Emergence ~ Split

Chapter Six

Casey tried to reach for something stable within her chest, the loving memory of her father's strong hand wrapping around her own, even the abusive aggression of her Uncle John's care. It reminded of who she was, the broken little girl.

But the newest thought to push against her heart was the sight of Dennis's surprise and pure appreciative look in his eyes as she zipped up his pants. She closed her eyes, feeling her chest swell with the thoughts of Dennis, it made her feel needed.

Casey fiddled with her sleeve, lifting it over her wrist as her fingertips scrapped along the scars that were ever-present. She closed her eyes and breathed in the lingering scent of Dennis, imaging his warm arms encircling her as they would pull her in closer towards his chest, hiding her from all the bad in the world.

She released a nervous startled laugh at the unexpected thought, running a hand through her hair. Tracing over her where Dennis's soft hand had hesitantly touched.

Casey froze deep in her bones when she heard a gut wrenching scream that echoed around the four walls of her room. She sat up expecting blood to be flooding through underneath the door, or for the door to break down and bestow the sight of carnage. The cries were deep, cutting across and straight into Casey's ears.

She stood from the bed, shaking as her feet carried her backwards. Her fingers and lips were itching, burning at the thought of how Dennis touched her, kissed her, made her feel safe. How his own eyes mirrored a similar emotion, the delicate nature of having his complete focus.

Even as the screams enveloped her, she couldn't think of being scared of him. Deep inside she knew that it wasn't Dennis. She believed that somewhere under the surface he would still remain, the confused and impulsive man that she desperately wanted to see again.

The screams slowly died as a primal growl was able to be heard, it was the brutal grunts of Kevin's inner beast. With cautiously quiet movements she dragged the bed underneath the center of the room. She then crawled her way back onto the bed, the blood soaked mattress staining her palm as she began hitting the ceiling. She knew she had to get out, the beast wouldn't stop.

Her breath was rough, as fear began to creep into her. Her thoughts falling into survival instinct, taking from the memories of hunting endless every weekend with her father and uncle. At the thought of uncle John she violently threw a punch to the ceiling, indenting it and punctuating a hole. She began to claw at the plaster, as the powdery dust fibres fell across her chest.

She found a metal grate, useful for insulation, roughly she torn it from the wall and drop it to the floor. Freezing as the loud metal rattled against the concrete floor.

She either heard or hallucinated the heavy breathing approaching her room. Without much thought she heaved herself out of the room, scrapping her hips along the vent, as she scooped her legs up into the rafter. She began to take in long controlled breaths, calming down her racing heart.

The door was forcefully shoved open, Casey watched in fear as a man's monster slowly pushed open the door. Her hands were sweating as she clung on to the edge of the grate, hoping her presence wasn't able to be seen.

The only sound was the beast's heavy breathing as he stepped further into the room, scanning the area. His shoulders thick with tension, trailing veins pushed against his skin as his muscles tightened between each breath.

Casey watched as his back raised with each staggering heft of breath, his chest and arms coated in dark blood that ran down through his fingers. He growled as he took another step forward, the movement leaving him grunting in pain, as his injured leg dragged behind him.