.
Jenny Camacho couldn’t just sit still anymore. She had to push ahead, and she was the only one with a twinge of doubt. Hatred and evil couldn’t be that balanced. It must have been her mind playing tricks on her.
The socio-path was heading in the other direction and this was good news for her. She was tired and she had to fight off the sleep. However, if she were to lose to sleep, he’d be heading in the wrong direction. Perhaps that was buying her a little more time.
She fell to her knees and her eyes were growing unaccountably heavy. She then fell on her back and the leaves above her quietly took on the shapes of monsters. She started counting all the monsters in the trees. The shadows of the night owls passed her in silence. The night creatures began waking from their daytime slumber, stirring and visiting her with curiosity. However, she did not move. She did not wake to greet them, nor challenge them. Jenny Camacho was lost in sleep. The night creatures melted from the shadows and walked over her resting form, some stopped for a sniff or two, but quickly moved on.
Without a word they dispersed not even leaving a single guardian there to protect her why she slept. There were things to be done, food to be gathered, and a forest to forage in. The night creatures moved around the forest grounds as if they were conducting a ritual. They were challenging the food chain and making meals of one another. All of this while Jenny Camacho rested in peace.
Suddenly there was a screaming voice haunting her mind. The screams seemed to grow stronger as her sleep intensified. The screaming grew louder and louder, but there was no sign of anyone in pain.
On the ground, Jenny Camacho was lying in a heap, face sweating and her eyes glazed. Her pulse was oddly weak, but steady, and her breathing, though very slow, was also regular. This was everything that appeared outside her head. Inside her mind was total chaos, there was panic everywhere, and the screaming was relentless. Then suddenly it just got worse.
There was a large wild animal coming her way. The overgrowth of the jungle hindered it a bit, but the wild animal had its eyes set on Jenny Camacho. Every step it made toward the sleeping Camacho slowed. The animal looked bewildered. It was wondering why his prey wasn’t running or challenging. The wild animal was then greeted by another, and still another as the pack just grew larger. They were hungry and there was a food source not more than fifteen feet away. Darkness was in full swing and there was nothing shielding her against scavenging animals.
In Jenny Camacho’s head the situation was growing out of control. There was the loud screaming that only involved one voice. The pack of animals was even calmer and focused as their shadows rose to lend the forest and the moon an eerie luminescence. There was nothing the sleeping Jenny Camacho could do as the vibration of death finally worked its way up through the ground and into her bones.
© 2014 Frank Atanacio
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