Monkey's Paw: A Narrative Fiction

Taking defense, I aimed my fist into its stomach, pummeling it as though it was a battering ram until finally, the bird crumpled. When it was apparent the peacock was no longer moving, I cast it aside. Examining my hands, I could now see they were scratched, covered in blood. What had I just done?
To my horror, up above, I watched three more silver bird perches lower. I glanced to my side, now noticing the chaos ensuing all around. More peacocks were on the floor, charging, assaulting. Maidens shrieking, vanities knocked into, lavender curtains pulled, broken bottles spilling into the tubs, and new sets of perches descending. It was all madness, but how could I make it stop?
“Help, please, help!” I heard one of the maiden's shrieks as a peacock …show more content…
Immediately, I tore from the ground into a sprint then lunged, knocking the peacock off the maiden. A fighting frenzy began, another peacock hurtled past me, and swiftly, I snatched it by its neck. I punched, kicked, and clawed. Then, as if the moment had paused, I spotted Gemma, but what was she doing? She was running from one bath to the next, dumping the contents of the right bottles in and dashing to the next. She was changing the pools lavender. She was reversing the effects!
Just then, more peacocks came rushing forward, springing on top of me. The more I fought and yelled, the faster they came. Soon a whole muster of peacocks was flapping around me, all I could see were green feather and silver talons. I let out a howl of pain. The fight was becoming unbearable. There were too many. I didn’t know how much more he could take. Then, right before my very eyes, all of the peacocks burst into flames disappearing into a cloud of ash. They were …show more content…
They propped my head and began lifting my shoulders and legs. Just then, I felt a sharp stab. My body ached all over. “Wait, what are you doing?
“While you were fighting the peacocks, we were able to change the water’s toxicity and gather all twelve rings,” she quickly explained. “As soon as we did, the door opened, and the peacocks vanished...that’s when you passed out.”
My face screwed in confusion, and I began feeling my body rise. I was being lifted.
“We also learned that the purple water is healing,” said Gemma as the maidens quickly carried my body toward the nearest tub. “We need to get you in right away. You have some pretty severe wounds. We have already washed and healed ourselves. The water is soothing.” Awkwardly, the maidens lowered my feet into the tub. Instantly, I felt a stinging, stabbing sensation, that was soon replaced by a warm comfort. The water really did feel good. Gently, the maiden’s eased my whole body in, letting the water envelope over my head. Like a soft warm blanket, the water caressed me, dissolving away any aches and soreness I had previously felt. After some time, I felt strong enough to help lift himself