Beauty In Death [DreamNotFound]

chapter ten

The Panthers swarmed over Dream like furious bees who had had their nest trampled on.

They dived in on him, swallowing him and drowning him in their sea of black fur. Surprise and aggression choked at George's throat, he felt so helpless, brushing his gory locks out of his eyes with bone white fingers stained with carmine liquid, blood dripping from the tips. His delicate, careful hands felt dangerous and guilty, the weight of the Panthers soul clutched inbetween tainted blood red knuckles. Hands so intricately crafted had never looked so distraught, even all of Neptune's waters could not counteract the disastrous sin that was doused over his clamy palms, cursing them with a life time of foreboding, never to be clean again. His white heart had never looked so red.

Aggression and adrenaline coursed through his veins in the split second that he was stood there contemplating his next move, thoughts of such direst cruelty that even satan turned his head from, swimming around in his brain.

Butterflys in the stomach, stereotypically are for positive things. Oh how that was not true for George in this moment. The gut wrenching feeling of a swarm of razor winged butterflies scratching at the inside of his abdominal, tore at his flesh, their wings fluttering the same way his heart was. An excruciating pain came from his cardiac muscle as if someone had an iron grip around it and had clamped their fingers shut, blood oozing through the gaps in their knuckles, choking him from the inside out.

3 against 1.

George's body sprung to life, leaping forwards towards the Panthers, the blade of his knife out turned, slicing at red flesh, sinking underneath ripples of muscle. A jagged line split down the limb of the closest animal, sequelching as George heaved his knife out from the depths of black tissue. This effort was to no avail as the creature lashed out with its claws, swiping at his delicate features, splattered with blood.

Quick on his feet, George stepped backwards, his shoes light on the ground, the only noise heard was that of the growls of the beasts that towered before him. A quick jerk of his right arm sliced a laceration across its face, a horrific line etched through his eye ball, gouts of blood rushing out. Sharp teeth yapped and nipped at his clothes, threads of cotton unravelling under canines.

The Panther, rarther agile for how fast the rate of life was slipping out of it, pounced upon George, claws the shape of daggers piercing into the skin of his shoulders, cresent moon's engraving into his chalky clavicle. Spinning the knife in his hand, and using his strength to physically battle with the beast, George bashed the handle into its nose, snapping it's jaw shut before it's salivating mouth could feast upon any flesh. Wining in agony, the creature cowered down as George booted it in the chest, recoiling away from him as another heavy boot lashed out this time at its face, it's neck jolting at the force. A singular swipe of George's knife slit the Panthers throat, clotted lumps of black blood oozing from the wound, he didn't even watch as it slumped to the ground before moving on to the second one, wiping his bloody lip on the back of his hand.

The second panther waisted no time on pouncing on top of George, claws swiping and grasping at limbs and bones, scratching their way through the surface of George's skin. Small intricate slashes engraved red on to George's flesh, red hot cuts sending waves of agony through out his body.

George struggled with the beast, his feet planted onto its chest, relentlessly trying to push it away. A strangled scream clawed its way past George's gritted teeth, his neck flushing red with pulsing blood, arterys one scratch away from exploding. Gathering his effort together, George slammed his feet against the beast with all the strength his could muster, flipping them over, with George towering on top of the now scared animal.

Without hesitation this time, George plunged his dagger through the heart of the Panther, even more red paint splattering against his chalky cheekbones.