Author's Note: Just the thoughts of a random Taxxon while he's being devoured by his own kind.
That Kind of Love
I think it's strange that I don't feel anything. You would think it would hurt. The bear hurt. Oh, did that hurt. But not the feasting, I can't feel a thing. I look down and I can't see anything. I see only two pairs of legs. The rest aren't there anymore. Most of body isn't there anymore. Maybe the rest of me is just being blocked by the heads of my kin bobbing up and down. I wouldn't know. I can't feel anything.
I think I'm dead. I think I would have felt something by now if I were still alive. The dead don't feel pain. Would I be thinking if I were dead? Will I still be thinking when my kin finally reach my head? I don't know. I shouldn't be thinking now. There's no blood in my brain; it's all on the floor, so maybe it won't matter if my brain is being digested in their stomachs. I'm tired of thinking.
I was honestly expecting something more than this. I liked the human idea of the white light and the music. I don't really understand music, but I would take random noise over the sounds of smacking mouths and grinding teeth any day. If the humans are right and there is some planet in the universe that all the dead people go I wonder who will be waiting for me? The brother that I once devoured myself? I don't think so. I don't want see those eyes again, the ones staring at me while they gnaw on my flesh. I think I hate them.
It's strange. I hate them for what they're doing to me. Stealing my life. The bear did not deliver a mortal wound. I could have lived. But not anymore. I hate them even though I would join them if I could. And yet, in a way, I still love them. They are my kin. My family. I love them. I love them because I can no longer feel that infernal hunger.
They ate my stomach.
Fin