After the Sky Bled

Chapter 7

            After becoming confident in my morphing abilities, I returned to the living room, still rocking the demon, just to get a rise out of them later. I walking into a silent room, well duh, isn’t that what happens when you barge in on people who were just talking about you? I couldn’t help myself, I had to see them squirm a little, so as I sat down on the now grounded couch, I looked at both Sarah, and my sister in turn, before picking up the remote, and saying, not at either of them in particular;

“Next time you talk about someone behind their back, make sure they don’t have super hearing first.” The looks on both of their faces where like a mix between fear and pre-teen- after their- crush- finally- gives- them- the- time- of- day: Priceless. Mira started to say something in her defense but I un-muted the T.V. before she could spit it out.

“Here, on channel 66 we will be airing the presidential address on the strange red mist that fell from the sky earlier today.” Blared the local anchorman, all while failing to hide what distinctly looked like a tail behind his back. The image flashed over, to what looked like the area in front of the white house, and there he was, the president himself. Of course he looked prim and proper, like he had just strolled out of a high security nuclear bunker. The bastard probably knew this was coming hours before it happened, and didn’t have the decency to tell the rest of us.

Still, we sat and listened as he gave his address. He euthanized the crap out of it, but we got the gist; Chinese bomb, nuclear radiation, blah blah blah, essentially we really were living a movie. As the president when on, Sarah and I became slightly restless, but Mira was watching as intently as ever, so we did so as well. As the address dragged on, Sarah and I became less and less interested, however, in the corner of the image, a commotion came into view. We all perked up, wondering what it was. The camera man must have noticed it too, as he paned the picture over, and zoomed into the crowd. We could catch a glance of bodies falling, blood being sprayed trough the air, and a mangling body doing all of the damage. As the body made its way through the crowd, the Secret Service formed a barrier, and began shooting into the mob, completely unconcerned with the possibly still breathing civilians. Typical.

Despite the highly trained marksmen tearing it apart with gunfire, the monster continued to rip through the crowd. As it approached the wall of sharply dressed men with guns, it wavered, but only for a second, before jumping over them, and straight onto the president. The president’s body hit the pavement with a solid crunch, like biting into perfectly cooked toast. And the beast grunted with seeming joy. The camera zoomed in and focused as the thing tore into the president’s already limp body with its jaws, tearing out arteries and intestines alike. In-between meat filled gulps, it appeared to be speaking.

“Your fault!” it gasped, spattering blood with every word. “Your fault this happened!” All of America watched as this monster tore apart the leader of the free world on live television. And not a single one of the men and women who voted him into office opposed the creature’s words.

The image was cut off just after one of the agents unloaded a round into the head of the already mangled beast, causing its face to burst outward, spewing gray matter and blood onto the defiled corpse of our now definitively deceased leader.