Monster of Blue

Chapter 10

Chapter 10 

     I can feel the faint outline of the monsters ribcage as I’m pulled flush against it’s back. The blue clothed arms hold me tightly in place, hinting at the wiry muscles hidden underneath. The usual warmth and steady thump of a heartbeat that makes up a human being is absent. Not even his chest moves, as if he doesn’t breath.

     Tears begin to prickle at the rim of my eyes as fear grabs at me. It’s hold sudden, sharp. Those invisible claws of horror piercing into my heart and making its rhythm increase. I tense as the creature takes in a deep breath and lets out a low chuckle. One of his gray clawed hands drift up my arm to my shoulder and into my hair. The thin, cold digits playing with the red locks, weaving the strands and ridding them of the small knots. 

     I start to tremble, my mind screaming at me to flee but my body unable to move, my lips unable to speak. Slowly, the hand slides from my hair to my neck, caressing it in an almost loving manner. 

     Suddenly, he leans in, burying his face in my hair and sniffing my scent. The hand on my neck momentarily lowers to stroke my collarbone and I jump in response. Another low, dark laugh echoes in my ears, the sound forever imprinted in my mind as I softly sob, “Why…? Why won’t you leave me be…” 

     The tears start to fall freely from my eyes, blurring my vision as their warmth falls like tiny rivers down my face. “I…I’ve taken the medicine,” I chock out, my voice breaking as I scream, “Why are you still here?” 

     I hadn’t expected an answer to the question, just another cruel laugh to further push me into this strange new existence. Where my eyes played tricks and a subconscious part of my brain took delight in watching me struggle against the horrid visions it creates. 

      “Pills darling?” the monster asks, the humor clear in his voice, “You think I can be stopped by your pathetic human antidotes? Your tonics and candy colored miracle workers?” 

     His hardy laughter echoes off the apartment walls as the mask-covered face sits against the back of my head. Those cold lips firmly pressing against my scalp as the hand near my throat slides back down my arm where the wound lays. Those cold, inhumanly elongated fingers caressing the wound and making sparking of faint pain shoot through my nerves. 

      “Silly, beautiful, pathetic Shae,” the hoarse voice whispers, the words wrapping like snakes around my heart, “Oh, there is so much for you to learn. So much that I must teach you.”

      I glance down at the hand circling the bandage, ignoring the faint pain it brings as fear tightens its grip on my heart. My senses becoming dull as adrenaline begins to pump through my veins. But, despite the knowledge of what this creature—who is holding me as delicately as a glass doll—can do, my curiosity is peaked at his words. Before I can stop myself I blurt out, “Learn?” 

     His cold breath hits my ear, “Of course. You will need to learn how to live. How to be.” 

     The gentle caresses on my wounded wrist abruptly change to that of piercing needles. Those cold fingers biting into the bandages, holding my hand like the iron jaws of an animal trap. Instinctively, I jump and try to wrench my hand from the vice-like grip, my entire body struggling against the monster’s hold. However, the creature doesn’t move. Preferring to ignore my noises of protest and flaying limbs to instead bury his masked face back into my hair. Taking a deep breath, he releases the painful hold on my damaged wrist to grab the other one that thrashes in a vain attempt to release me from this beast. 

      “Shhhhh,” he coo’s in my ear, forcibly bringing the wrist just a few inches from my face. I freeze when I see it, the clarity of it. It’s grown; the dark markings of a plant twisted and vile creeping my arm and disappearing from my limited sight. It’s vines and leaves that bud from the small seed looking as if infected with a crippling disease.