The Adopted One

Three sisters were lost in Antarctica. Cold, alone and hungry. The youngest of all, Jeleus was only 18. She was adopted and this was her 18th birthday. Her gift was to go hiking, but they ended up getting lost. The two other sisters, Lana and Dana were blood relatives, twins to be exact were both 22.

They hiked into a cave and lit a lantern that had been part of an emergency kit. The youngest off all had gotten terribly pale and frozen looking. Lana and Dana thought nothing of it as they put the lantern out and retired to the piles they made on the floor and went to sleep.

Jeleus stayed awake. Her body was soar and she could see everything clearly. There were other people in the cave. People that were not there when the lights were on. They watched her as though they were afraid. There had to be about twelve people in there. They were all leaning against the walls shivering. The hairs on her arms and neck stood up.

“Who are you?” She spoke but no one answered. They just looked at each other, then back at her. Her stomach had began to make the most unbearable noises and the people that aligned the walls threw their hands over their ears and began to scream a piercing scream, causing her too, to cover her ears, but the noise was coming through and tearing away at the tissues and skin of her hands.

Jeleus examined her hands in fear and started to scream even louder. She attempted to wake Dana but was unsuccessful. She had gotten so angry from her non-responsive sister that she grabbed Dana’s hair and yanked it, detaching her entire head. The screaming stopped. Her palms were missing. And she was still angry. Rage had taken over her. On the inside, she wanted so badly to stop herself but the good in her wasn’t strong enough.

She looked around at all of the frightened figures and took a bite out of Dana’s head. Lana, fast asleep, had no idea what was taking place.

There wasn’t quite enough meat on the head for Jeleus so she dismembered the entire body and ate away at it starting with the arms. She licked her lips and sucked the bones.

Finishing the entire body, she crawled up in the spot Dana previously laid and now the blood was splattered. She was full and satisfied.

When Lana woke up the next morning, she looked around the room for Dana, who was missing. Out of panic, she reached and turned Jeleus over and spotted the blood around her mouth, down her neck and bones Jeleus had been cradling fell out of her arms. Lana began to scream and pushed Jeleus away from her.

Jeleus hit the cave wall, her head with more force than the rest of her body, splattered.  Lana scrabbled out of the cave and back into snowy nowhere, hoping to get home before dark.

 

Three sisters were lost in Antarctica. Cold, alone and hungry. The youngest of all, Jeleus was only 18. She was adopted and this was her 18th birthday. Her gift was to go hiking, but they ended up getting lost. The two other sisters, Lana and Dana were blood relatives, twins to be exact were both 22.

They hiked into a cave and lit a lantern that had been part of an emergency kit. The youngest off all had gotten terribly pale and frozen looking. Lana and Dana thought nothing of it as they put the lantern out and retired to the piles they made on the floor and went to sleep.

Jeleus stayed awake. Her body was soar and she could see everything clearly. There were other people in the cave. People that were not there when the lights were on. They watched her as though they were afraid. There had to be about twelve people in there. They were all leaning against the walls shivering. The hairs on her arms and neck stood up.

“Who are you?” She spoke but no one answered. They just looked at each other, then back at her. Her stomach had began to make the most unbearable noises and the people that aligned the walls threw their hands over their ears and began to scream a piercing scream, causing her too, to cover her ears, but the noise was coming through and tearing away at the tissues and skin of her hands.

Jeleus examined her hands in fear and started to scream even louder. She attempted to wake Dana but was unsuccessful. She had gotten so angry from her non-responsive sister that she grabbed Dana’s hair and yanked it, detaching her entire head. The screaming stopped. Her palms were missing. And she was still angry. Rage had taken over her. On the inside, she wanted so badly to stop herself but the good in her wasn’t strong enough.

She looked around at all of the frightened figures and took a bite out of Dana’s head. Lana, fast asleep, had no idea what was taking place.

There wasn’t quite enough meat on the head for Jeleus so she dismembered the entire body and ate away at it starting with the arms. She licked her lips and sucked the bones.

Finishing the entire body, she crawled up in the spot Dana previously laid and now the blood was splattered. She was full and satisfied.

When Lana woke up the next morning, she looked around the room for Dana, who was missing. Out of panic, she reached and turned Jeleus over and spotted the blood around her mouth, down her neck and bones Jeleus had been cradling fell out of her arms. Lana began to scream and pushed Jeleus away from her.

Jeleus hit the cave wall, her head with more force than the rest of her body, splattered.  Lana scrabbled out of the cave and back into snowy nowhere, hoping to get home before dark.