Faux Souls

Weary Souls

I hear music. Where am I? I can feel my body moving. Well, I don't feel like it's my body. I'm not controlling it. Everything's dark. I feel the body move it's arm, I feel a curtain being pushed aside.

I'm suddenly blinded by bright lights from bonfires and torches. I look around. Correction, she looks around. I seem to be in some sort of small town or village. Maybe I should use "us" instead of me, this is getting weird very quickly. A boy walks up to us.

"Jessica, it's almost time! The blood moon is about to begin!" The small boy jumped up and down happily. Blood moon, what on Earth is that? Better question: is this even on Earth? Hmm...apparently this woman's name is Jessica. I feel like I know her...

"Yes, deary! We all know what that means, right? I start my life as our village's priestess today!" Jessica beamed. I can feel wrinkles moving to the side as Jessica smiled. She's probably quite old.

Jessica walks over to what appears to be the village's plaza. Wow, this place must be really far out to look this old! She sits down and I can feel fabric between my, sorry, her hands. Is she anxious, what's happening?

"They're coming..." I softly mumbles to . Woah, I actually said something. But...I didn't intend to say anything at all...

"Aye, I can sense them too...They're not to far by now, I fear." Jessica says. OK SLOW DOWN PLEASE! They, who the flying fuck nuggets is "they"?! Now I know I have to be dreaming. Jessica looks down, holding a goblet of water. I look at the reflection, and I want to vomit from shock. She looks just like my mother, only super older, and grey hair. Yup. I'm either dreaming or I've gone insane. Maybe both, who knows anymore! I try to form words to say but I'm cut off by a loud shriek.

"JESSICAAAA! SEND EVERYONE TO THE TEMPLE, NOW!", An old poor man yells from a distance. He waves his torch in the air violently to make sure we see him. I hear more screams and running footsteps. I can feel Jessica's heart rate skyrocket. I don't blame the old lady, I feel just as panicked as her. The little boy we saw early runs up to Jessica and tugs her ritualistic dress.

"J-Jessy! Please, help, they got Poppa and Momma! They might get Scarl--" The boy didn't get a chance to finish. A young man around his 20's grabbed the boy. Wait...this doesn't seem right. His eyes are completely white, with red veins coursing through them. His flesh is a sickly grey, almost ash colour. His right shoulder has a large bite on it. I watch in horror as the man's teeth find the boy's neck and chomps down hard. I try to look away, but Jessica won't allow it. The boy wiggles and shakes his body in pure pain and agony. His screams seem to pierce the night sky.

"JESSICA!" I try to speak to the damn woman. DAMN YOU, OLD FART! MOVE! I try screaming in her head as loud as I could possibly yell. The man, no, the creature inches towards Jessica. She seems to be in a state of shock, unable to move. Now's really not the time to be paralyzed, Jessica! The vile creature pounces on top of Jessica, and I can feel it's cold teeth bury into her left shoulder She let's out a painful howl, only making the pain worse for both of us.

"MOVE, JESSICA! DO SOMETHING, ANYTHING!" I need to wake up from this, and soon. I feel myself slipping away into numbness. I...need to try.

"JESSICA!"

Silence. I feel the disgusting thing clawing away at Jessica's stomach, eating it like a buffet. Talk about stomachaches, Jesus.....

"JESSICA, DO SOMETHING!

Silence.

"WAKE UP! GET IT OFF!"

Silence.