Rampage

The night was promising. Cool, crisp winds beckoned for arrival. The moon shivered with anticipation. Whispers rustled through trees, ready for the rampage. Soft crunches of dirt told that they were coming, and bright lights broke the stars that shined with dreams. There would be no sleep tonight.

The glass doors were locked in place. Men in yellow tensed with readiness. Lights shined in welcome, and soft breaths of air trickled along glass windows. The walkways were clear, and headlights were now seen in a distance, a golden caterpillar winding along a long, curved road. Their hunger rose with intensity, washing away fear, and there was no stopping the stomping, the desired, and the rampage. They were no longer arriving. They were here.

The golden caterpillar continued to stretch across the horizon. Its eyes glazed red lit up the darkness. A million legs spun around and around, spiraling down into one direction. Its hands split into a pouring sea of the hungry, reaching, reaching for those glass doors. A voice rumbled in its throat, rising higher and higher. It was a voice that could warm the heart of fear, a fire of passion to engulf tonight. They wouldn't wait much longer, and to keep them waiting would anger the mob. And the mob would have no fury but a mindless rampage to destroy everything and anyone in their path.

The glass doors opened. They came on swift wings. Their fingers stretched into claws, snapping on what they desired, and if another dared grab the object of their affection, a battle would ensue. And the victor would leave, leaving behind the wounded, but there was no time to care. This was war. They were on a mission. Nobody was going to stand in their way, and there were too many to tame. The world was consumed, engulfed in mindless hunger, and their voices rose higher. A piercing wail echoed across the sea that continued to pour forth from the golden caterpillar. It was madness. Midnight madness.

The men in yellow did their best to control the savage, the hungry. Their attempts were futile. The doors could no longer be held in place. Instead, they slammed against concrete walls, shattering like a thousand tears. The windows caved under the thunder of fists, and diamond shards poured under a million feet. Sweet kisses of red raced along lines of time, time that disappeared into oblivion, and the statues came to life. Slowly, their hands drifted over machinery, taking what was brought to them, but if one mistake was made, their heads would surely roll. And nobody wanted to fall victim to the chaos that reigned upon them.

Rays of sunlight broke the darkness. It chased the moon away, but the moon lingered for a moment. Night and day were one, but that hardly silenced the rampage. Warmth and cold danced as strangers, toe to toe, seeing who would lead. A wind traveled as far as the eye could see to tell the others to stay away, stay away. The madness had only just begun, and its reign of terror would continue into the corridors of winter. It was after all the glass doors that unlocked the holiday season, and now it was time. It was time for the hungry to grab their car, shotgun to the mall, and storm the stores. It was time to buy, buy, buy, and their voices rose again, higher with shivering anticipation. Can you hear them? Can you? "Sale, sale, sale. Sail away over the edge, where humanity falls under the blanket of white, leaving only the heart to burn with desire, flicker with lust, and beat to the drums of the golden caterpillar that is now king tonight."