The Life in Our Heads | COMPLETED

Part 4

*WARNING* THIS PART IS GRUESOME AND GOREY. WHAT WILL HAPPEN IN THIS PART MAY BE TOO INTENSE TO READ FOR SOME VIEWERS. IF THAT IS THE TYPE OF CONTENT YOU CANNOT HANDLE, PLEASE DO NOT PROCEED.

"Gross, I know. He came over to my home last night, clearly panicked over--well, you've already seen it. I guess he knew destruction was impending."

Avail's legs wavered.

"Want to see something else? Fido, show Avail the new trick I taught you."

The abrupt sound of glass gently breaking served as a response to Cameron's command. The noise was torturous to listen to. The glass sounded as if it were stretching, like a strained rubber band, but it was hard to perceive what was causing the bowl to destroy itself.

Avail's body numbed, now seeing the culprit of the pulverized bowl.

She frantically dove to the ground, as a massively overgrown Fido used its new teeth in an attempt to crush his previous owner. Everything in the creature's path was minced and wrecked. Avail felt excruciatingly nauseous when she realized that she could've been the one who was destroyed.

Fido continued to peck and charge towards her, with his powerful teeth, as she screeched in overwhelming terror. She cornered herself in between two walls, so that Fido's body size would prevent him from closing the distance. But the tactic barely saved the skin of her nose, for he was still lethally close, ravenously determined to consume her.

Avail had no other defenses, but the skin of her arms. She used them to block her face from Fido's feverent biting. The storm of her fear had completely wiped out her courage.

"Geez, Fido, take a hint! She clearly doesn't want to play." Cameron's dismissal of the fish's attempt to kill Avail had come from the lowest levels of sympathy. It demolished her heart.

Fido's attacks had ceased, but Avail didn't dare take a breath. In her head, she was already dead. At that point, she had abandoned all fear of dying. The only factor of death that petrified her was how and where she was going to meet her end.

"I get why others hate the Takens. We can be pretty low-down." Cameron spoke casually.

"I don't hate you..."

"'I just hate what you've become.'" He mocked in a high-pitched tone. "Is that the bull you were about to force down my throat?"

There was no denying that Cameron took the words from her mouth.

Devious intent formed a cynical smile on his face, as he snapped his fingers of his left hand. "Fido, erode."

Right before her eyes, Fido had loomed over Cameron, growing in size behind him. The contrast of the two were exponential, but Cameron remained still. Avail felt a slight tickle graze her brow, to her ear, then to her shoulder. Instinctively, she looked up, shocked to see that black specks were gently floating downward. They flickered as they reflected their own shine. Taking her gaze to Fido, she noticed that his skin had developed far more rotted spots than what she noticed before. Her stomach managed a tremendous churn once she realized what was happening. Fido was decomposing.

She couldn't escape the infinite flakes that toppled onto her skin. It was so beyond torture, she was beside herself with disgust. Avail found herself paralyzed, as her friend was literally falling to pieces in front of and onto her.

So many scales died off his skin, which caused the trickle to transition into a heavy rain.

"Dismember." The death infested rain had returned to a trickle. Avail, still being picked apart by her ravenous panic, had managed to notice a sound. Fido created a new kind of torment, as she was forced to listen to his low gurgling and grunts that were rich in pain. Her eyes had forgotten how to blink, as her gaze locked onto his next performance.