Goretober

rotting

After the demon attacked Muichiros head started to spin. Right in front of him was his very own brother, identical to him except for the blood spilling from his arm as he lay on the the bed. Half dead already. Muichiro held his hand like it was the only thing keeping him alive. Time seemed to stop. The only way to tell time was even passing was by how the blood started drying. Then the maggots came, crawling all over him. they wiggled all over him, eating him. then there wasn't just a few but a hundred, a thousand, Muichiro didn't know anymore.

Then he noticed how Yuichiro's skin seemed to pale, not in a way he'd seen before. It turned more blueish purple and seemed almost to slide off of his very body. His eyes changed too, just from the look he was giving Muichiro could tell he was dead but the cold, blurry eyes just rubbed it in. soon his eyes looked almost like some sort of pale slime that was just on the edge of pouring out his skull. Muichiro didn't know when that started to happen. Maybe when the skin surrounding them started to simply fall off and leave itself to the maggots to feast on. Maybe when his lips turned purple and started to crack so much it was more like there was solid slits in his lips. Muichiro didn't know.

He felt deafened. Not just from the shock that was carved into him like a scar but also from the flies that buzzed above him like some kind of mocking warning, maybe they were laughing. sometimes they dropped by and landed on them, the flies didn't care which one was rotting.

The dried-up blood that had come right from his twin covered him and latched onto his skin. It became crusty and dark. Almost black. It itched, it felt so wrong on his skin, he hated it, it was like having an extra layer of flesh on top of his own. He wanted to rip it off, rip it all off, the almost gripping blood that covered him like a rope from him to Yuichiro, even his own flesh. And the smell- the stench that came from it all was unbearable, it smelled, well, rotten. It smelt of death and rotting flesh, maggots, and blood, it smelled like something out of someone's worst nightmare only worse, nobody could possibly imagine a smell like that. He felt deafened too. Not just from the shock that was carved into him like a scar but also from the flies that buzzed above him like some kind of mocking warning, maybe they were laughing. sometimes they dropped by and landed on them, the flies didn't care which one was rotting.

Soon the maggots crawled closer and closer to him, making their way subtly. They hadn't finished with Yuichiro yet, he was still there. Still slowly losing chunks of flesh as it was devoured. They were rotting away, hand in hand.