VIDINE

Chapter 3

Multiple faces, some with glasses and some with not, clearly doctors, submerging from the angels body, precisely it's stomach like a flower bouquet. Their eyes were dark and so was the angels that was controlling them, it was almost as if the heads of the former humans were trapped inside a cage, the body that the angel controlled had it's rib cage open, keeping the heads inside it like children kept their birds inside one. It screeched again, taking a leap towards him, quickly dodging it and running towards the other direction to avoid the situation. 

It ran, way faster than he had expected, almost already catching up to him. He jumped over the fallen medical supplies and benches in the hallway, for some odd reason he didn't feel tired, he definitely would have before, wait, what had happened before? Forget it, he thought, running to the end of the corridor, only to be greeted by a dead end and a window behind him. The angel leaped at him once more, pushing him against the wall and shattering the large window beside them, he quickly took a shard of the broken window and stabbed the angel in the eye. It screeched once more, this time more angrily and clearly in pain, he grabbed another large piece of the broken window and held it in his hand, ready to strike again.

The spot he had attacked on the angel had already healed, the crimson red blood that went down it's face was boiling, and in a matter of seconds it turned into steam and perished completely. The hell? How was he supposed to defeat something that'd eventually heal? He groaned, sprinting towards the angel and stabbing it again, this time in the chest where the multiple heads were located, he hit one of the faces, to his surprise, each and every single one started crying and speaking, clearly screaming for help before the angel forced them shut by tightening it's ribs around the faces. 

He looked at the faces and then with a tight grip took hold of one of the angels ribs and pulled it off, making the angel let out a loud scream and run away for now towards the direction they originally came from, he glanced at the rib, feeling the same warmness he had felt during his time asleep and on the table, it was blood, boiling his skin away. He let out a loud scream, whimpering in pain and quickly forcing himself inside the nearby room, closing the door and looking at his hand, the blood from the rib had gotten it's way onto his knuckles already, burning his skin off. 

He let out heavy breaths, wanting for the pain to end, he closed his eyes and hugged his arm, avoiding any skin contact with the knuckles and fingers.

He fell asleep.