Cold Blooded

Part #5

     I woke up with a jolt. A scraping noise could be heard not too far away. I reached down to pat Antonio for comfort. He was.....wet, and sticky. I gently scooped him up in my arms as not to wake him and brought him to the edge of the lake. In the soft pale moonlight I saw the crimson that stained his pelt. He wasn't asleep, he was dead!

     Dead!

     Dead.....

     His bright blue eyeball now a dull, lifeless, pale blue circle. I turned his warm body over and saw the other one missing. His stomach had a slit in it where his intestines threatened to pour out. I choked on my fear ridden sobs. Tears streamed down my face and stained my red cheeks, it felt like someone poured hot acid in thin lines down my face. He wouldn't be warm for long, I had to bury him now. I put him down, the whole world now a blurry mess. But a glint from him caught my eye. Only a thin lining of tissue held his organs back now, but somehow something shiny was inside. It seemed big. I gagged as I tore open that small lining of tissue only to feel the hot contents of his body pour out over my hands. The shiny object was a blade? I gingerly picked it up to inspect it. I saw a tiny button and pressed it not knowing what would happen. I hissed as the blade popped up and sliced the tip of my index finger. I wiped my hand over my cheeks and sniffled a bit.