Of Monsters And Men | Discontinued |

Episode Thirty - Desperate

The roads are quiet. Too quiet for this time of night. She keeps her gaze forward, but Rot is there, more aware of their surroundings than she was ever aware of before. The bag slung around her shoulder feels light yet heavy at the same time.

'Footsteps. Alley two houses behind us. They are trying to be quiet. We do not know them, angel.'

She nods to Rot, hardly moving her head, continuing at the same pace, not looking over her shoulder even though her skin crawls with the need to.

'We're surrounded. Listen.'

She does. In every alley there's at least two people- in the one nearest her, there's five. Two behind her. Three waiting in a building. Two walking closer to her on the street. Six bundled together, approaching her from the opposite side of the street. Eighteen. Fifteen are men. Each carry a gun and knives, hands held near them. She continues walking, feigning ignorance. The people only continue to draw in, getting closer with every breath, until she's 'unknowingly' cornered.

"Evren." She tilts her head, positioning the bag so it's further against her hip. "Fisk sends his apologies, Ms. Wells. He says that you'll see James soon, if you believe in that."

She offers a smile. "I don't think I will, Tate." His name is familiar, falling from her mouth effortlessly. He scowls. The man pulls his gun, but Rot is already there, swiping him off of his feet with a lithe leg, lips pulled back into a feral snarl.

"What the fuck?" Several men cry, scrambling backwards, voices high with desperation. The monster is already upon them. Their jaws are wide. Their teeth glisten. Acidic saliva leaves blisters on human skin as their teeth dig into throats. Rot and Evren cut through bone and cartilage like hot botter. It's all a blur. Tinny blood is clouding their mind, mouth filling with saliva, eyes unfocused and wide.

Screams rise into the sky. The men pinned to the ground beneath them writhe. It's easy- crushing the men's heads between their jaws- popping them like grapes. The men hardly try to fight anymore- the men just cry and run. Blood gushes out of the sides of their mouth, brain slipping down their throat. Bones crack and their tongue digs marrow out of them. They grind their teeth down the bones, spine shuddering at the haunting sound.

They drop the bones held in their hands, stepping back.

'We-we did not want this.' Rot cries, disappearing inside of Evren within a mere second. 'We did not want this! We are sorry.' Evren tentatively holds a shaking hand in front of her, biting down on her quivering lip.

It's a massacre. Bodies are ripped apart. She can remember each bite, how each of them tasted the same, yet different. The women were easier to bite into- their stomachs were easier to dig into.

Flattened bullets pepper across the ground. God, she hadn't even heard them still shooting at her. Her stomach clenches, bile crawling up her throat. She covers her mouth, pressing her other hand to her stomach. She can't throw up here- they could figure out who she is by anything left behind.

She turns and runs, back to where she came, cutting through alleys and across small yards. Running, she still listens to the city. Noises surround her as she makes her way to Matt's apartment, not knowing anywhere else to go. He has the pills there- the ones that will stop Rot from ever doing that again. She shudders, biting on her lower lip savagely. Neither of them could help it- that urge.

The apartment is empty. She slams the window shut behind her, the wood rattling in its place. She crawls to to a corner- so familiar to the ones in the lab- and curls into a ball- wrapping her arms around her shins and nuzzling her forehead between her knees until there's nothing else but Rot toiling in her stomach and the cold wood against her back, soaking through her jeans.