AWAKENING[REVAMPED EDITION]

CHAPTER I

TEN YEARS LATER.

Darris could feel the sharp fangs biting into his neck. The warm blood gushing over his limp but very much alive body. They were tearing him apart, limb from limb, ripping large chunks of red flesh off of his body exposing the skeleton beneath.

But he couldn't scream and even if he did, no one would come. They were all dead.

All other nine members of the team he had brought down to the caves. The nine other members he had lead to their deaths.

Wincing at the excruciating pain of a pair of claws digging into his chest, he turned his head with the little remaining energy he had at the face of the figure above him. The figure that had caused so much pain and suffering in the last 30 minutes alone.

Catching Darris' eyes the figure turned it's head sideways and opened its mouth wide, the interior filled with red-stained, uneven fangs.

Breathing slowly through the newly formed hole in his neck, Darris closed his eyes and felt as the figure bent down and savagely ripped out his throat.

And then he woke up.

Sitting up alone in his bed and in a pool of cold sweat, he sighed and swung his body over the side to stand up. Every night the dreams were the same. Except they were not really dreams but nightmares. The same nightmare over and over.

Darris not being able to move, slowly having every part of his body torn apart with the final blow being his throat getting torn out of his already mutilated body.

Sighing and standing up, he slowly made his way down the hallway into the kitchen where he flicked on a light and filled a glass with a nearly empty alcohol bottle.

The only way to numb the pain. "Alcohol really is the true medicine", he thought to himself and emptied the glass into his mouth, the burning liquor rushing down his parched throat.

"It's two in the morning."

Instantly dropping the glass, Darris reached behind his waist and pulled out the silver magnum he stashed in his waistline. Within seconds he had it pointing at the figure in which the voice came from.

Letting himself focus for a while, he put the gun down when he realized the figure was his daughter, Valentina. She had slipped into the house using the key under the mat somehow without making even a tiny sound.

"Why are you here", he asked turning back toward the counter and the empty liquor bottle. He still held the gun in his left hand not putting it away back into his waist belt.

"I came to check on you after you didn't answer my calls", she responded walking toward him and softly taking the gun from his hands and placing it onto the table. "I still don't understand why you carry this around with you", she continued looking at her father.

He could feel her dagger like eyes staring at him, they were like icicles. He could practically feel his skin getting colder the longer she stared.

"They're out there. That's why, Valentina", he barked loudly obviously annoyed and started to walk back toward the bedroom. Out the corner of his eye he saw Valentina follow and he picked up the pace by a few steps. "I don't need you worrying about me", Darris muttered as he approached the doorway now facing his daughter.

Valentina sighed and placed a soft hand on her father's shoulder.

"I want to worry about you", she responded and gave a short smile that hid the pain beneath. For a decade he drank his life away trying to hide the pains from the past. He felt that it was his fault the mission ended like it did and he wouldn't even let her comfort him.

"Please. Valentina I'm ok."

Sighing Valentina gave another quick smile and slowly stepped through the front door of the house, but Darris only felt relieved when the sound of her car engine began to fade away. He didn't need her interfering with anything in his life. She needed to worry about her own.

But once he had positioned himself into bed once more and closed his eyes the nightmares began once again.

It was different this time. It was dark.

This time instead of already being mutilated and torn into, here he was in a full military uniform equipped with an assault rifle and other tactical gear. Looking around the area, he spotted all other nine members of the team he had lost and with horror everything came back to him.

It was happening again. He was watching all of his team get eaten by that thing. That figure that hid itself in the shadows.

"No. No!!!!", he yelled but no sound came out. In fact every other member was acting as if he wasn't even there though he was in the mist of the group.

Straining his eyes and getting them adjusted to the dark, he noticed a man in the front that resembled him almost exactly but younger and slightly taller. The younger version of Darrius then looked to his right and summoned much younger person to stand beside him, the scout.

Darris willed himself to move but his body just wouldn't allow it. He was stuck in the middle of the group watching his younger self in horror.

With a nod of his head, the scout began to walk forward into the darkness and it was quiet for quite some time. "Maybe it has ended", Darris thought and began to relax a little. Maybe his mind couldn't process all of what had happened and couldn't keep the nightmare going.

But when he saw the head roll down the cave floor and touch the feet of the younger version of himself he knew the nightmare was just beginning.

"Everyone, weapons ready", young Darris whispered and started to walk deeper into the cave the team following right behind.

"No!!!! Don't go!!!!", Darris continued to yell but no sound still came out of his throat.

Watching the group go further and further into the cave Darris began to weep, slowly at first but then heavier tears began to stroll down his reddened face."Please!!!", he begged and dropped to the ground covering up his ears.

The sound was horrific.

The sound of someone screaming for helpers they are eaten alive is a sound that is beyond description. Even through his ears, Darris heard the gunfire and constant torture-filled screams. It was if he himself could feel the figure feasting upon his own body.

"You could've have saved them."

The voice was deep and demonic and not facing it he felt the presence behind him. Opening his eyes for a second he came face to face with the figure that had killed each and every one of his teammates.

It was him. Or what was left of him anyway.

The figure that had been talking to him was Darris but disfigured and bloodied. It was the way he had looked after escaping the cave.

"I'm coming for you", he said in the demonic voice and grabbed Darris by the throat and once again tore it out, spine and all, leaving him bloodied and mangled in a heap of skin.

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