Writers Shorts

The conductor

𝔅𝔶: 𝔅. 𝔊𝔬𝔬𝔰𝔢

A/N: I would love for my readers to try and draw my characters as you imagine them to look and share their art with me!!! 

WARNINGS: gore, suspense, nasty topics, horror (?)

Hello my dear, today we look at events taking place in train-car #1. The train of gluttony. This chapter will follow dearest Slat as he struggles to restrain his urge to kill the subject. Let us begin.

Slat watches as Val twists out of his grip and into the center of the floor, ignoring the electric blue fireflies that fill the air at her movement. The woman stands there, watching him with wary eye and shaky breaths. Slat backs up slightly not wanting to be caught in the ensuing carnage. He knows what happens next, he has seen it, he has been it and he hates it. She raises a hand to swat at the insects and shatters it with the gentle movement of her hand. The drug has been released. HE has been released. His long lithe limbs twist and snap pulling back into his torso as he breathes the contaminated air. She jumped back, soft whimpers leaving her throat. Slat can feel his abdomen begin to swell and shift forms, molding into a large gelatinous blob, if you will. "Run," he rasps, trying his best to slide away from her so she will have some semblance of a chance to hide. Val is backed into a corner, her eyes glimmering with fear, and something darker. Contempt. She is angry, she does not love him anymore. He is no longer her monster. Oh how he remembers when he found her, a frail body and a fear filled mind. He remembers how she would cling to him, rubbing her face on the smooth ebony skin of his neck and shoulder as she told him her latest nightmare. He used to like the way she ran her fingers over his face, running along the cracks and ridges of the pure white shell. She called him beautiful once, she no longer thought that. "MONSTER," she roared, "you lied to me, you used me." Slat could hear her voice and cracked as his jaw tore open, shattering the white mask. The creature that stood before her now was not beautiful. A mass of swirling grey with six long fat limbs. His head wasn't on quite straight and his mouth hung wide open. Huge eyes stared at her as she trembled under the orange gaze of a demon. Soft cracking noises filled the air swelling and rising into a crescendo as he opened his maw as far as it could go. No, I can't kill her, she is mine, same as I am hers. No, not fair. Mean woman, calling me a monster. It's her fault. He gave a low snarl and lunged, his entire mass falling upon her with a loud crunch. He had completely broken her. Her skull was smashed against the hard cement of the floor leaving a puddle of a deep crimson behind it. The liquid didn't last long, his impossibly long tongue twisting across the floor to clean it. Oh, but where did she go, he could feel his body pulling inwards and then stretching. Forming that fantastical lanky body of his. My word he was beautiful. A BEAUTIFUL MONSTER, A LONELY MONSTER, A HUNGRY MONSTER.

Hello again my dear, today we look at events taking place in train-car #2. The train of guilt. This chapter will follow dearest Velt as he struggles to contain the subject, what a wuss. Let us begin.

Oh he didn't like this at all. What a cruel face, what an evil person. He never meant to do this. The body of a child, or at least that's what he currently looked like. The man before him squirmed uncomfortably. Velt was supposed to help find out if the man would go to heaven or hell by trying to make him repeat the actions of his past.

This man had killed his daughter when she was 6 years old. Disgusting. He was going to hell for sure. Velt stepped forwards, bowing his head and letting his body fold in on itself. Smaller and smaller until he stood at a mere four feet tall. The little girl had a true beauty which seemed rather odd considering her father. Her long blonde locks tumbling over her shoulders and across the white lacy and satin of her dress.

Taking an innocent stance is the best idea, "father?" The voice is shaky and frightened, "Father what are you going to do?" The man starts and turns around to see the very cause of his nightmares standing before him. Only a few feet away. It would be easy, so easy to end it all over again. The man is thinking, this is never a good sign.

A few steps. A few simple steps. It would be so simple and so easy to break that delicate neck. Velt shudders under the man's gaze. He wants to leave. He wants to go home, whatever that means. Velt takes a shaky step forward. "Father?" The man shivers and shakes his head, stepping backwards. "Father," Velt speaks again, this time with force in his voice, "Father where are you going? Are you going to leave me again? Why did you leave me? Why did you make me leave?"

The man has his back to Velt now. He is shaking.

An odd sense of accomplishment washed over Velt's form. He quivered at the thought that he gained pleasure from such a thing. The man spun, head thrown back and arms wide. "I'm going to kill you." Then the laughter began. That horrific sound. The deep throaty noise that echoed around Velt's head and woke the beast inside him. With the body of the child long gone. And in its place stood a true killer.

The laughter stopped. 

The mans heart thundered in his ears. What was this. This demon. Devil. Wicked creature straight from the depths of hell. Velt is impossibly tall, his head brushing the ceiling. claws brushing the floor and a bushy tail dragging back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. In and out, in and out, in and out. The man is breathing faster. His blood palpitates and rings through Velt's ears. Golden lightning bugs are released from an invisible vent. The man steps on one and it's over. The struggle, the pain, the hate. All over now. 

Oh how he wants to escape. He is terrible. He is a demon. He is a prisoner. 

A/N: I might continue this in a part 2.