Chains of the Flesh
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Paranormal/Supernatural › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,040
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chains of the Flesh
Insanity Insues
Ever imagine what it\'d be like? Really be like to be chased and cornered with no where to escape. To know that your pursuer would soon or later close the distance and cut off all escape? It\'s not a pretty feeling.... unless your the one doing the pursuing. The absolute thrill of knowing that your victims heart is racing, that their mind isn\'t comprehending everything that\'s going on. That the sheer panic is evenloping you and it drives you on. No, you never wonder what it\'s like on their end. Untill it\'s all over, untill your left with the gutted carcass. But then the wonder of what your victim just felt is gone as you start to realize you aren\'t exactly alone. The others! Someone else will be here soon. What do you do? Do you hide the flesh corpse and come back later to finish slaking your unearthly lust or do you stay and fight them off and maybe just maybe feed in peace. Damn that last one put up a fight too making it even harder to move around. And the hospital halls aren\'t too kind. You can hear the screams of the others see hands clawing at the floor as they get dragged down another corridor. the blood spreading out. The small child stopping in front of the cop. The poor pig, he doesn\'t know what\'s going on as he stares at the child the small innocent child. The kid leaps up as if to be cuddled into the fat mans arms but instead plants his feet on the top of his pot belly lets out a gleeful squeal and quickly buries his two of his fingers knuckle deep into the cops eye before pulling it out with a pop. The cop drops, then his eye bounces down still attached to he optical threads. Before being swarmed by the other pale children like locusts on farm. Your compelled, you don\'t know why but everyone is moving now the same direction and as you get closer you hear a chant rise from the crowd. And you can see it and your heart bursts with wonder. A survivor a woman huddled in a side closet almost crying. Her tears move you and you fall to your knees in unison with everyone else around you and without thinking a cry escapes your lips. Mother, Goddess, Rise up and lead us.
Ever imagine what it\'d be like? Really be like to be chased and cornered with no where to escape. To know that your pursuer would soon or later close the distance and cut off all escape? It\'s not a pretty feeling.... unless your the one doing the pursuing. The absolute thrill of knowing that your victims heart is racing, that their mind isn\'t comprehending everything that\'s going on. That the sheer panic is evenloping you and it drives you on. No, you never wonder what it\'s like on their end. Untill it\'s all over, untill your left with the gutted carcass. But then the wonder of what your victim just felt is gone as you start to realize you aren\'t exactly alone. The others! Someone else will be here soon. What do you do? Do you hide the flesh corpse and come back later to finish slaking your unearthly lust or do you stay and fight them off and maybe just maybe feed in peace. Damn that last one put up a fight too making it even harder to move around. And the hospital halls aren\'t too kind. You can hear the screams of the others see hands clawing at the floor as they get dragged down another corridor. the blood spreading out. The small child stopping in front of the cop. The poor pig, he doesn\'t know what\'s going on as he stares at the child the small innocent child. The kid leaps up as if to be cuddled into the fat mans arms but instead plants his feet on the top of his pot belly lets out a gleeful squeal and quickly buries his two of his fingers knuckle deep into the cops eye before pulling it out with a pop. The cop drops, then his eye bounces down still attached to he optical threads. Before being swarmed by the other pale children like locusts on farm. Your compelled, you don\'t know why but everyone is moving now the same direction and as you get closer you hear a chant rise from the crowd. And you can see it and your heart bursts with wonder. A survivor a woman huddled in a side closet almost crying. Her tears move you and you fall to your knees in unison with everyone else around you and without thinking a cry escapes your lips. Mother, Goddess, Rise up and lead us.