Darky: A Short Story

Darky Gardiner, shoved by the burly guards who dragged him out of the hospital, crumpled helplessly on the sodden muddy grounds of the parade. He had always hated the way the mud was either sticky or sloppy, and how it would stubbornly stick like a second skin that no amount of scrubbing would strip it away. With sickening determination, crimson blood gushed from the garish cuts he sported and created a trail of a million red flowers.
Amid the lush jungle foliage, monkeys frantically swung from branch-to-branch while screeching in hysteria. The feeling of dread bestowed upon Darky; the monkeys always turned psychotic when a brutal death was brewing near, as if they were screaming to the prisoners to get the hell out of there. With an unrelenting

Like worms, the sickest prisoners were writhing around in the front row; while behind, the ones who could almost stand used fitter prisoners as their support, gripping onto them as if their life depended on it. Some prisoners had eyes that were haunted with the deaths they witnessed daily, while others had eyes which were hollow and devoid of any emotions. The prisoners’ eyelids drooped so low that they appeared to be sleeping standing up. Drool seeped out the corner of their lips, frothing at the point of exit, oozing down to their untamed beards and mixing with dirt and dried flecks of blood. Their cock rags, which acted as a blanket to preserve what little dignity they had left, hung haphazardly on their bony hips. In a sluggish manner they moved, shuffling along the mudpools like sandbags were tied to their ankles. A rock would have had more bloody joy and enthusiasm than these men

With raucous savagery, he reared up on his hind legs and used his immense strength to claw and swipe at Darky, inflicting as much pain as possible. He dodged the flying limbs of the other, malicious, participating guards, coiling his tail like a whip, waiting for the most opportune moment to strike. The sheer ferocity of the Goanna’s assaults robbed the Black Prince of all will he had left to give. Darky squeaked at the Goanna to spare some mercy on him. The passion within the Goanna set his eyes alight and satisfied the bottomless pit in which represents his hunger to inflict pain upon the