Drabbles and Containment by A Forum User

Drabble Thirty-Three - Too Many Of Nathan's Movies

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~Sang~

I woke to the sound of sobbing.

"Nathan?" I asked, glancing around. He should have been there. He'd stayed over the night. But nothing.

Slowly, I shifted up in the bed.

"Nathan?" I said again. The sobbing was growing desperate, fast. Again, no answer.

It was cliché, but I shouted again, "Nathan. This isn't funny. Really. Please."

I sat up in the bed, reaching over for the torch that was on my bedside that I sometimes used for reading. I flicked it on, casting the beam around the room. It illuminated a wide patch, and I bit back a scream at what I saw.

Hunched over was a figure in the corner of the room.

The thing, whatever it was, was pale, near alabaster white. Its ribs stuck out, and the ridges of its spine poked up through its back. The limbs hung off its body, long and white, ending in thick claws that gleamed in dripping blood.

It was still crying, so heartbreaking that part of me wanted to run and hide, and the other wanted to help it.

I slipped out of the bed, deciding that either way, it would be better to have a clear shot at running. At the sound, the things head shot up.

Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.

It had tiny eyes, pitch black and too small for the sockets, with stretched out flesh covering the sagging emptiness. Blood, tears of blood, were pouring from them. Its nose was just the bone heart-shape that was the base, covered up. Its mouth looked like it had been torn open, pieces of skin hanging off and fangs protruding, covered in blood and gore stuck in the gaps.

I stumbled backwards, only to have Nathan's body come into view.

He was pale, like cold marble, crimson blood spilling out over his body. His stomach was torn open, his intestines hanging out like something...Like something had been eating it. It looked horrific, like butchered meat.

I wanted to help him, but I couldn't do anything. I couldn't do anything.

The thing reached a gore-covered hand out to me.

"Hungry," it moaned, it's voice pained.

"Peanut! Peanut, wake up!" I screamed and jumped up, to see Nathan standing there, fresh from the shower, worried and concerned for me.

I flung my arms round his neck.

"Nathan, oh god, Nathan."