Gnome Episode 3, Part 4..
Gnome: The little figure pushed the pot under Joey. It was the Gnome. The Blood in the pot was boiling. The smell burned his nostrils. It sickend Joey to know that was his parents blood. Joeys feet stung, he was hanging from the tendons in his feet. All he wanted was for the pain to end. His life was destroyed, it could not get any worse. There could be no worse pain. Joey was wrong. The pot was on a pentagram, both under Joey. The little Gnome started to jump around in a weird dance, Joey didn't seem to notice. That is untill the blood started to swril on its own. At first it did not chatch his attention, but then the blood formed into a small tornado. Joey looked down,or up he couldnt tell any more, at the pot. The Gnome had a wide smile on his face.
"Welcome home, Joey," the little deamon gnome said, before muttering under his breath something Joey could not hear. Joey felt compelled to see what was going to happen next, he couldn't tear his eyes away from the spectical. Something seemed to be looking at him from the pool of blood, then something long and skinny came out. Joey thought he was imagining things, untill something came out to join the first. Then three more shot out and slowly started to rise. They were long grusome things centered around a stump. A hand. There was a giant hand rising out of the pot. Joey tried to scream out in pure horror, nothing came out. He tried to get free. There was no more pain in his feet, he kicked wildly and blood spilled every where. Joey felt the demonic hand grip his chest. He didnt know what to do, or how to escape. It tighted its grip, Joey felt the great claws tear through his skin. More blood flowed. Bones were crushed, skin cut and destroyed. Joey never relised that he was screaming. He felt his back bone snap, the skin being ripped, his insides being ripped apart. The hand shot downward, and Joey felt a searing pain in his stomic. The last thing he saw was his own legs hanging there.
Back in the basement the Gnome watched the whole spectial. A horrible demonic hand shot up and ripped Joey in half. The rest of Joey's body was still hanging from the ceiling. The remaning guts and intestins falling out into the empty pot. The Gnome walked out of the basement knowing that Joey would spend the rest of existance being tourtured in hell.
"Welcome home, Joey," the little deamon gnome said, before muttering under his breath something Joey could not hear. Joey felt compelled to see what was going to happen next, he couldn't tear his eyes away from the spectical. Something seemed to be looking at him from the pool of blood, then something long and skinny came out. Joey thought he was imagining things, untill something came out to join the first. Then three more shot out and slowly started to rise. They were long grusome things centered around a stump. A hand. There was a giant hand rising out of the pot. Joey tried to scream out in pure horror, nothing came out. He tried to get free. There was no more pain in his feet, he kicked wildly and blood spilled every where. Joey felt the demonic hand grip his chest. He didnt know what to do, or how to escape. It tighted its grip, Joey felt the great claws tear through his skin. More blood flowed. Bones were crushed, skin cut and destroyed. Joey never relised that he was screaming. He felt his back bone snap, the skin being ripped, his insides being ripped apart. The hand shot downward, and Joey felt a searing pain in his stomic. The last thing he saw was his own legs hanging there.
Back in the basement the Gnome watched the whole spectial. A horrible demonic hand shot up and ripped Joey in half. The rest of Joey's body was still hanging from the ceiling. The remaning guts and intestins falling out into the empty pot. The Gnome walked out of the basement knowing that Joey would spend the rest of existance being tourtured in hell.