Chapter 3: Rupture
My autonomy left me. Called by the rumbling siren of my infatuation, I sprinted after the dog into the dark. Through the woods, I saw a myriad of moving shapes. The outlines of leaping deer, bolting horses, dashing foxes and the odd enormous loping bear dissolved into the night. We all climbed the slope together towards the beacon, compelled towards it.
As I reached my destination, an audience of animals was in attention ahead. The domestic, the feral and the wild. Living statues bathed in blue halogen, heads to the sky. The clouds of their icy breath were the only movements made. Walking between the bodies, I filtered through to the front row. Beside me, I saw the dog, standing ears pricked with his lupine eyes to the sky above. All four feet planted in the snow, back rigid and tail still. A deadly serenity consumed us all as we were bewitched by the sight above us. The object of our obsession gave out a low long groan whose pitch began to rise, as it did so, the circle lights began to rotate. Slowly at first, increasing with the severity of the siren until they were spinning aggressively, like neon circular saw in the sky. In an instant, a mass of downward pressure erupted from its centre, a flood of pulsating of jellyfish like creatures swarmed out of its core violently latching onto any organism within reach.
The German shepherd beside me now fell into spasm, the parasite latched onto the side of his neck and his lumbar burrowing into the fur as he violently snapped at his own body to dislodge them. Frantically his legs kicked in the snow as he writhed on the ground. As they invaded him his pupils contracted. The spinous processes of his vertebrae burst through his skin, draped with tissue, a line of grotesque dorsal spines. His size became greater as his form was forced into a more perfect predator. All around me fell into a state of mutation, engorged demonic versions of their former selves.
I couldn't care less. I had what I wanted; now standing face to face with the object of my captivation. Entranced by his features unchanged, he smiled at me and in this arena of mutilation and horror, kissed me. Our bodies intertwined, ruled by our primal instincts, we forgot ourselves. The childish aspect of my soul swelled with excitement and let go of all rationality, allowing the dominion of his body over mine. Wrapping his arms around my frame, I felt my entire body lift, breaking the kiss to look down and see the ground fall away from me. In this angelic ascension up into our blessed halo of blue, I buried myself into his chest, his possession.
We rose above the hellish scene below, the mass of bodies and blood, the pupating parasitic burdened hosts who disappeared into the black, towards the town.