Metamorphosis pt. 3

I awoke in the middle of the night feeling strangely well-rested for having slept in a tree. I guessed my new body enjoyed the idea of something that hard and sharp underneath me. I looked to the city that I once called my home to see that it was full of life. It seemed that every building was emitting light that captivated me. I saw a glimpse of the carnival that started this disaster. It shone a bright orange that contrasted the white light lunging towards me from the rest of the city.

I started flying towards the bright orange aura engulfing the dominating ferris wheel. My wings were at full strength after the much needed recharge. As I flew through the night sky, I once again felt that exhilarating feeling of flight. The wind rushed past my face and beneath my wings as they fluttered about gracefully. I flew by windows and heard the occasional screams I had expected. People below me looked up in awe. It was a feeling I wasn't used to, being the center of attention.

As I approached the ever-luminescent orange light, I suddenly grew weary. As though the same light that had brought to the fair-grounds were sucking the life out of me. I slowly descended onto the unsuspecting people below as the sounds of awe turned into screams of terror. I was soon on the ground looking at the swarm of people surrounding me. Most of the faces held looks of disgust, others showed disbelief and curiosity.

A bright light then shone over the crowd as they quickly and peculiarly dispersed. My curiosity was soon answered as I was hit by a truck. In the first four hundred millisecond, my abdomen was crushed under the sheer force of the impact. In the next six hundred milliseconds all my legs were broken one by one, some even left my body completely. The following second found me being dragged along the asphalt as parts of my underside ripped off me and scattered towards the fleeing crowd. In the final half second of my life, My head rolled off my shoulders and I was found dead. The truck stopped a couple of seconds later covered in blood. My body stayed on the street for the rest of the night. Parts of me were hit by oncoming traffic. Until a rain shower slowly but surely washed me down into the sewers.

Life for the city went on as usual since that day. The Carnival closed up and moved to another city a few days after. My mourning family never learned the truth of my disappearance. After a week or so of searching, the police department gave up on ever finding my body. My rotting carcass stayed in the sewers for a few more weeks until it finally washed into the ocean and I was feasted upon by scavengers of the deep. Next year, the carnival would return again along with the laughter of children, the smell of funnel cakes, and of course the creepy lady in red peering over her crystal ball.