Author's Note: Sorry for the wait. Just a lot happening so I hope you enjoy this story on Halloween night. I just recently got a job and other things happening right now. Please be patient and I will update as much as I can between this story and the other. Thank you for your time. -SypherBlue
Piers POV
Why are you running?
"Shut up…" I whispered.
Weak.
"Who are you?" I snapped back at the voice.
I am you. You are me.
I gripped my head tightly. It was pounding again. I felt my nails digging into my scalp and tearing the layers of skin apart. Something warm leaked out from where my nails were. Thick and red. Blood. God, I can barely go on now. I didn't mean to. It's taunting me!
"Piers Nivans? We wanted to ask you a few questions." A man in a pure white coat said. He's a doctor, I believe.
He's in my way. I felt my finger twitching in my right hand as I caught the faint sight of the sparks flickering between my fingers. It was getting impatient. Strange how I can feel nothing at all but yet still feel everything at the same time. I looked at my hand from the corner of my eye just to watch the sparks dancing around my fingers. He couldn't see. I didn't care even if he saw them. I was given a mission. To find him. I lifted my head just slightly so I can read the name tag on the white coat he was wearing. Strange. Normally, I can read anything despite the distance between me and the words but, now that's not the case. What used to be letters were now mixed together with each other and constantly changing from what seemed to be numbers to letters. Was it messing with my eyes?
He's trying to keep you here.
They're all scared of you, you know.
A threat.
A monster.
"Mr. Nivans, can you hear me?" His voice was pissing me off.
"Yes, sir." An emotionless reply. Like I care for his orders.
So they started with their annoying questions about China, about Chris and finally, some underwater facility. "Yes, I don't remember" or "No, I remember parts here and there" were my main answers and most of it was true. I remember parts and other times, the memories will overwhelm me in my sleep. But, their eyes were constantly staring at my head and my eyes like they didn't believe a single word that I just spoke. Bastards.
They are tricking you.
Huh? What do you mean?
No doctor will come at 3am in the morning when there's hardly anyone nearby, little puppy.
What? If that's true…why are they here?
I looked at the doctor and then noticed another doctor was standing behind him, holding something in his hand. My eyes widen just slightly, I wanted to give them a chance to prove they are just here to talk. My fingers twitched as I cursed in my head. I can see it in the second doctor's eyes. A killer's glare and it was focused right at me. They wanted me dead. They wanted to dispose of the 'threat' without anyone ever noticing. But they will notice! Chris will notice that I'm gone. Captain…I need to get out of here! He's waiting for me. I know he is. The second doctor broke my train of thoughts as he walked ever so closer to me. Big mistake.
I couldn't hold it in. I gave them a wide grin as I stared at them both with my own glare. Before any of them could react, I jumped out of the bed and tackled one of them to the floor. My cold fingers gripped his neck as I squeezed ever so slow, just to watch him squirm from under me. The first doctor tried to hit me on the head from what seemed to be a vase. Realization hit me. The vase Chris gave me during those five long days in this fucking hell. It's…broken. I could feel the doctor slowly backing away but I lifted up my free hand which was charging up rapidly. I just laughed. This is fun! The thrill of the kill was pulsing through my veins! With a simple flick of my wrist, a blast erupted from my palm and hit the doctor right in the back. His body twitching while white foam formed in his gaping mouth before falling to his knees and then, onto his side. The second doctor, under me, was struggling with all his might but my grip was cold and strong like a stone grip. Oh yes! I dug my nails into his warm skin just to watch his blood run down against his skin while I heard the voice of it again.
Hungry.
Devour.
DEVOUR THEM BOTH!
Without giving him another chance, I slammed down my teeth into his skin while tightening my grip so he couldn't scream for help. The first doctor's flesh was burning as I started to devour the second. Strangely, it tasted like pork that's been cooked by the finest chiefs and it only encourage me to continue.
I rocked myself back and forth. I can't. I just can't take it anymore! I fucking ate another human being! And…And I enjoyed it. I shut my eyes tightly to avoid the images running through my head but I couldn't. Within the darkness I made, I saw another me that was laughing and covered head to toe in blood and some pieces of organs. I felt sick to my stomach and tried to think about something else. Anything else! That's when he came into my mind.
"Chris…" I whimpered softly as the tears rushed down my cheeks.
Leon POV
"This is…" The words were stuck in my throat.
I was in the hospital room with a team of scientists that used to belong to Chris' second in command. But it was hard to believe what exactly am I looking at.
The once white walls of the hospital room were now covered in blood in various splatter patterns. Some chunks of, what looked to be flesh, were sliding down along the walls and some of which simply fell down. The floor? All blood…There was a high amount of blood spread across the floor and shards of a vase were scattered around. What the hell…The smell was horrible. Burning flesh and rotting bodies were not an ideal smell first thing in the morning with the sun just barely rising into the sky. The two bodies of doctors in charge of Piers were torn beyond recognition as one was burnt to a pure black color while the other…I looked over at the other body and had to turn away quickly. His chest was forced open to the point where his ribcage was broken in various places. What used to be his organs had chunks missing from what appears to be bite marks and others were torn apart. His intestines were tied into a knot in evenly spaces along their entire length. His neck was torn open by what seemed to be teeth and his vocal cords along with his spine were missing. His eyes were wide and cold while his mouth was forever trapped in a single "O" as if he tried to scream but couldn't.
"Did…Piers really did this…?" I whispered to no one but myself. I thought I was over the constant stench of death but this one was truly awful. The reason? Simply because it was Chris' second in command, a young sniper who Chris always spoke highly of.
I looked up to try to find some answer as to what the fuck was going but all I saw was a simple message.
"I'm coming for you…" I read the message out loud so that the team could look up and see it. The message written in dried blood.
