Wendigo Psychosis // Harry Styles AU

Wendigo Psychosis

       They always seem to run. It's quite alluring and perplexing. Don't they know they can't get away? Frankly their prolonging their death; if they would just run into my arms it would save us both a decent amount of time. But no they don't, no ordinary human would. It's instinct, it's in their blood and has been since the beginning of time. I hate it. They're just like animals, it's fight-flight distance. They sense some type of danger - in this case a monster with a saw and gun - and run.

       Unfortunately for her, as if I cared, I do believe I am hungry. I have that aching void inside the pit of my stomach lurching as it tries to rise bile. I keep my mouth shut so no unnecessary fluids project out of the orifices of my face. For fucks sake, she appears like a rampaging mongol. But all she does is run and run and oh, she slipped.

      "Wrong way baby cheeks!" I holler and chuckle to myself, "My arms are wide open this way, all you seem to be doing is running the wrong way!"

     I hear her sob. Good. This is a repeating pattern with all my prey- er uh victims. They run into desolation and cry like a puerile infant for their mothers; pathetic. I begin to walk after the girl. My steps booming and echoing as her very own grim reaper approaches.

      "Ready or not here I come bitch." I commence my pursuit.

      "Help! Please someone!!!" As if in a parallel universe the rolls reverse and she's the one yelling and I'm the one panicking. Of course not for long.

        I catch up to her strides for mine are longer and have more determination. I don't bother to reach out and capture her. I've been keeping this sensation, this urge locked away for to long. I can't miss this opportunity. I drop the saw from my grip, pull out the gun tucked away in the back of my black jeans and aim it at her head. I don't care for the brain, it's not tasty. I'm also not a fucking-dead-corpse-eating-brain-zombie.

       My fingers eagerly take the safety off and slide down to the trigger. Between my pointer and the pistol is the answer to my prayers. She keeps running but if I aim correctly I can't miss. I breathe in relaxing. I breath out and then feel my body fill with adrenaline. And then... I shoot.

        BAM

       I rush up to the limped and crumbled body. I can't contain my giddiness. Thank whatever God it's dark out. I don't have time to deal with such puerile and mundane details. Such as "looking out for pedestrians," they should be the ones looking out.

       This fat blonde bitch thought she could escape. It's quite funny actually. She screamed her poor throat dry.

       I proceed toward her cautiously, not to ruin the moment. I kicked her body over so her back was on the wet black concrete. Her golden hair tainted with despair lay sprawled around her corpse. Her eyes still shone, crystallized with despondency. Admiring my artwork I notice the wound. Turns out the bullet shot right between her eyes from the back of her head out to the other end. I have always been a good shot.

      Looking down I let out an exasperated sigh trying to decipher were I should begin. The breast are filled with fat, so not at all tasty. It's just waste. The thigh is were the meat is. Oh god, my mouth begins to water at the thought of ripping a piece off of the body. No specialty butchered cut, just pure raw flesh.

       Rushing back to where I dropped the saw, I pick it up and make my way over to my meal. I don't bother ripping the clothes or mutilating the body. Best part in fact. But I simply begin to saw her thigh right off. I place the saw parallel to just below her hip bone and feel my arm flex its muscles as I moved it in a back and forth motion. I heard the material begin to rip. The cheap stitches coming undone. I excerpt more pressure downward when I feel I have hit skin. It easily breaks the skin and blood spurts out. My hands are shaking in anticipation and a ruby red substance drops like a waterfall down the leg and coating my skilled hand. I stop for a second licking the forbidden blood off my hand and feel it quench a thirst that has been present for what feels like a millennium.

       The second I hit bone I hear a noise. Not the crunching and tearing noise from the body. But a noise of what could be danger and paranoia sets in. I wait a minute, listening to silence. When no new sound arises I begin again. The bone is the most difficult part but once you get past the marrow it's just pressure and persistent force that causes it to finally snap.

      "Hey! What do you think your doing?!"

      That was a voice...

      Meaning a human...

       Meaning a new meal if I do so desire. I grin feeling like a child who received a new present.

       This could possibly one of greatest nights I've had the pleasure to endure in quite some time. Gravity always being on my side causes the thigh to come undone. My heart clamoring, the sweat beading down my skin. This is it, my moment of total bliss. Picking up the leg, I simultaneously lick a path from the knee to the top of the incision, creating a blurred line between the red. Swaying back, I snicker and bow my head to the leg.

       I take a bite.

       The forbidden meat is between my lips. Well almost; it's quite difficult to break the skin with these worthless dull down teeth. But once it's griped, it's just a matter of pulling back.

      Then I feel it. The presence of the perpetrator. I hear their heart palpitating, quickening it's pace with each second that ticks by. I can just feel the fear leak through their body and it feeds my soul.

      I swallow the meat.

      Strange. 

      Strange that I can still sense this aura. Who is deranged enough to bare another second in my presence. Why aren't they running? I want them to run.

      Run.

       I drop the leg and hear it thump as it connects with the floor. Positioning my hands on top of my knees I begin to stand; my bones aching and cracking with my ascending stature. Once I reach full height;

       I breath in relaxing.

       I breath out and feel my body fill with adrenaline.

       I smile my most charming smile.

       Then I turn.

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