Portentous
(por-TEN-𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘴)
Adjective,
1. Of or being like a portent, of momentous significance. A warning, being ominous and foreboding. Usually relating to a calamity or of apocalyptic nature. Used in foreshadowing.
2. Done in a pompously or ove...
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TW/CW: This chapter contains extremely graphic depictions of corpses, body horror, vomiting, panic attacks, explicit language and some non-con elements. Please be warned that this chapter is not safe for younger audiences. Viewer discretion is advised.
Song: The Mind Electric by Miracle Musical
I jolted up with a gasp and began coughing uncontrollably. Once I'd finally caught my breath, I noticed the awful stench that permeated the air. My face scrunched up into a grimace as I stood up and examined my surroundings. Wherever I was, it was unrecognizable now. Any sign of civilization was swept away, and all that remained was charred ground and ashes. Parts of the blackened terrain were dotted with blood. I bristled at the sight but continued my exploration regardless. As I walked through this barren wasteland I felt a sense of dread sprouting deep in the pit of my stomach. It felt like something bad was right about to happen. Any second now. This place was clearly devoid of activity, but the eerie silence left room for my thoughts to run wild. My heart began to race wildly as I started to get the feeling there was someone following me. I came upon a hill and paused before ascending it. The quiet was deafening, the burnt trees laughing at me as I desperately looked around for whoever the fuck was making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Still, no one was there. I continued to walk and a soft breeze blew by. The sound of the wind blowing dead leaves around could almost be mistaken for whispers. But the whispers sounded like screams in my ears, howling my name and telling me it was all my fault. You did this, you could have stopped him.
"SHUT UP!" I exploded. The void echoed my voice back at me mockingly. No one is here. No one is talking to you. I felt like a crazy person as I continued up the hill, jumping at every little sound, my shoulders hunched defensively and my eyes flitting every which way. My heart sank as the amount of blood on the ground increased. There was a new appearance of pieces of unknown meat and bones scattered around, becoming denser when I reached the top of the hill. The putrid smell only got worse and I could feel acid burning the back of my throat. My eyes widened as I noticed that two bodies awaited me on the other side of the incline. Two young boys, lying facedown and motionless in a pile of gore. On the left, the boy with messy, blond hair wore a tattered red and white baseball shirt and brown trousers. Next to him, the brunette boy donned a similarly dilapidated dark green shirt and black pants. Holy shit...
Without a second thought, I barrelled towards the pair and fell on my knees next to the blond.
"Tommy, please. Wake up, this isn't funny," I shook him roughly by the shoulders. He didn't respond. Tears stung the corners of my eyes when I noticed the bruises and cuts that covered his exposed skin. Gently, I pulled the boy onto his back. I gasped at the sight I was met with and withdrew quickly. Tommy's eyeballs dangled out of their sockets, the once bright blue of his irises contrasting the horrific red of his exposed optic nerves. It was a gruesome sight, but oddly intriguing. I'd never seen the inner structures of a human eye before. You could even point out his retina if you looked closely enough. I suddenly felt disgusted by myself for seeing one of my closest friends in such a distant and medical way. He never would have acted like that and I sure as hell wasn't about to disrespect his legacy by doing so.
