They all held their glasses high in the air and shouted, “Ouourahayak!!!” It meant cheers in Britixcan. Their dark faces suddenly grew white smiles that matched the rest of their skin on their bodies. They brought down their glasses and gulped the thick, red liquid. I, who was watching secretly from a dark corner, could almost taste the bitter saltiness of the thick blood gushing down from the sides of his mouth making little rivers of blood which ran all the way down and dripped onto the ground. As he finished his glass he fell down to the ground and began to lick every single drop of blood. One by one, they all finished their glasses. I figured it was over but i stood corrected. They set their glasses high in the air again and this time they shouted, “Mashakatan!!!” It meant “monster attack”. And with those words they all dropped their now empty glasses onto the floor and pranced around until they were smashed into tiny bits and pieces. When they had smashed the glasses fully, they all rallied up against the shortest of them all and threw him onto the floor which was covered in tiny pieces of glass. The way he shouted still haunts me to this day. His high pitched voice shouted with agony and terror. Suddenly the tallest member of the clan withdrew a shiny, silver sword from his side, held it in the air, mumbled a prayer and stuck it upon the other one’s heart. The swiftness of the sword cut open his skin and heart and they all carried him out to the sunny side, held him up into the air, and shouted “hombradedo”, which meant “dead man”! They set him down, sat around him and ate off his body. The tallest member groped out the heart, smirked a little and with great rage, he tore it apart and began to eat it.
Joan had no chill