Excerpt of "Bodies" by Drowning Pool
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floooooor
Beaten why for (why for)
Can't take much more
Here we go!
Here we go!
Here we go!
One - Nothing wrong with me
Two - Nothing wrong with me
Three - Nothing wrong with me
Four - Nothing wrong with me
One - Something's got to give
Two - Something's got to give
Three - Something's got to give
Now
The little elven girl crashed into Marisse at full stride, then slid and fell on the wet cobblestone street. The girl sat there for a long moment, her breeches dirtied and wet from the impact. Marisse stood still. There was dull ache in her side where the elf had slammed into her body, but she refused to show any sign of pain.
She really didn?t expect to see a child this late at night on the dark streets of Dockside. Even though it was full a moon, the sky was full of clouds from a recent thunderstorm that had rolled in from the sea, causing the streets to become pitch black. As she sat on the damp street, the little elf pulled at her breeches in an attempt to straighten out her clothes. Suddenly, a female?s voice cried out in elvish from the distance. ?Ayla, Manke naa lle?? The little girl, obviously recognized the voice, most likely her mother?s, for Marisse recognized the look of panic on the little elf?s face. Marisse understood the language and knew the voice was calling out to inquire where the girl, obviously named Ayla, might be. Marisse took a couple of steps toward the girl and crouched down before her. ?Why were you running in such a hurry, little one?? Marisse asked in the common tongue.
?Because I felt like it,? Ayla said.
Marisse?s full lips curved upward in a smile. Good answer, she thought. Children were not usually allowed to be out so late. Their parents didn?t usually approve of such. This little elf had courage.
?Ayla!? The voice rang out again, the tone full of panic.
?She won?t like you being out this late.? Marisse said.
The little elf?s eyes welled up with tears suddenly and she reached for Marisse?s hand. A scream resounded behind them. ?Get away from my granddaughter, you wench!? Marisse turned just in time to see an elderly elven woman, swing a walking stick at her head. With an almost unnatural grace and swiftness, Marisse ducked the blow then quickly stood and pulled the wooden stick from the woman?s hand.
?You were really going to strike me with that?? Marisse asked the woman, though her tone was calm with no inclination of anger.
Marisse didn?t wait for an answer. The manicured fingernails of her free hand extended, forming deadly talon-like claws. With a speed the human eye could barely follow, she swung her arm gracefully outward, her razor sharp claws ripping open the tender flesh of the older elf's throat. A spray of blood and gore splattered across the brick wall that lined the street. The elf, her mouth gaping open like a hooked fish, dropped slowly to her knees. Her hands were grasping desperately at her throat, in attempt to stop the torrent of blood spraying from the viscous wounds in her neck. She tried to scream but the only sound she could manage to put forth was a gurgling, for blood had filled the woman?s throat. Marisse watched the lifeless body slump over onto the street as she lifted a talon-tipped finger to her lower lip. She ran a claw along the full curve, her tongue tracing the tip as she tasted Ayla?s grandmother?s blood.
A frightened sob from behind her, brought Marisse's attention back to the little elf still sitting on the wet cobblestone street. The girl was in shock. Tears were flowing freely down her cheeks as she sat there frozen in place by terror. The girl?s eyes were opened wide as she stared at the lifeless body of her grandmother. After retracting her claws, Marisse let the walking stick drop to the cobblestones and she scooped up the little girl by the waist, holding the girl to her chest with one arm, her free hand resting atop Ayla's head gently. The girl was paralyzed with fear and could not put up any resistance.
Marisse stroked the elf's hair soothingly with her hand and whispered lightly into her ear. ?There . . . there, little one. Everything will be fine . . . you will see. We must go find Zandramaschal. You will be quite the little morsel to sate his hunger when he awakes."
Marisse cradled the young elf in her arms as she walked along the cobblestones, soon disappearing into the shadows of night.
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floooooor
Beaten why for (why for)
Can't take much more
Here we go!
Here we go!
Here we go!
One - Nothing wrong with me
Two - Nothing wrong with me
Three - Nothing wrong with me
Four - Nothing wrong with me
One - Something's got to give
Two - Something's got to give
Three - Something's got to give
Now
The little elven girl crashed into Marisse at full stride, then slid and fell on the wet cobblestone street. The girl sat there for a long moment, her breeches dirtied and wet from the impact. Marisse stood still. There was dull ache in her side where the elf had slammed into her body, but she refused to show any sign of pain.
She really didn?t expect to see a child this late at night on the dark streets of Dockside. Even though it was full a moon, the sky was full of clouds from a recent thunderstorm that had rolled in from the sea, causing the streets to become pitch black. As she sat on the damp street, the little elf pulled at her breeches in an attempt to straighten out her clothes. Suddenly, a female?s voice cried out in elvish from the distance. ?Ayla, Manke naa lle?? The little girl, obviously recognized the voice, most likely her mother?s, for Marisse recognized the look of panic on the little elf?s face. Marisse understood the language and knew the voice was calling out to inquire where the girl, obviously named Ayla, might be. Marisse took a couple of steps toward the girl and crouched down before her. ?Why were you running in such a hurry, little one?? Marisse asked in the common tongue.
?Because I felt like it,? Ayla said.
Marisse?s full lips curved upward in a smile. Good answer, she thought. Children were not usually allowed to be out so late. Their parents didn?t usually approve of such. This little elf had courage.
?Ayla!? The voice rang out again, the tone full of panic.
?She won?t like you being out this late.? Marisse said.
The little elf?s eyes welled up with tears suddenly and she reached for Marisse?s hand. A scream resounded behind them. ?Get away from my granddaughter, you wench!? Marisse turned just in time to see an elderly elven woman, swing a walking stick at her head. With an almost unnatural grace and swiftness, Marisse ducked the blow then quickly stood and pulled the wooden stick from the woman?s hand.
?You were really going to strike me with that?? Marisse asked the woman, though her tone was calm with no inclination of anger.
Marisse didn?t wait for an answer. The manicured fingernails of her free hand extended, forming deadly talon-like claws. With a speed the human eye could barely follow, she swung her arm gracefully outward, her razor sharp claws ripping open the tender flesh of the older elf's throat. A spray of blood and gore splattered across the brick wall that lined the street. The elf, her mouth gaping open like a hooked fish, dropped slowly to her knees. Her hands were grasping desperately at her throat, in attempt to stop the torrent of blood spraying from the viscous wounds in her neck. She tried to scream but the only sound she could manage to put forth was a gurgling, for blood had filled the woman?s throat. Marisse watched the lifeless body slump over onto the street as she lifted a talon-tipped finger to her lower lip. She ran a claw along the full curve, her tongue tracing the tip as she tasted Ayla?s grandmother?s blood.
A frightened sob from behind her, brought Marisse's attention back to the little elf still sitting on the wet cobblestone street. The girl was in shock. Tears were flowing freely down her cheeks as she sat there frozen in place by terror. The girl?s eyes were opened wide as she stared at the lifeless body of her grandmother. After retracting her claws, Marisse let the walking stick drop to the cobblestones and she scooped up the little girl by the waist, holding the girl to her chest with one arm, her free hand resting atop Ayla's head gently. The girl was paralyzed with fear and could not put up any resistance.
Marisse stroked the elf's hair soothingly with her hand and whispered lightly into her ear. ?There . . . there, little one. Everything will be fine . . . you will see. We must go find Zandramaschal. You will be quite the little morsel to sate his hunger when he awakes."
Marisse cradled the young elf in her arms as she walked along the cobblestones, soon disappearing into the shadows of night.