Her Cold Beast And His Dark Beauty

DISSECTION - PART 2

A voice in my head keeps screaming but I can't hear what it's saying clearly, I can feel it in the back of my head. I don't want to hear it cause I know what it wants to say. I want revenge this time. I want to hurt everyone that has hurt my grandmother and me... I want blood- blood for blood. At some point I stop hovering over him, its as if he didn't intend on fighting back. Bloodied, staring at a bashed in skull. Looking up, covered in blood with a red misty eye, breathing heavily. The world around me shakes as I stare at the distance soon, the scenery breathes and I'm back to where it all began except. The bastard is staring me right in the eyes. He grins as he pulls away, I try to move but I'm paralyzed once again. My body trembles as cold sweat runs down the sides of my face

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Flashback

The scenery before me changing and reforming, restructuring itself. The light relocating, causing all beneath it to fall prey to the darkness then shining through from another location and source. It's quite easy for my eyes to adjust. Right there in the corner is a disfigured female, crawling and limping around. Some fingers missing and teeth, even though she was old and had a fingered chopped off from childhood due to her African culture. The other fingers were a recent occurrence, she didn't seem like she was in her right mind as she snarled and croaked a inhuman sound. The sound of metal clinking every time she moved, she paced around in her corner every few seconds. In the middle of the room standing in few and horror was me

Mortified and disgusted by what I witnessed before me. Her head that was once filled with manageable shoulder length gray hair, now had bald spots and what remained was glued together by crimson blood. Her hard fingers from years of hard labour that used to caress my hair, hold me close, cooked delicious meals for me were croaked with elongated nails... I can't describe anymore of what I saw due to the fact that no amount of words could bring justice to this form she had taken. They turned my grandmother into their ghoul, at first I hadn't been able to recognize her. But due to the ring she wore, there was this specific ring she always wore on her ring finger. That shine had caught my attention and thus I could recognize her. I don't know what they did to her but I can see she didn't do any of this willing. But then again who would? Chains rattled as she rushes towards me but stops as I'm out of reach. I hear muttering and whispers so I cautiously approach her, calling out to her with my hands down. Walking as harmlessly and least dangerous as possible, however the she pounces at me

I yelp as I fall to the ground, the creature chokes me. I manage to break free pushing and kicking at it. I manage to kick her hard enough in the stomach to make her back away from me for a second. Turning onto my belly trying to crawl away from her, making as much distance between us as possible. I tried hearing her out but this person was not the grandmother I once knew... No she - this is a creature thirsty for blood and flesh, nothing more. I felt a hand grab hold of my ankle, I reach out to Lilly whose staring down at me from behind the gate with blood red eyes. Hands suddenly grab hold of my ankles from the darkness. Tightening their grip, I feel myself get dragged into the unknown, for some reason this room had dark areas where nothing could be seen. I yell for help as my out reached hand meets air and cold shunning eyes

Next thing I knew I open my eyes to nothing but pain from my side. The feeling of your flesh being slowly being ripped from your body is imagination. Another excruciating feeling shocked my veins and my body shook from the feeling of having myself ripped away from me. Before I could even process the pain from earlier. Another tear of flesh had me scream out in pain as I lift up my head to see what was happening to me. A ghoul was feasting on me. You could think that was the worst thing that could happen however, the what could possible be worst than the pain of having your flesh being ripped off you while you're still alive and breathing. I'll tell you, having to hear the chewing sound of your flesh being chewed and slowed ripped from you while wide awake. The smell of blood and something else fills the air. I feel repulsed and in pain all at once, leading to my head spinning but regain consciousness due to the pain. Not able to bear the pain anymore, I push the ghouls, head...full of- of white hair-?!

'There is no way...'

I drag my body backwards while looking at the ground, too scared to look at the ghoul in the eyes or face. The words from earlier echoing in my head that they brought my grandmother. Only to see that the person kneeling and staring at her isn't her grandmother almost letting out a sigh of relief as she dragged her body to a inhumanly large bone, probably a person's or animal's bone. But in a situation where its life and death. Facts don't always matter and survival is the only thing that matters

I grab of the bone at the end and as the ghoul launches at me, I swing it at the ghoul. Landing a hit and knocking them away but I also break a portion of the bone in the process. It gets back up with pieces of bone in its face, now looking quite angry. It rushes at me at full force, I shut my eyes, but I peek through the cracks of my eyes. Making myself seem weak and defenseless

Falling for the bait, it rushes towards me, patiently, yet my arms and legs tremble in fear. Each second comes with the surface of different emotions, pain, fear, second guessing, regret, shock, impatience, thoughts of dropping the bone and running away, just letting the creature end or doing it myself. Quick and swift. Put an end to my misery, however I have tried a couple times but the healers prove to be persistent on keeping me alive regardless of my wishes to undergo eternal slumber

Though my body and heart scream for me to run, but my mind knows that I am to stay and face this thing. If I am to survive this ordeal. Once its close enough and unknowingly open. Stabbing it in the heart. A high pitched shrill fills my ears along with the room. While it writhes in pain, grabbing the spot where the bone is logged into it's leg. I rush to my feet and run around it. Twisting it's head, however the creature's body moves and tries to grab hold of me

Ducking out of the way and grab hold of it's head once again to turn it all the way to the back. So it's head is face the back while its front is facing the other way. It glares at me with its while irises. Menacing with killing intent that only it's devoured fallen members that lie in this room could attest to. I pull the bone from it's leg them kick the ghoul to the ground. Stomping on its head to prevent it from moving it back in place. Then I stab the bone into it's head multiple times, till it's brain's juices are scattered everywhere with its rotten blood

I quickly go for it's heart while the head slowly regenerates. I lift the stick, halting it in mid air as my grip tightens. Anxious for sight of it's next movements, somehow suddenly it lights up in a burst of flames which push me back. Sending me against the far side of the room. It writhes and screams as it burns to ash in a matter of seconds before even being able to react to catching fire. The fire consume the ghoul to the very last bone. Leaving only a dark pile of Ashe of it's remains, the fire didn't give the ghoul time to regenerate. It struck as fast and sneakily as a python and dissipated with the ghoul's existence it seems

I cough as I lay on my stomach in pain. Bruises and bleeding, I pull myself up. Cackling and laughter emit from the bars at the end of the other side of the room. Where my spectators watched in awe, enjoying my pain and suffering - it is as if my pain helped relieve their boredom. Disgusting, inhumane animals!! Grabbing my side as I take deep shar breathes, I drag my body slowly to the bars to exit. Leaning against the wall with my wound on the side that isn't rubbing avast the wall as I move. Using my free hand to pull myself along. Just when I'm ten steps from leaving this he'll, that same shine catches the corner of my eye once again. This time the ghoul is seated and wounded, seemingly unable to heal

Breathing painful breathe yet still covered in blood was my grandmother- the ghoul formerly known as my grandmother. I hold back tears as the ghoul looks over at me then reaches out it's hand to me

Granny ghoul: Kill me... Please, ah

I clench my fists as I shake my head

Granny ghoul: You have to or you'll die- I don- don't want to hurt you Kaish. Uhhn ugh!? Rawrr

It had seemed like the pain had caused my grandmother to regain consciousness but soon she reverted. In that moment it felt as if time had froze

~° Author-kun °~

Oh life is a pain in the behind no? So what do you think will happen next? Honestly it gives me goosebumps as I sit and type the last scene. See ya!