The Possession-Draft 1

Chapter 3

Chim awoke with a start as the smell of ammonia, formaldehyde and alcohol penetrated his nose, causing a stinging burn to begin. He groaned as his eyes rolled open slowly. Memories flooded his mind of the few remaining moments of his life, before Noc extinguished it.  He saw Kira, cowering from him, resisting the attack the Goat had made him inflict upon her and then feeling her go limp in his arms as the sweetness of her life slid down his throat. And then hearing that disgusting creature laugh at his expense as he watched her limp hand dangle from Dracul's mournful grasp. He watched it sway and buck with every sob Dracul cast into the cold air until his vision went black. 

A pang of something strange struck his chesk like a truck. It roiled and thrashed within him; was it guilt? Shame? Sorrow? Could his stormy, anger-locked mind even fathom such emotions towards someone else? His chest ached as the answer held his fate. He felt his body jerk violently and seize, before his vision went hazy and finally black. A feeble plume of miasma swirled out of his mouth as his glassy eyes once again opened and fixed upon the remnants of his coveted eyeball collection; ruined. The purple lights above were burned out as well, casting tiny mercury flecks into the air, which caused his throat to become dry as sandpaper as much as he gulped. This wasn't a nightmare conceived by the Void Beasts. As much as he wished it had been just a dream, it was real. His eyes flicked about the destroyed room. Razor sharp shards of glass littered the floor around him, both from the thick and ancient eyeball jars and the thin black light bulbs. Shelves were upended and an eerie silence blanketed the room itself. He mourned the loss of his treasures and his peace of mind. He had always woken up inside there, the Eyeball Room, when he died a violent death that required him to be mended and healed. It was a room of both creature comforts and a dungeon of horrors. His bed of rusted nails furnished with a plush pillow. His cozy casket inside of nothingness...or at least it was. Now it was ruined, tarnished...destroyed.

It was then that he felt it, like a steel cable circling around his heart. He winced as his breath caught in his throat, and a painful throb shot through his chest. He clutched it gingerly, and to his shock he heard the voice laughing softly from within. That voice, that voice rang in his head like a death knell, "Hello again Chimney..."

It was like he had been dropped into icy water, and he was frozen in disbelief, "...no..."

"Oh yes, I am within you now Chimney, and not even death can free you from me. Though you're certainly welcome to try again, that was most amusing..."

He clawed at his shirt as his body began to shake as his breath went ragged with uncertainty and low-lying fear. "....No. No, no..." He rasped.

"Hmmmmmm, so much negativity in you still...your fear will sustain me well. Tell me, what was it like to feel her life leave in your hands?"

The hand clutching his shirt immediately balled itself into a tight fist as the anger roiled violently inside, "Shut the fuck up...Get the fuck out of me!", Chim seethed.

The laughter echoed within his ears, "Your anger is so satisfying. Though I must tell you that it will not help you.", Chim felt something pressing upon his heart causing it to palpitate uncontrollably, pushing the air out of his lungs. It was too large and heavy...it felt wrong in every way, and as it slid and curled in his chest he gasped and collapsed onto the floor.

"Oh my god..."

"He cannot hear you now Chim. Thank you for removing that Mark by the way, it made this process so much easier. I shall have to reward you for that."

"What have you done to me?", he groaned before coughing roughly, causing blood to dribble from his lips.

"I was a seed that was planted and will soon come to fruition, all thanks to you..."