Tales From Babalangion

Bloody Dreams PT 2

Welcome back dear readers, pray tell, are you happy to see there is more to the story of Jess? Perchance is this your favorite of the tales I spin? I must once again digress with this meaningless pandering. I shall let you get to the story now.

Jess blinked awake. She was on her couch, the clock on the wall read 9:00 AM. 

"Shit" she cursed, she had to be at work in an hour. She unsteadily rose as he head throbbed, she felt as if she had got into her stash again. She checked her face in the bathroom mirror, pale, sunken, but no bloody nose so she's looking pretty normal.  She then hurriedly got dressed. No time for breakfast, she'll just eat when she gets home. But she knew she wouldn't, the knives in her stomach spoke for itself.

Unfortunately work wasn't any less bearable. That prick Brandon had been his usual self, always trying to make small talk. He even had the nerve to ask her out. What a joke. Still, as she sat in her living room after work, a glass of whiskey in one hand and a bacon cheeseburger in the other, she couldn't help but feel lonely. To distract herself she booted up Crunchyroll and played her show. She wasn't sure how long had passed, the colorful characters making her lose her sense of time. She only snapped out of it when a thought crossed her mind. Something so alien, so foreign it shocked her out of her stupor, what had happened last night? Jess knew that as a dumb thing to wonder, she never knew what happened during the time between her periods of awareness, and yet she couldn't help but feel like something was missing. She looked around, her rented apartments walls soggy and faded. She hated this place. She stood up, setting her empty glass in the sink and the remaining burger in the garbage, as she made her way to the bathroom. The bathroom was no better, tiles uneven and mismatched, the paint peeling and yellow, as if the toilet drained to the walls rather then the sewage. And knowing this place it just might. Can't be any crazier then when she found out due to some shitty wiring turning the guest bedroom light on also activated the FWD. Poor Mr. Mittens, he was just curious. Suddenly Jess was snapped from her thoughts as she felt a strange sensation all over her body.

"What the-?" She said as she looked into the mirror and there seemed to be wriggling under her clothes. She felt them and they were warm, squishy. She slowly removed her top and nearly screamed. There on her midriff were a dozen or so long black lines. Leeches. How the fuck did leeches get there. She was in the middle of a god damn city with no lakes or rivers. The wriggling sensation was all over her body. She quickly removed her pants, they were on her legs too. Blacker then a murder's heart, wriggling as they presumably sucked her blood. She felt the sensation in other places and she began to shiver, slowly she removed her bra, more leeches on her cleavage. Her underwear, between her legs. Every time her eyes darted between all four spots, more seemed to appear in other spots. Soon she was covered in leeches. More black visible then her skin. She began to panic and screamed, tearing them off one by one. Blood spurting as the leeches were forced off. She kept going, screaming and tearing as the leeches soon coated the floor rather then her. But now her body was red. Coated in red blood and dotted by bite marks. Jess blinked, breathing hard as she tried to regain her wits. But when she did, the leeches were gone. The blood however, was not. She was still painted red with crimson with her own life liquid. She took a shaky step towards the shower, her shock keeping her from screaming again.

Jess laid in bed, eyes open as she stares into the shallow abyss of her ceiling's shadows. The image if her body coated in leeches still in her mind. The bite marks were still there. And they itched as she absently scratched them. Suddenly, a knock came at her door. She didn't rise at first, content to stay in bed, maybe rot there. But the knocking was insistent to get behind her eyes.

"What a bother" she thought as she finally got up and made her way to the door. There, was Brandon, the fucking prick is coming to her house now?

"The fuck do you want?" She asked, not up for whatever shit he's about to spew.

"Hey Jess," he started, he was infuriating "I just wanted to make sure your okay. You didn't seem that well today."

"I'm fine. Now kindly fuck off." She said, slamming the door and feeling a light resistance followed by a pained noise. She hit him with the door, good. She then made sure it was locked and went straight back to her bed, throwing herself onto it with the same energy you'd see from a gold medal napper. There she's back to what she was doing, staring into the inky abyss of the ceiling. She stayed like that for awhile. Half hour? Few hours? A week? Damned if she knew. But at some point the itchiness got worse. And worse, and worse. Jess kept scratching harder and harder. It felt like a million maggots were burrowing into her, but nothing was there but her fast fingers and her enflamed flesh. She kept scratching faster, harder, and soon her skin broke, blood oozing out. But she didn't cease. She just kept scratching.

Sunlight stabbed Jess's eyes as she woke up. She felt well rested oddly, she never slept well. She was about to get up with a glimmer that this day might be bearable, but her movements were met with resistance. Looking she saw why. Her joints were covered in a crusty red and brown thing. Her whole body was. She managed to move enough to break some off and she saw it was scabbing, in some spots anyway. The rest was blood, and she could see where from. Her limbs and torso had multiple small cuts, she must have scratched them all open last night. She inspected her hand, she was always pale but this...she was so white ghosts could see through her. She got up and went to the bathroom, she had to get this stuff off.

Jess strolled through the trail in the woods. It wasn't far from the city, a few minutes drive. A lot of people stayed out of these woods. Sam Nyx, a high school girl, was murdered there not more then a few years ago. Badly burnt and infested with thousands of bugs, from beetles and worms to moths and centipedes.  But Jess liked these woods. They felt safe. Just then her peace was interrupted by footsteps. She turned.

"You gotta be fucking kidding." she cursed, it was Brandon. Was the dude stalking her or something.

"Jess!" Brandon called out, Jess just turned and kept walking. "Jess! Wait up!" He called out as he reached her. "What's with the cold shoulder?" What an idiot.

"What's with you and always following me?!" She asks sharply, Brandon was not going to ruin the woods for her too.

Brandon seemed...annoyed? "I was just trying to help." He said

"Well stop" She interjected. She turned to walk away but Brandon grasped her shoulder, she felt a chill pass through her spine. 

"I'd suggest you stop. I tried so hard to play nice, to get you to open up. But now...now I'm going to have to use force." and with that he started dragging her off the path, into the woods. Jess tried to fight back but Brandon was built like a semi-truck. She wasn't fighting him off. Tears stung her eyes. Was this real? Would she be raped? Murdered? Just as she gave up they both heard a chewing noise. They looked around and saw nothing. Until Jess's eyes landed on a figure hunched over, grey skinned, elongated limbs and sharp nails. Their form, despite it's color, blended into the emerald scenery. Brandon saw it now too. But he decided to call out.

"Hey! Who's there?" The thing turned to look at them. It's eyes were snow white and it's teeth were razors. It's mouth stained with blood, hunched over an animal. Oh god, it's a bear. It's eating a fucking bear. The bear seemed to still be moving but the monster slashed it's claw without breaking eye contact. The bear's head rolled. And then in a heartbeat it was on Brandon, his organs somehow already spilled as the monster tore into him. Jess ran, she ran and ran.

"JESS! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!" Brandon gasped, the monster not sampling his pancreas. But Jess kept running. But somehow, over her heart she heard a alien voice say "Not tasty. No warm from meat." She doubled her pace.

"Lady smells good. She have good meat." And she heard a rustle of leaves a split second before she felt something yanked out of her back, her left arm limp as she saw from the corner of her eye her shoulder sag down. Then a pain on her ankle as she fell, landing on her foot. Looking down she saw it was the only one she had. Then she looked up, a claw racing towards her eye.

Brilliant wasn't it? Perhaps not, but I feel proud of this one. Not so much as of the first part nor The Phantom but I feel this is passable. Oh it seems Malumbrax will not be joining me today. Hmm, pity.