form clearly smashed up. Small gasping sounds and whimpering.
Tears were rolling down Chris’s face. Were they in shock or were they insane ? He —it ?— was naked for fuck’s sake and his body seemed too black.
“Please, I’m sorry, talk to me. Stay still, I’ll phone an ambulance. Can you hear me ? Will you be alright while I go? Please for fuck’s sake!!”
It was still turning ’round its body, thrashing against the metal above, uncaring. It began to scream, a hideous sound that tore between the road and the car. A hand scuttled out into the light, claws scraped at the tarmac, came out like a crawling spider. Chris looked into the screaming face largely obscured, saw shadow drenched teeth, sharp and long, saw human eyes but with pupils needle-pointed into insanity.
He fell back in shock, the road jarring his spine. The long fingered hand slashed out, raking up his shin. Sharp pain, as claws slashed through the cloth with incredible force and tore lines through his skin directly to the bone.
He screamed barely aware that urine was pouring over his thigh. He was kicking backwards, pushing himself along the road screaming.
“Get the fuck away from me! I’m sorry!”
The thing was crawling out after him, spastic motion,uncontrolled but fast. Its tight hand was still locked over his burning ankle and as Chris scrambled backwards he pulled the thing—thrashing and screaming—further out into the light. His own desperate energy helping the beast free itself.
Its body was mangled but it was hard to say how much of that had been caused by the accident. It was bloated and out of shape, but with tight muscle tone. Its flesh, oil black, wet and speckled with flecks of white in strange markings. The face that screamed at him was human -like, only twisted; its mouth was too large, had a lot of teeth smashed out, and had a large gash from which too-red blood flowed freely. Its nose was broken and the face was mottled with bright red blood and ripped flesh. Even before his car had smashed into the creature, Chris knew that face had never been fully human.
Chris fell onto his back, momentarily frozen in fear, unable to do anything but stare at the abomination which had attached itself to him. For a second both man and creature stared at each other and then the creature’s mouth opened impossibly wide into some kind of malicious sneer;with renewed vigour it began to crawl towards him, using his leg for grip and dragging its broken legs uncaringly behind.
His trainer kicked hard into the mouth as he scrambled backwards. A tooth ripped lose and the creature screamed, twisting away, eyes shut tight.
It was crawling up over him, dragging the last of itself out into the open. Putrid, shimmering flesh escaping out from under his car, like some kind of perverse birth, tearing out from a metal womb into a fresh world.
“GET OFF ME!!” Chris screamed so loud his voice cracked. He kicked franticly and managed to knock the thing sideways and off his legs. He scrambled to his feet. A strong hand locked over his ankle and he span about, kicking out at the thing’s broken face. The hand let go and the thing let out a high pitched wail that turned into a hiss as it fell away.
Chris began running—more like trying to run. Blood was seeping out of the wounds and into his shoe.Each footstep felt like a hammer blow of pain and he kept stumbling, landing on his hands but still moving forwards. Always moving. He was crying and the ankle felt like it would give at any time. Somehow he kept moving, pure terror and adrenaline driving him on. He couldn’t look back.
If he had, he would have seen the creature a long way back, pulling its broken body after Chris with animal determination.
KAREN
JOSH WOKE SUDDENLY, panicked and scared. It had become the standard. He’d wake suddenly from some nightmare he couldn’t even remember. His sleep had become troubled and erratic and it was taking a toll on him. He had become afraid to
Tears were rolling down Chris’s face. Were they in shock or were they insane ? He —it ?— was naked for fuck’s sake and his body seemed too black.
“Please, I’m sorry, talk to me. Stay still, I’ll phone an ambulance. Can you hear me ? Will you be alright while I go? Please for fuck’s sake!!”
It was still turning ’round its body, thrashing against the metal above, uncaring. It began to scream, a hideous sound that tore between the road and the car. A hand scuttled out into the light, claws scraped at the tarmac, came out like a crawling spider. Chris looked into the screaming face largely obscured, saw shadow drenched teeth, sharp and long, saw human eyes but with pupils needle-pointed into insanity.
He fell back in shock, the road jarring his spine. The long fingered hand slashed out, raking up his shin. Sharp pain, as claws slashed through the cloth with incredible force and tore lines through his skin directly to the bone.
He screamed barely aware that urine was pouring over his thigh. He was kicking backwards, pushing himself along the road screaming.
“Get the fuck away from me! I’m sorry!”
The thing was crawling out after him, spastic motion,uncontrolled but fast. Its tight hand was still locked over his burning ankle and as Chris scrambled backwards he pulled the thing—thrashing and screaming—further out into the light. His own desperate energy helping the beast free itself.
Its body was mangled but it was hard to say how much of that had been caused by the accident. It was bloated and out of shape, but with tight muscle tone. Its flesh, oil black, wet and speckled with flecks of white in strange markings. The face that screamed at him was human -like, only twisted; its mouth was too large, had a lot of teeth smashed out, and had a large gash from which too-red blood flowed freely. Its nose was broken and the face was mottled with bright red blood and ripped flesh. Even before his car had smashed into the creature, Chris knew that face had never been fully human.
Chris fell onto his back, momentarily frozen in fear, unable to do anything but stare at the abomination which had attached itself to him. For a second both man and creature stared at each other and then the creature’s mouth opened impossibly wide into some kind of malicious sneer;with renewed vigour it began to crawl towards him, using his leg for grip and dragging its broken legs uncaringly behind.
His trainer kicked hard into the mouth as he scrambled backwards. A tooth ripped lose and the creature screamed, twisting away, eyes shut tight.
It was crawling up over him, dragging the last of itself out into the open. Putrid, shimmering flesh escaping out from under his car, like some kind of perverse birth, tearing out from a metal womb into a fresh world.
“GET OFF ME!!” Chris screamed so loud his voice cracked. He kicked franticly and managed to knock the thing sideways and off his legs. He scrambled to his feet. A strong hand locked over his ankle and he span about, kicking out at the thing’s broken face. The hand let go and the thing let out a high pitched wail that turned into a hiss as it fell away.
Chris began running—more like trying to run. Blood was seeping out of the wounds and into his shoe.Each footstep felt like a hammer blow of pain and he kept stumbling, landing on his hands but still moving forwards. Always moving. He was crying and the ankle felt like it would give at any time. Somehow he kept moving, pure terror and adrenaline driving him on. He couldn’t look back.
If he had, he would have seen the creature a long way back, pulling its broken body after Chris with animal determination.
KAREN
JOSH WOKE SUDDENLY, panicked and scared. It had become the standard. He’d wake suddenly from some nightmare he couldn’t even remember. His sleep had become troubled and erratic and it was taking a toll on him. He had become afraid to
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