More then death

And here I stand....

Still facing fight or flight and wishing I had kept quiet. Or wait, I did keep quiet and it didn't help. How did this all start? Something to do with the king. He's an unhappy fellow. Don't even consider using humor with him. Or if you do, make sure you install wings first. If I had wings, a quick getaway would have been so stinking easy. I take the first claim back, I did open my mouth and create problems. Now I'm stuck in one of those situations you don't get out of without a miracle. Like, say, an earthquake? No, that's to hopeful. I'm gonna lean toward a greater problem then me for these mean dudes.

Yes, miracles are real! Dreams do come true! I'm not gonna die today! I might die another day but not right now.

You're sitting on the edge of your seat! You're begging me to go on! Or not...but you should be!

And here I stand,

Their leader is making some jeering remark when he walks up to me. Just try it. Go ahead, try and talk to me. He opens his mouth and I put my hand up. Apparently this is an offence. I'm attacked on both sides. Hello random evil minions, how was your day today? Angry looking leader dude comes close enough that his staff can bash me in the head if he wants it too, but not so close as I can inflict pain.

Stink, this guy is semi smart.

I growl at him and then jump back so his staff hits the dirt. Well that was a dumb thing to do, now I have his entire army coming to kill me. Think fast. What to do now? I see a butterfly brightly colored with pinks and blues and greens. It flies down and makes a run of the place. It's moving so fast it's wings are a blur of beautiful color. Then it's gone. Oh wait, wasn't I just getting attacked? Oh great.

And here I stand,
In pain. Never been in so much pain. I need to see blood, please let me be bleeding. No, I'm not leaking. I'm begging for death. Their comander thinks it's a trick, thinks I'm faking it. If I wish I was faking. Please let me be faking! No, still pain. I can't keep my eyes open, it's too much. They're kicking me and I don't care. It feels good to focus on other pain. Somebody grabs my wrist and pulls me up. I'm shreaking, why am I shreaking? The person who grabbed my wrist, they're gonna kill me...

The beginning

And here I stand,
Faced with fight or...well not flight cause I can't fly. Death probably. I don't think they'd leave me alive, but stranger things have happened. Like, how I even got in this situation to begin with. How did it all start? I wonder how many people standing in the middle of a group of kills think back to why. Why is a really hard question to ask, especially when considering escape options. Let me tell ya, there aren't many. And that's just my point, there are very little ways to go other then death, why would you ask me why? Oh wait, I asked why, didn't I. Or did I? Was I really asking why, or was I just wondering how many people do ask why?
How did all of this start?
Oh yeah, I was considering that a why. Have I lost you yet, or am I making sort of sense? Let's reveiw. I'm standing facing fight or die, and I'm wondering why. Wouldn't you wonder too? Too many questions, I know. Let's move on.