Emergence ~ Split

Chapter Fourteen

Claire.

Casey could stand and stare at her for hours , watching the blonde's lips spread up into a n easy grin. Her teeth scrapping over her lower lip, pinching the tender flesh as she tried to hide her beautiful laugh which crowded Casey's thoughts. Tightening Casey's chest and picking up her heart rate as she wanted to lurch at the girl, feel her soft skin against her own.

She wanted to touch...

No. She wanted to shred, tear apart the fabric of her pride. Watch her skin peel away to reveal the empty inners of her soulless character. Reveal the commonness of her blood and bones, how the girl was only human. A space between Casey and Dennis.

Yet she still managed to drive Casey insane.

The gun was heavy, as her body shook staring at Dennis's wobbling shadow which slowly approached her.

The Beast was trapping her between now and never, it's claws cutting into her throat, flowing blood down into the crook of her neck and over spilling to stain the fabric of her white shirt. Teeth sinking deep into the back of her leg and tugging her forward into its heated anger. She couldn't watch as the monster attacked her.

The Beast was prowling around her, intimidating her struggle. She clicked the gun into place, faintly hearing Dennis's sharp pleading voice before she heard the domineering growl of the Beast. She pointed the gun before her, watching as the Beast sprinted closer, rough breath tingling along her skin.

She fired the gun, catching the Beast's stomach as it howled and slumped, thick splashes of blood dribbled down his front and landed to the ground. Casey felt herself smile faintly in relief and success before those dark sinister eyes shot up to meet hers again, still out for blood.

Dennis ducked as Casey fired the gun above his head, tearing at the ceiling and plaster in the roof. He threw himself down onto his knees, crawling cautiously towards her. Watching as she cried, shaking violently and following a ghost with her eyes. He could see her fingers slip towards the trigger. Readying the gun once again for another shot.

With a deep fear etching into his voice, Dennis panicked staring around the room in disbelief. "Casey..." He faintly whispered, not expecting her to respond as she stared in front of herself in a startled haze.

She continued to pant, watching the space above him. She swallowed down a deep guilty apology before closing her eyes. "Shoot me." She gritted behind her teeth. "Pull the goddamn trigger."

Dennis squinted at her confused, desperately wanting to remove the rattling weapon that shook in front of her unsteady hands. Fear iced Dennis's movements as he moved closer, only a few meters away from her. "Casey..." He asked again, needing her to notice him as he hesitantly watched her, in fear of her lowering the gun and shooting it at him.

The muscles in her neck were strained, "Hurry, I can't- can't hold off. Just do it." Her voice died as it began, becoming a sullen whimper of fear and pain.

Dennis kneeled before the mess of a woman in front of him, she swallowed thickly and lowered the gun, noticing him. "I can't be like this. Not for you. I can't live like this." She whispered, finally slipping her eyes to meet Dennis's bright blue, so alive and terrified it made her shiver cold.

Her fingers tightly curled around the grip. Dennis cautiously brought himself to stand before her, trying to find her eyes again. " Casey, please. I love you. I can't- please." His voice broke, disappearing into what was left unsaid between them.

Casey found that she couldn't escape from the Beast, it would always stand in front of her. It's dark eyes glaring at her, blood thrumming from the large wound in its chest as it glossed against its skin. It's teeth snarled into a threat, smirking at the pain Casey inflicted.