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Serpent by KKC Bauder
SERPENT
BY GAGE
Illustrated by
KKC Bauder


Serpents, or rather, snakes were the most evil, scary, dangerous reptile on earth. That's what Chris Orson thought. Snakes were his least favorite animals. He despised them. Right now, Chris was scared stiff, because his mother had brought him to the zoo and went home, and he was looking a snake in the face.

"Bye, Mom," Chris said as his mom's car drove down the road. "Bye, sweetie," she said. The car vanished. Chris turned around and went to the ape section. After looking at the primates climbing around, he went to the giraffe section. He stopped abruptly.

In front of him was Tyler, the meanest bully in school. His head bounced off Tyler's chest as he suddenly stopped. "Uh, hi Tyler," Chris stammered. He was frightened. "Hey, Chris," greeted Tyler, shoving Chris backwards. Chris tried to ignore him.

"Just. . .not today Tyler. Just tell me what you want," Chris said, looking at the ground. Tyler jammed his knee in Chris's stomach. "I wanna hurt you," Tyler shouted. He kicked Chris in the shin. Chris bent down and grimaced, shouting, "Stop it, stupid!" Chris said that before his brain told him that it was not a good thing to say.

"What did you call me?" Tyler asked, backhanding Chris in the mouth. Chris wiped the blood from his lips. "Nothin'," he spat. Tyler dope-slapped Chris. Chris rubbed his head. "Here," he said, handing out some crumpled dollar bills. Tyler grinned as he tore the money from Chris.

He jumped, shouting, "AH! RUN!" Chris ran from Tyler, Tyler chasing him with fists raised. Chris was trapped in the snake building. Snakes slithered in their glass cages. Chris was petrified.

Tyler raced in, delivering punishing blows to Chris, and slammed his face into a boa's glass. The snake was inches from his face, the only thing between them was glass. Flimsy glass. Glass that could break from, say, a boa strike.

"Does that SCARE you Chris?" Tyler mused. The glass fogged under Chris's breath.

"I bet it does," the boa said, and slammed it's head into the glass, it's forked tongue lashing outwards.

The entire scene played out way too fast for Chris to recognize that the snake had spoken. All he knew was that slivers of glass were slicing his cheeks. He heard Tyler yelp in agony, but he was focusing on the snake. There it was, his greatest fear, unleashed.

He tried to run away. And that is where we left off in the beginning.

The snake cornered him. Tyler was on the floor, tenderly rubbing where the glass had cut him. The snake was after Chris. It reared up, preparing to strike. Without knowing it, Chris spoke:

"Felo torma giro sey. Tap 'ye nero gonj," he gibbered. He didn't know why his jaw was moving. The words felt. . . .natural. The snake had frozen from shock. "It knows Snake-Language!" it cowered. "But it cannot know the Curse of Pains!"

Chris was pondering what that was when his mouth formed words. "Tore' Fiyo!" it chanted. The incantation activated immediately. "It knows it!" the boa screamed as it twisted and flopped in unbearable pain. It corkscrewed it's back in agony.

Then, it fell motionless. Tyler was up, staring at him. "Did it have a heart attack or somethin'?" he asked in surprise. Chris gasped, "Didn't you hear it talking?" Tyler shook his head, eyebrows raised. He then bolted out of the room, in fear that the snake wasn't dead.

Chris knew it was dead, and reluctantly examined it. It wasn't warm, it was freezing cold. But it had only been lifeless for seconds! It's body temperature had dropped significantly. Did it have to do with cold-bloodedness?

He rushed out of the room. It was pitch-black. But his watch said it was 4:00! Was it wrong? He looked for his mom. He ran to the parking lot. Near a dumpster, was a homeless man. He was covered in rags and trash. A serpent tattoo was on his forearm.

"Hey kid," he said. Chris stepped back. Stranger alert. "Hey. . ." he said awkwardly, stepping back. "So you can talk to snakes," the man said. How did he know that?!!? "Yeah. . . ."

"You want help takin' down that bully?"

"Uh, who do you mean?" Chris asked silkily.

The man laughed. "Tyler." Chris was slowly beginning to trust the man. No, wait. . . He was somehow drawn to the foreign man. "Yes," Chris said. "Yes I do." The man stuck out his forearm. Without warning, Chris chanted spells.

"Come out, snake. Viyro nef siriuj vc. Tore' Fiyo!" The man squirmed in incredible pain, then stopped with relief. The snake leapt from his body. Chris followed its path, and so did the stranger. Tyler was standing near a snake pit, over a railing.

"What are ya doing here?" he sneered. Chris, unknowingly, commanded the snake to bite Tyler. Which it did. Tyler flipped over the railing, the snake's fangs still clinging to his arm. He fell down to the snakes below.

Wait! Chris thought. What did I just do? What happened?

He, not thinking, flung himself into the pit. "Wait!" the man screamed. "I gave you the magnificent power to talk to serpents! When you placed that curse on the snake that tried to hurt you, and said 'Tore' Fiyo', I gave you that power.

You see, I have been tracking you down, Chris. I was there at your birth! For I. . .am your godfather. My name is Cyrus the Snake, but you have never known me. I have discovered your secret--you are afraid of snakes!

I want my revenge! Your parents would not let me take you, even though I am your godfather! So I gave you the power to talk to your fear, in hope you would like me and thank me. I gave you what you wanted! I let you kill your enemy! And this is how you repay me? Now you must die!" Tyler was not dead, he was in a corner. Chris was shocked.

He had just found out he had a godfather that let him talk to snakes and now wants to destroy him. Why wouldn't he be confused? The snakes were after Chris from the man's order.

"Firet jou likp bvsq!" The snakes stopped. Then, in formation, they attacked the man. Yes! thought Chris. We're safe!

Then the snakes circled Chris. He felt the first one rip into his neck. He probed the wound. Two neat holes from the fangs. They were all on top of him, blocking out every single bit of sunlight.

* * *

"What is wrong with my son?!" Mrs. Orson screamed. The doctor heavily sighed, looking at Chris who was lying on the surgeon table, in a coma. "He has a disease that causes a coma. He might never wake up."

Mrs. Orson's eyes lost their focus.

"He will."

The doctor stood up. "The disease is named Serpentio. No one knows why. Maybe it's what he's thinking about. Maybe it's a coincidence." He sighed. "Good-bye." When he left the room, Chris started jerking, as if in terrible pain. She put her hand in his hair.

Poor Chris. Tears blurred the corners of her eyes. "He will come back." Then, almost by magic, two neat holes mystically appeared on his neck. Like a vampire. . .or serpent. . .had bitten him. Then the blood started to flow.


The End

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Gage About the Author: Gage

Gage is a talented 15-year-old author from Florida who began writing for Phoophie Tales at the age of 12. In his free time, he enjoys acting, video games, reading and writing stories. What inspires Gage is reading other great horror stories and wanting to make his own to inspire others.



about the illustrator, kkc bauder

About the Artist:

KKC is a second generation artist from Texas. She was raised on abstract expressionism and loves playing with line, color and motion to create free-form paintings that can be interpretated in many different ways. Her work is inspired by Music and Literature. You can visit her art shop at: Cool Unique Original Art | apparel & gifts



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