Something filthy about Mr.Haynes

Slaughter night

I woke up alone in the woods in some forest clearing, trying to regain full consciousness.

I couldn't remember if I blacked out and what did I do before.

I remembered the creature, the thing that attacked me. Was it even a human?

Now, as I open my eyes, the first thing I see is a glimpse of the heavy night skies and lightening striking it's black clouds, coloring this darkness in bright silver. The cold raindrops are falling at me, soaking my shirt, but there's also the burning feeling in my skin. Like i'm drowning in flames and swirling around in the snow at the same time.

Everything aches. Every breath I force to enter my lungs is burning me from inside out. This flame is growing within me, making every muscle in my body go on strike.

I clench my fists.

I take a shallow sigh of air and try to focus once again.

I blink few times, trying to see through all this bloody shroud messing with my vision.

Loud thunder strikes again and lightning crosses the sky, smashing old pine just couple feet away. I gaze at the sparkles falling from the tree-tops and landing into the mud. The pine gets on fire almost instantly, burning bright it lightens entire forest startling me. I see thick smoke going up above me and the heat of flame nearly licking my face. It dances amongst the old woods, getting an inch closer every time and backing away suddenly from me, like asking me to come closer.

This all is insane.

Confused and lost. Have no other words to describe a state of mind i'm currently in. Don't know what's happening with me.

I gather myself from the ground, sit up and search my pockets, trying to find a cell phone desperately. As I finally reach it, I stare at the wet dirty screen. No service.

Well that's just great.

I'm angry and frustrated. I throw the phone into the tree in front of me, watching it shatter in peaces hitting the stem.

I tilt my head and stare at all the blood around me, the flames. The blood isn't mine. And there's no wounds in my body. I touch my legs, abdomen and head just to make sure there aren't any major injuries, but I find none. I gaze at my dirty clothes with horror. At my feet. I'm missing the shoes. I tried very hard, but I couldn't remember what the hell had happened.

I can't move. I'm sitting there in a pool of thickening blood, trying to get up. It's not the blood that worries me. In fact it's the only thing that really calms my nerves, but not this time.

I catch myself in this strange world i've never been before. Something so weird, so scary, yet beautiful in a way.

I gaze at this blood around me. It's getting thick, and I watch it moving around me, making small circles under my feet.

My eyes catches a sight of a figure of something on the ground. I narrow my eyes, trying to see it better from afar. It leaves me speechless, as someone dead and rotten can now be seen drifting into the ground.

Something so wrong and so ravaged on the ground, black and twisted body in the most sick way I ever saw, with bones penetrating it's skin through a ripped open wounds all over. I see it's arms twisted in unnatural curves, the shoulders are dislocated and the hairy head is watching to the opposite direction than it's chest. There's wide cut on the abdomen, with still fresh blood it's soaking the forest's grass and moving towards the swamp i'm sitting in.

The guts are splattered on the ground, few crows are already eating it, digging into this flesh with pleasure, still keeping eyes on me. They stick their beaks into the bloody mud, eating guts peace by peace with worms crawling around. I gaze at this flesh in front of me and can barely see a human in this mess of mud.