Save My Soul Tonight (soon to be Frerard)
The Beginning of the End
My chest heaved as I attempted to sprint out of the dark forested area, only lit by dim stars blocked by what seemed to look like an endless array of trees. This wasn't good. Not fucking good at all. I held my bleeding arm while my feet fumbled under me. The pain was excruciating. I could feel the venom run down my veins, killing me slowly. Why even keep going? I was done for after all. It was too late. I had been bitten, and I couldn't do anything to stop myself from becoming a monster. One of them. An Agul. Quickly, thoughts of the promise I had made to my brother Mikey, that everything was going to be okay, quickly replaced the hopelessness originally plaguing my mind. I had to figure out something for him and quickly.
I could feel them ganging up on me. How they wanted to finish the job. How they wanted me to be their newest feast. I can't just give up, I thought to myself, but was shortly cut off from my thinking when my boot dug too far into the ground, my whole body crashing into the damp grass. I rolled over to see one lunge at me, and dodge just in time. This one was a looker. Snow white flaky skin, black eyes, some nasty teeth issues, and long ass yellow claw like nails. Chunky red blood and pieces of skin stained his teeth, jawline, chin, and mouth. Trying to pull myself up to my feet, I'm painfully interrupted by a claw digging at my arm. The other hand of claws came up from the ground and wrapped tightly around my throat, drawing blood with dagger-like effect. Like a needle slowly piercing through a thin piece of fabric.
To my surprise, it vanishes about a minute later. I snap out of the hallucination, seeing my own hand around my throat, drawing my own blood. I tear it off, my other hand grasping at the wrist, and lay my head back in a relieved sigh. I started to think back to the stages that I learned of about the newly bitten:
"Stage one: Visions and Hallucinations," I hiss out a deep breath.
I could feel them ganging up on me. How they wanted to finish the job. How they wanted me to be their newest feast. I can't just give up, I thought to myself, but was shortly cut off from my thinking when my boot dug too far into the ground, my whole body crashing into the damp grass. I rolled over to see one lunge at me, and dodge just in time. This one was a looker. Snow white flaky skin, black eyes, some nasty teeth issues, and long ass yellow claw like nails. Chunky red blood and pieces of skin stained his teeth, jawline, chin, and mouth. Trying to pull myself up to my feet, I'm painfully interrupted by a claw digging at my arm. The other hand of claws came up from the ground and wrapped tightly around my throat, drawing blood with dagger-like effect. Like a needle slowly piercing through a thin piece of fabric.
To my surprise, it vanishes about a minute later. I snap out of the hallucination, seeing my own hand around my throat, drawing my own blood. I tear it off, my other hand grasping at the wrist, and lay my head back in a relieved sigh. I started to think back to the stages that I learned of about the newly bitten:
"Stage one: Visions and Hallucinations," I hiss out a deep breath.
Three months now.
*taps foot*
2/17/14