Angel (Daryl Dixion x Reader)

~81~

Staring in horror was all you could do. Stand there in horror, body frozen in place. The orange glow of flames erupting before your (e/c) outline the eerie silhouette of a completely blacked out Atlanta city. It took a few seconds before the sound of the blasts reached your ears. Which unlocked your body with a jolt, and told you this over look that your boots were still firmly planted on, was far away. At least a few miles away from the city now burning buildings and streets. Though as soon as the blasts reached your ears, so do the screams. Blood curdling, full of such agony and terror streaked fear that it has you physically flinching in recoil of it all. It was so loud that it instantly has your hands flying up over your ears. Which did nothing to stop the skull rattling, ear drum busting screaming. A woman grabs your right forearm, and try's to yank you around to face herself, but it was like your boots were glued to the ground. Your eyes tear from the city being bombed again by the same helicopters and jets that you used to feel a sense of relief in seeing. The woman you now faced, you realized was a blurry faced stranger, which had you utterly confused in a heart beat and head drawing back in surprise. The surprised confusion then melts into spine chilling terror as you make out the black pits where her eyes should be. Her eye sockets seemingly void of nothing and beginning ooze what could possibly be thick streaking blood. Not that you could tell if it was a deep red with the blur of her features and darkness of night covering you both. Then you recognize the features you could just barely make out. Making you realize, it was your own facial features. With that shocking realization the blur instantly solidifies, as if you had looked down into a pool of slowly stilling water. Making you feel like you were staring into some fucked up fun house mirror reflection rather than at a solid person. You knew she was real, because you could still feel her hand with tightly wrapped fingers around your forearm. She opens her mouth to scream whatever she'd been trying to previously tell you. What came out of her mouth instead of insults, questioning rage, or a warning, was truly horrifying. Had you believing she was some kind of demon doppelgänger or eerie ass banshee because all that comes out of her blackened mouth was more, louder screaming. This time mixed with moans and groans of what sounded like slowly, painfully dying animals. But you'd heard that horrific sound enough times to be able to recognize it for what it actually was. People.. slowly dying humans. Your jaw clenches, teeth barring from the pain the loud screaming moans brings your ears and head. It makes you instinctively start trying to rip your arm out of her fingers painful grip. Just to be able cover your ears and attempt to save yourself some kind of hearing. You wince again when the pitch increases at your movements. So loud it actually makes your head start to ring. It's then when you realize you can make words out over the hellish screaming. Not English, but fluent speaking French.

"Save me!" A boy screams out in pure terror. "Please-Help me!" A woman screeches, sounding completely shell shocked. "Stop- STOP IT! MERCY!!" A man screams in horrific sounding agony. "I WANT MY MOMMY!" A little girl screams right before screaming bloody murder. You whimper and try to wrench from the cold death grip the woman has on your arm. Her fingers digging into your flesh hard enough now that her nails begin to draw blood from your flesh. "Let go- LET GO OF ME!" You yell back in shaken French. Your voice barely audible to your own ears over the screaming. This creature must not of liked that, because it's face twists in anger. Its skin greys with death and rapidly begins decaying before your very eyes only for the scent of rot over comes your senses. Drowning you in the smell of blood, death, decay, and rotten flesh. It's body and limbs then begin snapping and popping as she grows a solid two or three feet in size to tower over your form. Your eyes widening in horror as your head rises, your gaze following hers up. Not daring look away from this empty eyed, gnarled, now spindly and mangled.. thing. The endless screaming coming from its black hole of a mouth becomes mixed with the gruesome sound of tearing flesh and snapping bones next. The anguished driven screaming becomes vocal shredding as its mouth widens into an un-natural open mouthed grin. "STOP- STOP IT! LET THEM GO!!" You scream as your left hand grabs your knife, ripping it out of its sheath. Only to spin it as swiftly just so you could to drive it deep into its face-