Chapter 4, Demonic awakening
As I walked through the forest, wondering why I was chosen as a recruit. I reached the mansion, Symphony and EJ had probably gone inside by now. I decided to sneak through my window, coming back covered in blood wouldn’t look good as a first impression. Going round the back, I found my window and tried to climb through it. I ended up slipping. I fell on something, I couldn’t tell since my eyes were shut tight. “Jesus christ, the fuck were you thinking!” Opening my eyes, I lifted myself up. Holy crap… I landed on someone.
“Why are you climbing through the window, you can just use the front door, we’re all killers here” I backed away, just to end up falling off the bed. Well shit… I look like a fucking moron. Me and Ben ended up talking for a little while. Suddenly, we heard a thud from outside the door. I opened the door to see a wolf girl and a boy with scars on his face. He was pinning her down, and the girl looked quite scared. I screamed, in surprise and fear. The boy stood up, laughing, then Ben walked out, laughing aswell. I ran to help the girl up. “Ben, what the fuck! You never told me there were other animal hybrids!” I felt like slapping both the boys, those bastards. “Sorry, I’ll make sure to remember next time”, said Ben, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
I like sharpening my knife, the sound of it calms me down. As I sharpen my knife, I can hear noises coming from the living room. Probably just the usual… but today I could hear screams. Shouts and cries for help echoed around the house. I walked out of my room, gripping the handle tight. I go into the main room and what I saw was horrific. One of the new recruits was in the middle of the room. Pitch-black tentacles, dripping with some kind of liquid, were coming out of every part of her body. Her face was filled with horror and worry, as more tentacles emerged from her mouth. She tried to scream for help, but was gagged by more of the midnight worms. She looked as if she was… possessed.
I ran up to her, blade drawn… and was instantly caught in the grip of a tentacle. I tried to squirm free, but it was tight and sticky. I could feel it’s grip getting tighter and tighter, my vision began to fade, my struggles getting weaker and weaker. Even though I know I won’t die, it’s still terrifying. If I wasn’t immortal then I’d… I’d be gone. My eyes grew weary, as the fight carried on. I tried cutting through the tentacle once more, but nothing happened. I didn’t scream, I didn’t cry out for help, I just… gave up.What’s the point of trying when I can’t do it, why should I try if I can’t help. I can’t do anything apart from sing and dance, I’m a useless piece of shit. I closed my eyes… trying to resist it would just make it worse. I felt like I was falling, falling, falling. I couldn’t open my eyes because I didn’t want to see their disapointment. I could feel my body smash against a hard, cold surface.
I had to, I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to open my eyes. They shot open, I could feel an excruciating pain in my waist where the tentacle was holding me. I curld up, trying to hide my pain, letting people see me like this was an embarressment. Just like me… an embarressment, a mistake in world. I wanted to stand up, to help my friends but… I’m hopless. I couldn’t even stand because of the pain in my hips. I just stayed there, no comfort, only pain… I thought pain would be the way out but now I realise that it’s just another trap. It lures you in, promising it won’t hurt, then takes control and kills you, slowly and painfully.
I started to cry, it was silent but still there. All I could do was stay curled up and cry. I’m useless, I can’t even stand up to help. I was still holding my pocket knife. I gripped onto the handle, and impaled myself. I couldn’t die so I might as well punish myself for being so useless. I could feel the warm, red liquid running down the handle. I could feel the metallic taste in my mouth, spilling out. I don’t even trust myself, I want to end my life but… I can’t. I pushed the blade even farther into my chest, the pain was unbearable but I couldn’t scream out… I don’t have enough willpower, I don’t have anything or anyone to turn to. My parents are gone, Symphony is busy with other friends and I don’t feel as if I can trust anyone else in this house of horrors. My vision was fading. It got darker and darker, then turned into nothing.
I opened my eyes, pain shot through my chest. I sat up, putting my hand over the knife wound. “Heh, you awake kiddo?” I heard a voice from the wall beside me. I turned my head… and froze…