100 Morbid Themes

4. Draw a monster

AN: Is it odd that I have multiple planned out universes and stories, but only a few names for the characters? Probably, because coming up with names is agonizingly difficult. Instead of naming some people here "mook 1" or "that guy who is a foil to that other guy but evil", I just write whatever name comes to mind. Do excuse some of them. And this is not as scary as I'd like it to be, sadly. The scary thing is...these drabbles are increasing in length. That's right. They are growing.

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31. Zombie

"These creatures...they are almost indestructible! They eat the flesh of the living and the dead. They are themselves neither living nor dead. We call them the Un-living!" The old man took a deep breath, but before he could continue droning on, Kosta interrupted him. "We get it! We get it! No need to repeat that the fourth time!" The old man looked offended. But the rest of the group sighed and even the stuffy priest looked relieved.

"So, what you're saying is...we'll be dealing with zom-" "Do not use that name!" The old man screeched at the junior exorcist.

"Why the hell not?" This time Kosta looked offended. "That's what they are! Zomb-"

"Do not use that name here!" The old man bellowed again.

Before a fight could break out, the exorcists thanked the old man and hurriedly left the tavern, but not before the man had called them "insolent youths", while Kosta repeatedly yelled into his face: "Zombies! Zombies! They are ZOMBIES!"

32. Slit

I make my primary incision and cut from the neck down. It is a ghastly sight, but I still bend the ribs aside, to better observe the organs. The creature only vaguely resembles a human, yet its inside structure is a familiar landscape. But why?

Two more incisions. The body looks at me accusingly, with dull eyes. I wish I could state my reasons, to this not-quite-person-anymore. But these human sentiments are impossible to indulge and unnecessary in any case.

One more cut. The grey skin peels away easily. And there it is - the keyto the mystery of our existence and more. It only takes a few moments and Ihold the heart in my hands.

33. Evil

The fog cleared, and Moriart stared in growing horror at the man sitting on the deck. He had a small, meaningless smile on his lips, but his eyes were drilling into Moriart's soul. He couldn't move an inch.

One of his soldiers shook him lightly. "Sir? Sir!" The young man kneeled before him and obscured his vision so that the ship wasn't visible. That helped anchor him, and Moriart noticed that his body was shaking, and how cold his hands were. He pushed the soldier away and stood.

The ship was comingcloser. The man was still staring at him, with his poisonous yellow eyes. Thenhe grinned and nodded to his left. Three people had emerged on the deck, twohulking figures and a small cloaked one. Moriart saw two eyes following him: ahaughty green one, the other - a black and completely insane one. This time healmost did faint, but the freeze instinct was stronger than even 'flight'. Hissubordinates were shouting but he stood still, patiently awaiting his doom.

34. Judas

The snow whirled around them, and he could almost see his memories re-emerge. Before he could grasp them, they dissolved, as always.

The figure in front of him looked familiar too. It turned and he saw a man about his own age. He looked almost pityingly at him, the snow clinging to his face. "Didn't anyone tell you to be careful around here?"