Among us: New features? //Completed

Chapter twelve:

⚠️Warning, incoming gore in this chapter!⚠️
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Smiling in spite of myself, I felt the tingling sensation of hot tears streaming down my face as I remembered something from my childhood.

I took my helmet off and quickly wiped themaway, slapping myself twice for a little pepp before putting my helmet back on.

I was slowly unwrapping the bandages, watching as my fingers went limp once the bandage which was supporting them was removed. Just as I pulled it off, I heard a loud crash coming from inside reactor.

The door had been closed and there were orange and grey were wrestling on the floor, orange handling a gun while grey was gripping at his wrist, doing his best to turn away the muzzle. I dared to peek over the edge of my hiding spot, watching the gruesome scene unfold before me. It was painful to watch and I felt a new wave of tears making its way down my face. I wanted to stop it, I had to, yet I was rooted to the spot, shooken to the core. It was like the whole world was against him, wanting him to experience the same pain again as he had all those years ago. Orange was now pulling out a knife out of his pocket,ready to strike poor Grey who was oblivios to it.

I wanted to scream and shout to let him know, but my voice caught in my throat. All I could do was watch in fear as the scene before me unfolded. Just like back then. I was hopeless, unable to do anything. I watched as orange plunged the knife down into Grey's chest, him letting out a shrill shriek in pain as a response, immediately letting go of the other's wrist and grabbing at the one that had stabbed him, managing to pull the knife out. But that was a deadly mistake because now orange, a crazed smile on his face, moved the gun to between Grey's eyes and pulled the trigger, the loud sound of a gunshot echoing through the room and causing me to flinch.

I watched on as orange, instead of leaving the body alone, proceeded to go on and continue stabbing him. He just kept going and going, like he had something against him personally. Then it happened, he opened his mouth and showed his ugly, long and pointed teeth, those same teeth digging into the stomach of grey's body, ripping at it and tearing the cloth away before taking a big munch of the skin. I felt my eyes widening in horror, my face twisting into a terrified frown as I nearly stumbled back. My breath hitched as soon as I tipped backwards.

'Luckily, I was able to catch myself but if I hadn't.. Oh.. I don't even want to think about it.' I clasped a hand over my mouth, watching orange go on with his feast. Terrified, I watched on as he wildly thrashed his head up and down, tearing off piece after piece of flesh. Soon, I could even see Grey's ribs peaking out. I nearly gagged at the sight. His organs were just sitting there, some gasped, other still intact as he munched away at them. The even started spilling out along with the blood, some landing on the floor with a disgusting wet sound.

I wanted pinch my nose, noting that the early stage of decomposition has already begun. It was starting to reek already and I had to keep my nose closed in order to not make a sound. The nasty air was filtering through my breathing system which was imbedded into the suit. But I couldn't, my helmet was still tucked tight onto my head and trying to remove it would make too much noise.

Spectating further, I noted orange picking up the organs with one of his hands, stuffing it into his torn-open mouth and eating it without so much as a blink. As I took a closer look at his jaws, I realised that they seemed somehow torn open, some strings of skin still connecting upper part to the lower one, saliva oozing out at the side like it is normal for a dog.

I also tried inspecting the inside of the mouth further, considering that he seemed to have an extremely long tounge but didn't seem to choke on it. I was so transfixed by it that I didn't notice him ripping off the helmet and crushing his head until I heard the sound of metal screeching across the floor. I looked down, only to see Grey's eyes, which were already glazed over by a sickly white, his eye colour just barely distinguishable through the white hue.

'Well, rather, ONE of his eyes, seeing as half the face was missing by now because orange was currently tearing away at it.' I thought, witnessing as the contents of his head started spilling out onto the floor aswell, even more blood starting to stream out of the wound. I had to look away, seeing poor grey's dead body be mistreated like that. I felt a shiver run up and down my spine, working it's way into my very core. I was panicking.

'Soon, there would be nothing left of Grey and he will probably come searching for more. Oh no, he can probably smell me! I'm going to be next, I'm going to die!' I could feel a panic attack making its way up. I felt horrible and suddenly claustrophobic in this small spot I chose for hiding. I clutched at my heart, feeling its beat speed up by 10x as much as it should be, my breathing coming out as short pants as has happened some time ago, just that this time, it was worse.

And as if that wouldn't have been enough, I turned away to not watch the grotesque scene anymore, but managed to tip over and make a tin fall. It creating a loud, metallic clinking sound as it bounced up and down on the floor until it slowed down and finally stopped, the sound subsiding with it. As soon as it did stop, I could feel a pair of eyes boring into my back.

'Shit.'