Emmit awoke with a dizzying headache. He fixed his sleepy gaze on the flickering fluorescent green lights above and more alarming...the skinny, crazed-looking man staring down at him.
It took a few moments for Emmit's eyes to adjust and his mind to orient before he shot up, confused and afraid. He gripped the edges of the wooden table he had been sprawled onto.
The lanky, peculiar man smiled an unnerving smile. His hair was frayed, his eyes red-shot and wide. There were holes in his lab-coat.
"I'm so glad you've awoken," the man said, his voice scratchy and eery. "You'll make a wonderful addition to the group, my boy."
Emmit's throat felt dry and his stomach grumbled. As his initial disorientation wore off, his memory of what happened prior to awakening in a strange place slowly returned.
"I'm supposed to be dead," Emmit said, more to himself than the man. He flinched at the roughness of his own voice -- it was inhuman.
The man's eyes lit up and he grinned. He walked to a closet, muttering, "I've achieved it, I've achieved it," before breaking into a laughing frenzy.
Emmit's survival instincts suddenly kicked in and he knew he had to escape. He frantically looked around the room for a way out until his eyes landed on a staircase leading upward.
Peering over his shoulder, Emmit saw that the man was still rummaging through the closet. This was his chance. Emmit slipped off of the table and quietly made it to the stairs. As he tiptoed up the stairs, the wood made a creaking noise and the man's head swung around.
"Where is it you're off to, my boy?"
Emmit froze.
Before he could even take another step forward, Emmit felt a pair of cold skinny fingers dig into his neck.
Adrenaline pumping, Emmit turned around and kneed the man in the stomach. It was a solid blow, yet the man didn't flinch. His crazed eyes turned into angry ones and he threw Emmit down the stairs with ease.
Emmit grunted. His anger matched the man's. As he got up to charge, however, he caught his reflection in a cracked mirror off to the side.
He was a sickly green color. His eyes were unrecognizable and his skin mutilated.
"What did you do to me?" he muttered in his demonic voice.
"I saved you."
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Dead Love
ParanormalWithout his consent, the caso mortal drug is injected into seventeen-year-old Emmit after a nasty death. Now he is forced to live (if you can call it that) as a soulless ghoul. He's brought back to life and forced into a unit of unknown demonic mons...
