Occult and a Cow
By TL Walker
A greasy haired man, with a pentagram painted on his forehead, stood at the edge of a small dairy pasture shoving a teenager, with a few whiskers and zits, at the pasture fence. While a second man with a scraggly beard watched. An overwhelming smell of burnt grass came from the three. Their murmuring had invaded the night’s peaceful sounds of crickets, frogs and the occasional owl.
“Why do I have to get the blood?” the short teenager asked, wiping his nose on his sleeve.
“Because idiot, we got the other stuff. After you get the blood, we’ll do the ceremony we figured out. Then when anyone messes with us, we’ll be able to do magic.”
The teenager hurried over to the nearest cow. He raised a sword, but the cow stepped away from him. Muttering, he stumbled forward, raised the sword again and as he took another step, a squishing sound came from the ground.
Stopping in disgust, he looked back.
“Get on with it,” the other guy said.
The teenager gingerly walked through the grass, moving toward another cow, placidly standing, swishing its tail at a stupid pest. He desperately plunged the sword down at the cow. A loud bellow burst out of the cow, its tail jerked around as if to swat a fly. Something unbelievable caught the teenager’s eye, as he struggled to stab the cow, an enormous glowing tail flew into his vision. With a swish, it crushed into him and sent him flying.