Who are we to say when the devil sleeps. When God awakes, and the deeds begin. Surely we have no words. No language, to conjure them. Who are we to say what is taken, what is given... for if one can wake, then surely, the other weeps.
The law of the maggot knows no mercy...
"The mother forgets them; the worm finds them sweet; they are no longer remembered, so wickedness is broken like a tree." Job 24:20
- Kasper -
What's happening to me...
Kasper was being pulled along in a mad dash. His body moving for him. Then, in the splinter of a second, he was back. His lungs burned, the frigid air clawed inside of them like sick dogs deserted in a raging tempest. Jarring thumps caught up his footfalls and his ears rang with each pound of his own heart.
He was alive.
He was nothing more.
At least that he could remember.
The empty street stretched out ahead of him in a blur of downpour and unintelligible shapes. Monsters nipped at his back, prodding him like hot pokers to push on. He couldn't stop. They would have him. I can't- I need to hide- His wheezing tapered into a drawn rasp the further he ran. Air... Turning down the final block, he had reached it. Air... His guiding light. The Tower. Tearing into its shadow he threw himself through the glass door. The chittering of shards on cold ceramic bit into his one bare foot.
Clambering to a stand he jumped over the remains of the welcome desk and slid beneath it. His back hit the filing cabinet at one end with a thump, the drawers left open clapped shut when he settled down. Then he waited. Holding his breath. Doing anything and everything to slow his riotous heart.
...Kasper...
Reaching blindly over the desks edge he ran his hands along the counter, trying to feel for anything to use in defense. Nothing. There's nothing. It was empty. He peeked over the peppered granite countertop.
I can take them.
There were three that he could see. Two larger, and one smaller that sat screeching wildly at the entrance. Soon there would be others. The clicking and chittering they made echoed around him like laughing bats.
...Kasper...
Go.
In a whirl, he threw himself out around the side of his hiding spot, and all that he was caught fire, igniting a surge of adrenaline that coursed through his veins like wildfire in a dead pine grove. Every joint burned for action, a primal instinct pushing him to move, move, move. His vision darkened, narrowing into a tunnel where only the immediate threat remained in focus. Something folded over him; he felt its anger, a palpable force that wrapped around him like a shroud. Its rage pulsed in the air and in that moment, he was whole. At once, they ran to him, a chaotic mass of limbs and gaping maws, tongues unfurling without hesitation, eager to taste his broken flesh.
He caught the first, a vile female creature that lunged forward, and with a surge of desperate strength, he threw a clawed fist back into its face, following it down relentlessly until his knuckles broke through its skull and smacked into the ground with a sickening thud. Flickers of movement gnawed away at his lingering attention... The second beast caught him off guard, sinking its teeth into his shoulder with a vicious bite that sent a jolt of pain radiating through him. "GET OFF!" he roared, a primal scream rising from the depths of his being. He leaned with all his weight, and the thing came flying over him, a grotesque mass of veins, tongues and teeth. Its belly caught sharply on something above him, and with a gruesome splatter, it dumped its innards down his face and chest, warm and slick.
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The Eden Projects (EDITING)
General Fiction"This story has no hero." Set in the distant future, where the government has been overthrown, and a new world power has risen, known only by the Moniker "ARK Corporation." We follow Kasper as he fights to survive in a nightmare where wrong is made...
