-Chapter 12-





Kat heard a familiar scream, "Sam!?" she said quietly to herself.

"Kat!" she heard Razor's voice, "There you are!" He stopped as he approaches her.

"Razor?"

"C'mon, we've gotta find a way outta here!"

"I heard Sam's scream coming from somewhere around here somewhere! I think he's in trouble!" She ran away from him, knowing the cause of Sam's scream.

"Damnit, Kat wait!" He chased after her.

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"No!" Sam repeated as he aimed the gun at the monster, "Stay back!"

The monster, Mike, stared blankly at him. Inside the hideous body, Mike's remaining bit of humanity screamed out for his body to stop. He stopped dead in his tracks, raised his right arm and skewered his claw into Sam.

He saw a girl's figure in the fog of his clouded eyesight, handicapped by the sunlight he was unable to perceive images correctly. He looked at his right claw, noticing that he had stabbed into Sam's collar bone. He eyed the blood trickling out of the human's wound hungrily; he struggled internally to resist the taste of human flesh. "I.... don't... want... to hurt.... you...." he managed to say with the same low and raspy tone as before, "F-forgive... me... if.... I... d-do..."

"Drop him!" he heard a female voice yell at him, followed by the click of a gun's hammer, "Drop him now!"

He turned to face her. She gasped in shock.

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Kat gasped in shock as the monster turned to face her. It was humanoid, giant-sized and hairless, its shoulders impossibly broad, its abdomen rippled with muscle. Its right hand was a horrific claw as long as her middle section, its left hand a normal human hand. The monster threw its head back and roared an explosive howl of blood lust and fury. "K-Kat!" Sam screamed as the monster's claw made its way deeper than before, painting the claws in a shade of deep crimson, "Help!"

"Sam," she yelled out, "You have a gun, try and stop that thing in its tracks!"

"Help!" he repeated but cocks the firearm in his hand and directioned his arm towards the monster's body, gently squeezing the trigger fifteen times. The bullets rip into the monster's body, not causing it to bleed.

"What the...?" she said in amazement and despair

The click click of the gun sounds, indicating the magazine had been emptied, all fifteen bullets. He struggled to free himself from the monstrous claw, but stopped, and coughed up blood. A spike protruded from out of his chest.

"No...!" she looked away from the monster that had just killed Sam, the monster tossed his body off of its claw, the body landed beside her face down, causing her to jump away to avoid being hit by the corpse. "Sam...."

"Kat..." it said with its low, course, and raspy voice approaching her in a cautious manner, as if it didn't want to hurt her. Just envelope her in its embrace for unknown reasons to her.

The aimed her gun at it, and stopped as she realizes what it was. "Mike....?" she said in a surprised and melancholy tone, "Is that really you?"

"Kat...." it repeated and nodded

He was way taller than he had been before his death, way more muscular as well.

"Kat..."

The crimson color of his eyes no longer perfectly round in the center, but tended to be covering his whole eye, showing the slit of his serpent like pupils even more than before.

"Kat...."

His face still seemed to maintain human-like qualities.

"Kat... please.... please...." He held his normal human hand toward her in a pathetic gesture, and in his voice there was a note of misery and another of self-pity. But there was even a more obvious and affecting tone of love and longingness that seemed to surprise him as much as her. "Please... please.... I want...."

"Mike," she said, her voice twisted by fear and weighed down by sadness. "What do you want?"

"I want... I.... I want.... not to be....."

"Yes?"

"..... Afraid...."

She did not know what to say. He took one step towards her. She took a step backwards immediately. He took another step, and she saw that he had some difficulty walking, probably because he had been dead but brought back. Again she took a step back to match his advance. Squeezing the words out as if to take them out as it were pure agony to form and say them, he said, "I want.... you......"

"Mike," she said softly, with pity in her voice.

"..... You..... You....."

He stepped closer to her.


"Don't..... Don't reject me.... don't..... Kat, don't...."

"Mike, I can't help you."

"Don't reject me,"

"You're beyond help Mike."


"Don't leave me...."

She clenched the handgun tighter. He progressed closer to her. She fired at his chest.....