A Blood Red Top Hat

Chapter Twenty-Three: Bruises and Stitches

Warning:
This chapter contains blood and extreme gruesome language.

I gasped at the sight, swimming...

She does not have any legs or feet anymore, but the more gruesome things are they were been chopped off.

The green is slowly dipped with red mists, and the chopped off place was sewed on. Big stitches swigged through the line of red just below her hip bone.

I bite back a gag, I don't wanted to look anywhere else, maybe all of the green containers contains a victim of...whatever this is.

The golden haired does not seen awake in any form, how her hair tangles along the green around her.

"Well, well,well."

I turn, eyes wide open as I scan the room, nothing. I swallow down my fears and slowly move a few inch on the grey floor.

"So who are you?" The ghostly voice echoes the room.

"Why should I tell you?" I wanted to make my statement sound strong yet it comes out just a whimpering mess.

There was a moment of silent, weird chills run down as the silent continues to grow, "well then. Guess I will give you a name then."

Wha-

I gasped as a large arm touch my back, I jumped back while facing towards 'it'.

A small girl, hovering above the ground with...wings. Four insect wings poking out from her back, like Swimming, blood dripped down from her back as she used her sewed on wing.

Her grin curved upwards with stitches over the sides over red cuts with red and black goo dripping out.

I fought back her strength, it was quite easy to my surprise as I pushed, the screams led out by the girl was no human scream, nowhere like a human. Just insect screeches.

I stare at the hybrid mess as how a small innocent life become this monster. I run with the strength inside my legs, I refuse to hurt the flying insect that chases behind me, she could be a victim just like Swimming.

"What are you doing?" I pushes her slender arms, yet she didn't stop. I still feel the uncomfortable feeling pool within my lower stomach.

She didn't stop, just keep chasing as I run slower and slower of the running, my steps grow heavier as the time went by. Yet she doesn't seem to stop. The smile still dangling on her blood covered face as she pursues.

"You can not run from him."

She said.