After the Sky Bled

Chapter 8

It took us all a second to process what had just happened. The president of the United States had just been mauled, murdered, and then snacked on by some kind of monster. Even Mira Jane was out of it for a second. Unfortunately, be didn't get to luxury of time, because the door splintered in, with a teeth chattering crack, followed by a terrifying sequel. Every eye turned away from the static overlaid screen, and to the half imploded door, then to the bright orange eye looking through one of the cracks.

"Not my fault." It muttered. "Not my fault." I knew that voice. It rose in volume, as our assailant beat half heartedly on the door, which still sent it shuttering. "Not my fault!" it repeated, pounding the door with more force. "Couldn't control it, not my fault!" with every repetition the rapping on the door became more and more like pounding, and the door couldn't take it. The cracks grew with its volume, larger and louder. The three of us just sat there, paralyzed, not necessarily with fear. Sarah just looked curious, Mira was merely analytical, and I just wanted to figure out where I'd heard that freaking voice. I knew that I knew that voice from somewhere. God it was bugging me (yes, more than the fact that a monster was trying to get into the house.) Suddenly the creature screeched; a blood curdling screech that shocked every one of us out of our respective trances. It was then that the three of us came to a simultaneous conclusion: this thing was a threat, and needed to be handled. Just as we all stood to take action, the door gave way, showering us and the room with splinters. None of them stuck, but they were a significant annoyance. Mira had the initiative to catch her share (with her mind) and slinging them back. The beast screamed in pain as the needles found their various marks, but it didn't falter.

"The woman from downstairs!" I exclaimed, causing Mira to turn my way, a look of confusion on her face. She lost the look, and returned to the matter at hand, just in time to get a monster fist to the face. The force sent her flying into the wall above the couch, the audible crack that followed made me sick to my stomach. I saw the crimson life of my sister trailing from the crack in her skull as she fell from her hole in the wall to the couch. Before I realized, I couldn't tell a difference from the red of her blood and the red I was seeing as the rest of the world. As I turned to handle the creature that mauled my sister, I saw firsthand the business end of the monster's fist, just before I felt it. Mira's hole got substantially deeper, and I got substantially angrier. Surprisingly, I didn't pass out, but damn sure lost myself. My nails extended, digging into the wall, helping hold me in place. The adrenaline, the kind I had only ever felt once before; the first time I took a life, flooded my veins. It hadn't even been a day, and I was already itching to take another. This beast didn't know it, but I was going to rip it apart. There it was again, that surge of power in my legs, like before, except now I recognized it, knew it, and intended to bend it to my will. The surge built, and I aimed, aimed at the toiling mass of flesh and blood that was hunched over snarling at me. Such a weak thing its snarl was. Like she wasn't really feeling it; the power coursing through her veins, the blood boiling in her gut, the intent to kill that which stood against her. It was as if her body and mind wanted blood, but her soul was absent. Lost. I took no pity, felt no remorse, this epiphany simply made me want her blood with more passion. She had brought pain to my sister and I, and she wasn't even all there. Whatever was left of this bitch was going to fade away. Now.

My body bunched up, coiled and ready to spring. My eyes focused in on her soft mushy torso, and I launched myself. Across the room, flying at a speed man should not be capable of reaching purely of his own volition. This lasted for a mere second before my extended arms, tipped with razor sharp nails fashioned from pure bloodlust, found their mark, and plunged in. I could feel her innards in my hands, had my pick of the ones I currently wished to investigate further. A clump of fleshy tubing, the wretch's intestines, and large liquid filled pouch, her acid filled gut, Perfect. As her body slammed against the floor with a satisfying thud, I grabbed hold of my treasures, and propelled myself from her already doomed form. Doing a summersault in the air, I splattered the room with her inner makeup, and ripped her stomach from its lodgings. As her intestines trailed me through the air, I righted myself, so as to see her pitiful form. She was screeching with such desperation it made me giggle, but also made my highly sensitive ears ache, it was time to fill her throat with something other than that wrenched sound. My feet hit the ceiling, and I immediately sent myself soaring towards her again, with one arm outstretched, like superman, plus a blood covered stomach that was in desperate need of its body. I was all too happy to oblige. I made contact for the second time, only in this instance, I had aimed for her mouth, and had led with a gut, as opposed to my claws. As her stomach re entered her system, I made sure to puncture it, so as to have her own fluids eat her from the inside out.

Swiftly, I pulled my hand from her maul, covered in blood, and stomach acid, it burned, but I would be fine, unlike my prey. Standing over her shuttering, but not quite lifeless corpse, I felt obligated to, just this once, show her what a real predator sounds like. From the very depths of my being, a combination of my body, mind, and soul erupted. A savage bestial noise that only the monsters of this world could truly appreciate; I roared, roared for the world to hear, roared for the naïve little angels in heaven, and the demented demons in hell, roared for the almighty god, and his twisted counterpart, roared so as to show all of existence my savagery, my power. When my breath ran short, I let gaze fall from its skyward stare, back onto my victim, and finished with a real predator's snarl, before feeling one side of my lips part into that involuntary smirk.

Then, as the carnage subsided, I remembered something, remembered someone. I could feel her presence now, could smell the fear in her sweat. From behind a chair, Sarah stood, a look of pure terror on her beautiful face.

"Ty? Tyson is that you?"