Cold Blood

6

"Nights go by
Hours pass and moonlight dies
Close your eyes

You're dreaming and so am I"

"We have to go," I turned around, careful to avoid eye contact with the bloodied mess that rested a few feet from us. "T-the girl-" I saw his eyes glance over at her body for a brief second before they found my face again. "She won't be able to hurt you anymore," His vague answer didn't lessen the quivering of my hands as they reached out to touch the one he held out for me. "Look, a lot of messed up stuff is going to happen, but as long as I'm here you won't have to deal with it...not alone anyway." His words sound sincere, calming and soft like warm honey pouring over pancakes. His eyes, however, are cold and glaring but somehow I know the hostility isn't meant for me. "Come on he'll be here soon," He gently pulls on my hand and my feet begin stumbling forward. "Who?" I can already tell that he's probably not very friendly but a better explanation could really help me get my thoughts together, considering there are people trying to murder us.

There was silence for a moment as he surveyed our surroundings, pausing occasionally to check if I was keeping up. "Karma...who?" He looked at me, his brow furrowed and his bottom lip between his teeth. Seconds ticked by before he opened his mouth- clang...clang...clang- "What was that?" I received no answer as Karma grasped onto my arm before dragging me through the school's courtyard. "Not good, not good," He skidded to a halt before roughly pulling me behind him, the force of his movement sent me crashing to the grass, the rocks and course dirt tearing the skin from my cheek to my chin. "What the he-"

Numb, that's how I would describe it, that's how I would describe how my body felt when I looked up. It was as if a doctor had injected me with a lethal dose of anaesthetic, I couldn't feel a single thing. I didn't even realise I had stopped breathing until my body convulsed forward and my mouth tore open sucking in as much air as it possibly could. My throat burned and my eyes stung, my mind was still trying to process what it had seen, a machine that wasn't fully machine and people that weren't full people. A huge mesh of corpses had been sewn together, some were still barely alive, their eyes a stark white and their skin a pale ash grey. Barbed wire looped their mouths shut, tendrils of blood and saliva leaked from the wounds pulling at their rubbery skin. Many had prosthetic, mechanical arms holding all sorts of weapons ranging from chainsaws to maces, while all had long spindly metal legs lined with tiny, knife-like needles that glinted in the sun.

The burning in my throat grew worse as a cold sensation rose from the pit of my stomach before slithering up into my mouth and aggressively slamming up against my lips. I immediately doubled over, vomit constantly flowing from my mouth. It seemed like hours before it was finally reduced to dry heaving. I sat there pathetically grasping at the grass as I tried to control my ragged breathing. "Karma I-" I looked up but he was gone. he must've run while I was bent over puking, understandable, after all, I wouldn't want to stick around with this thing either. A hoarse chuckle racked my body before I was engulfed in dry painful coughing. "So I guess this is my fate huh?" I looked up, "destined to join the machine of death," 

"I'm afraid not my dear," 

I know that voice, I've known it for a very long time so why can't I recognise who it belongs to?