The Beautiful People
Prologue
Through the deep black that surrounded my vision, I could only hear two things. Both shallow and rough breathing and the heavy wing flaps of what I knew to be a big raven, despite not seeing even a single feather of the bird.
And then, as though my presence had triggered it, a light dangling from a single wire from the ceiling flickered on, casting a warm and yet oddly creepy glow down on a mangled body below it.
I could feel myself recoil in disgust and shock at this sight. They were shirtless, lying facedown on the floor, head towards me, with golden brown hair matted and dirtied with all sorts of substances flowing with no grace over their features, hiding them from my sight. Their back was exposed to me, and it was absolutely horrifying, painted with blood splatters and with two - obviously severely infected and disgusting-looking - wounds staring back at me, scarring up their shoulderblades. They looked so beaten up, so tired, and oddly like death itself, and yet their back still fluttered up and down with irregular and shallow breathing.
Before I could do anything else, however, I could finally hear the croaking and calling of the raven as it made it’s way down, landing with a sure grip on the floor before the wreck before it. The raven let out a croak, pecking at the person’s head a couple of times before dipping down and looking at them closely. Letting out another croak, it pecked at them again, and then suddenly, whoever this strange being was had slowly started to stir.
They were shivering as the raven jumped back, one of the person’s hands planting itself on the ground and slowly but surely hoisting the body up and off of the ground, the raven watching with widened, beady black eyes. I could see down the person’s chest - who I could now see was most likely a male - and see more blood and injuries decorating the fair skin.
The raven pecked at his hand, letting out croaks of what I could only describe as of happiness that this person was awake and moving around finally. The person finally shook his head, moving his matted locks of golden hair out of his features, and although there was a strange black mist covering the upper half of his face from view I could instantly recognize the sharpened jawline and the shape of his nose and mouth to be that of Mikey Fuckin Way’s.
What the hell happened to this dude? Even in my dream state I could tell that this was strangely vivid for something like this. The wounds on his back perfectly moved with the rest of his body, this was all so weirdly accurate to how it would be in the waking world, it was honestly kind of scary.
But before I could dwell on that for any longer, Mikey had started to move again, this time reaching upward to slowly pet the raven, a smile gracing his lips as the raven cooed under his fingers, quite like a cat really. Rubbing it’s head up against his long fingers, flapping it’s wings and croaking excitedly, and all that rather cute stuff. Mikey began to smile more, letting out wheezy laughs as the raven continued to be adorable as it croaked once more, but soon I had started to notice a slight, change in Mikey’s behaviour. His smile had remained, but became more and more toothy as his pets became… violent. Hard. Rough. And that seemed to grow with each and every pet. I could see the raven get worried as well, eventually fluttering away from the rough hand of Mikey and croaking at him, seemingly asking if anything was wrong.
But Mikey just lay there, toothy smile becoming less and less innocent. I swear I could see the teeth in his mouth grow razor sharp, almost vampire-like, and that’s when the raven really started to get worried. Croaking once again, beady eyes almost showing the emotion of concern as it stepped further back, away from Mikey, who was letting out wheezy laughs again, his hands now holding his body up with strange black tips appearing on the end of his fingers. The raven stepped back further, croaking with worry once more. Mikey just kept on letting out wheezy laughter, dragging himself forwards towards the cowering raven.
And suddenly, he lashed out, grabbing the raven with one hand as it squawked and twisted around wildly in his fingers with both surprise and shock as Mikey brought it towards his open mouth, now fully showing me the glistening rows of fang-like teeth that lined his mouth. Even in my dream state, I could feel myself gasp as Mikey tore into the screaming raven, ripping its head off and relishing the blood that splattered over his face and into his mouth, tearing off shreds of red meat from the raven and spitting out the feathers onto the ground. It was definitely a brutal sight, to say the absolute least here.
As soon as the raven was finished, mocking popping sounds echoing through the now quiet room coming from him licking his fingers of the blood that stained them.
And then, that was when he noticed me.
His face moved to look at my own, and even though I could not see his eyes I still could tell that he was staring right me. Suddenly I got very scared as pure fear coursed through my system, and as Mikey started to crawl towards me, still laughing that wheezy and painful laugh, and I wished for myself to wake up. Please just wake up. You have to wake up.
And right before I did, I swore that I saw the black mist lift for a fraction of a second, revealing deep black eyes with a haunting golden iris staring straight back at me.
And then, as though my presence had triggered it, a light dangling from a single wire from the ceiling flickered on, casting a warm and yet oddly creepy glow down on a mangled body below it.
I could feel myself recoil in disgust and shock at this sight. They were shirtless, lying facedown on the floor, head towards me, with golden brown hair matted and dirtied with all sorts of substances flowing with no grace over their features, hiding them from my sight. Their back was exposed to me, and it was absolutely horrifying, painted with blood splatters and with two - obviously severely infected and disgusting-looking - wounds staring back at me, scarring up their shoulderblades. They looked so beaten up, so tired, and oddly like death itself, and yet their back still fluttered up and down with irregular and shallow breathing.
Before I could do anything else, however, I could finally hear the croaking and calling of the raven as it made it’s way down, landing with a sure grip on the floor before the wreck before it. The raven let out a croak, pecking at the person’s head a couple of times before dipping down and looking at them closely. Letting out another croak, it pecked at them again, and then suddenly, whoever this strange being was had slowly started to stir.
They were shivering as the raven jumped back, one of the person’s hands planting itself on the ground and slowly but surely hoisting the body up and off of the ground, the raven watching with widened, beady black eyes. I could see down the person’s chest - who I could now see was most likely a male - and see more blood and injuries decorating the fair skin.
The raven pecked at his hand, letting out croaks of what I could only describe as of happiness that this person was awake and moving around finally. The person finally shook his head, moving his matted locks of golden hair out of his features, and although there was a strange black mist covering the upper half of his face from view I could instantly recognize the sharpened jawline and the shape of his nose and mouth to be that of Mikey Fuckin Way’s.
What the hell happened to this dude? Even in my dream state I could tell that this was strangely vivid for something like this. The wounds on his back perfectly moved with the rest of his body, this was all so weirdly accurate to how it would be in the waking world, it was honestly kind of scary.
But before I could dwell on that for any longer, Mikey had started to move again, this time reaching upward to slowly pet the raven, a smile gracing his lips as the raven cooed under his fingers, quite like a cat really. Rubbing it’s head up against his long fingers, flapping it’s wings and croaking excitedly, and all that rather cute stuff. Mikey began to smile more, letting out wheezy laughs as the raven continued to be adorable as it croaked once more, but soon I had started to notice a slight, change in Mikey’s behaviour. His smile had remained, but became more and more toothy as his pets became… violent. Hard. Rough. And that seemed to grow with each and every pet. I could see the raven get worried as well, eventually fluttering away from the rough hand of Mikey and croaking at him, seemingly asking if anything was wrong.
But Mikey just lay there, toothy smile becoming less and less innocent. I swear I could see the teeth in his mouth grow razor sharp, almost vampire-like, and that’s when the raven really started to get worried. Croaking once again, beady eyes almost showing the emotion of concern as it stepped further back, away from Mikey, who was letting out wheezy laughs again, his hands now holding his body up with strange black tips appearing on the end of his fingers. The raven stepped back further, croaking with worry once more. Mikey just kept on letting out wheezy laughter, dragging himself forwards towards the cowering raven.
And suddenly, he lashed out, grabbing the raven with one hand as it squawked and twisted around wildly in his fingers with both surprise and shock as Mikey brought it towards his open mouth, now fully showing me the glistening rows of fang-like teeth that lined his mouth. Even in my dream state, I could feel myself gasp as Mikey tore into the screaming raven, ripping its head off and relishing the blood that splattered over his face and into his mouth, tearing off shreds of red meat from the raven and spitting out the feathers onto the ground. It was definitely a brutal sight, to say the absolute least here.
As soon as the raven was finished, mocking popping sounds echoing through the now quiet room coming from him licking his fingers of the blood that stained them.
And then, that was when he noticed me.
His face moved to look at my own, and even though I could not see his eyes I still could tell that he was staring right me. Suddenly I got very scared as pure fear coursed through my system, and as Mikey started to crawl towards me, still laughing that wheezy and painful laugh, and I wished for myself to wake up. Please just wake up. You have to wake up.
And right before I did, I swore that I saw the black mist lift for a fraction of a second, revealing deep black eyes with a haunting golden iris staring straight back at me.
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2/7/17