Emergence ~ Split

Chapter Seven

Dennis felt as the Beast, dripped its poisonous thoughts into his head, swirling around as it broke apart the clear beautiful image of Casey, melting her into an old ghost from his past. He could feel strong hands whack at the back of his head, with a familiar sneer. "Enough, now back to you're room."

Dennis felt his skin crawl, the need to cave in burning in his gut, to step out of the light. He tried to focus on the sweet Casey that cared for him, holding his hand and kissing him. Not the Casey the Beast conjured, the one that gritted it's teeth and spat accusatory terms, her once heartfelt brown eyes, shrinking into soulless rocks that glared unknowingly.

The Beast scratched along Dennis's nerves, catching on deep within his old wounds, shredding apart the thin fabric protecting him from ever acting out his deepest darkest desires.

Dennis was open, his beating heart echoing emptily around his ribcage, as the Beast freely took stabs at it, bringing forth ideas of viciously tearing into Casey's pure white skin, marking her with bruises and cuts. Licking along her tendons and craving his fingers up underneath her skin.

Dennis felt sick at the thought. It was breaking him down, forcing him to cling on to the light, for the life of Casey. But as the Beast took a shot straight into his fears, Dennis had already lost control. Merely becoming a passenger to witness the death of his love, by his own bare hands. Hands which he had the chance to cut off, teeth that he had the chance to grind down, and thoughts and desires he had the chance to overcome.

The beast didn't cry out in victory as he stood from the floor, controlling the pathetic body. Hastily, the beast moved towards the hallway, sprinting down it and dissolving Dennis's only source of happiness, beneath his hands.

Casey wiped the fallen tears away from her eyes with the back of her hand, gripping tightly onto the bundle of bullets, the dusty gunpowder grinding into her sliced up palms. Her head was hanging lowly as she walked towards Dennis, thinking of different ways she would be able to kill him without feeling guilty. None were coming to mind.

Her feet shuffled in front of her, unmotivated to approach him. The beast watched as her head hung low, dark hair collecting around in front of her face. He took a step closer, moving silently over the drain, stalking towards his prey.

The Beast kept lurking closer and closer, the space distinguishing as he felt the itch of hungry crawl all over his body. Casey was unaware, too caught up in her distracting thoughts. She was about three meters from the Beast when she finally looked up underneath her hair, her eyes jumping to find the Beast's filled with a desirous snarl. She only had moments to identify the Beast before he pounced upon her.

The shotgun blasted quickly, a first response. Her mind realising her actions, as she flicked it upwards, catching the majority of the blast into the metal tubes off to his side.

The Beast growled and reached out to yank her down, her feet kicking, spinning and thumping against the rattling metal grates as she scampered away. The Beast close on her heel, smiling at the simplicity of overtaking her.

It was awkward for her to run with the gun, but she didn't dare let it drop. She threw it forward with each step, pulling herself along with the momentum as she continued down the never ending tunnel that led into pure darkness, she could feel her chest strike in a corrupted fear as she hoped she wasn't running into a dead end.

The Beast was trailing along behind her, just moving enough to keep her scared as he followed to the end of the tunnel and into the filtration chamber.

Casey felt the room heat up as she pushed past the metal chainlink fence, instantly spinning to lock it up in front of the Beast's panting face. She watched in fear as his teeth glistened, she could imagine the very same sinking into her soft flesh.