Ok, this is the third chapter, and I would like to thank the following people: yeagger, Trow it all away, zombie eats gurl, Xuanwu, Arienishi, Invader Blade, and GorillazbiggestfanJasmin for reviewing! You guys rock! Ok, enjoy! Warning: This chapter includes attempted rape!
Long, black, fingers grasped my heart. Squeezing, pinching. Changing its shape. Pumping poison through my veins. The demons face was so close to mine...From the gaping hole in its face that served for a mouth, came a long snake-like tongue. Rotted and black, worse than its smile...worse than its mouth...The demon ran its tongue over my lips, (making me gag) up the bridge of my nose, and curled over my eyes. Its saliva stung my skin, as if it was damaging it. Blood spurt from my eyes, spraying the demons face, making it more gruesom. I screamed at it, pleading for it to stop and leave me alone. It just smiled and licked the blood from my face.
It was then that a delicious smell brought me back into my own world. I sat up in bed, feeling my eyes, and realizing that it was just a nightmare. "A very painful nightmare." I sniffed the air, sensing a scent that I had never smelled before. But it was delicious. It made my mouth water and I could smell it so strong, I thought that whatever it was, it must have been right outside my door. I dragged myself out of bed, zombie style, and staggered twords the door, hypmotized by hunger. I opened the door...
And was blinded by burning white light, hot like the sun. It scorched my eyes and skin, forcing me to retreat back into my room. I slammed my door, wondering what on earth that could have been. My eyes started to bleed (which happened every so often if they were irritated), so I stumbled blindly twords my mirror. I stopped breathing...I stood frozen at the mirror. I just stared my self in the eye. They were black like they always were, but now... Yellow slits, like a cats, were cut into the black, shining brightly against it. I sank to my knees in despair. "Now I really look like a monster."
The smell of food distracted me from my newly deformed eyes. I grabbed a pair of black sunglasses and headed back twords the door. The door knob burned my hand. "Oh, right...that light...Was it the sun?" The thought of being burned from the sun, made the hair on my neck rise. "What if I can never go out in the day again? No more sun? I can't be nocturnal! Like a vampire! Thats it, ain't it? I'm turning into a vampire..." I battled with my own mind until I was convinced that I was just sick and I would get over it. "Ya, thats it. I'll get better."
I tried hard to stay in the room, the smell of food was torturing me. My stomache growled, when I realized that the only thing I had eten in the last few days was cheerios. "I have to eat..." I slipped into my green and black striped, long sleeved jacket and bolted out the door. "The sun's gone down..." I turned the corner, becoming aware that the smell of food was getting closer. I noticed that, not only could I smell it but I could feel it...taste it...almost see it. I was surprised when Russel turned the corner, walking twords me. He...looked good...good enough to eat. I had been smelling Russel the whole time...Russels blood. I could smell it right beneath his skin...flowing in his veins. Part of me wanted to tear him apart, and eat his flesh...but the other part recognized Russel as my friend, my band mate...not food. My palms were sweaty from resisting the urge to just take a tiny bite...
"...Stu?" Russels voice boomed in my ears.His voice was so loud... "Yer feelin' better?" "Y-yes." I stuttered. "Ok, glad to hear. Pizza's on th' way if yer 'ungry."
The terrified pizzaman grabbed the money from Russel's hand and sprinted to his car, diving for his life, doging zombies along the way. All four of us (and Michelle), gnawed at the greasy, overloaded-with-cheese-pizza, and watched a random sex-and-gore horror film. I felt eyes on me, and glanced over to Murdoc, who was sort of bothering me with the way he was eyeballing me. I smiled nervously and turned my attention back to the heartattack I was chewing on. "He's still looking at me..." I wanted to follow Noodle or Russel into their rooms or spent the night at Michelle's house, but that would run the risk of them finding out about "my sickness". I quickly said goodnight to everyone after Michelle left, and slipped out twords my room.
Several hours, I sat up in bed. Thinking. "They're going to find out eventually...I can't hide it forever...What if I just keep changing? What if I can't hold back from eating flesh next time and I hurt someone?"A knock on the door startled me out of my thoughts. I opened the door to find Murdoc standing in my doorway. Obviously, he'd had more than a few drinks since I saw him during dinner. "Um...Hi Muds..." Murdoc closed his hand around my mouth and closed the door. I pulled his hand from my face, and took him by the shoulders, trying to get him back to his winnebago with out hurting him or myself. Instead, he stumbled around to face me, and shoved me back onto my bed. I cracked my head on the bedpost, so hard it made me dizzy enough to not notice that Murdoc had his tongue halfway down my throat. My scream was pushed back by his tongue, and my arms were pinned back under my own weight, giving Murdoc all the more freedom to run his hands over my skin. He finally realeased my mouth from his, and I took this opportunity to plead with the drunken satanist. My cries fell on deaf ears, bouncing off the walls, pointlessly. No one can hear me." I thought in a panic. The panic intensified when I felt my clothes being torn off. "I have to fight."
I felt as if there was a monster side of me, telling me to fight...but where was the other side? Telling me to just escape and run? The decision was made when Murdoc flipped me over onto my stomach, and held me down with his weight. I kicked my long, thin, leg upward, catching Murdoc between the shoulders. It obliously took him by surprise; he fell sideways, crashing into the headboard. He yelled curses at me, and gave me a good backhand slap across the cheek. I crawled o across the bed, blinded by the sheets. "The door is so close..." I stopped short when Murdoc's hand found its way between my legs, and he pulled hard.
Maybe it was the pain of it ll, maybe the fear. Perhaps desperateness. My deformed heart? I don't know...but I went berserk, punching, kicking, clawing...When I was finished with Murdoc, he looked like he had gotten mauled by a bear, and I stood over him, chest heaving, sweating like crazy, yellow slitted eyes on fire, wondering how I had just brought myself to not only throw a punch at the man who had saved my life, but to attack him like a crazed animal would. "Like a monster would..." Now I regretted what I had done, staring down at Murdoc, who was on the floor, either passed out or knocked out. I picked him up with strength I didn't recognize. "He seems so light... I bet I could pick up Russel...If I can resist eating him." I thought bitterly.I set Murdoc down softly into his bed and softly padded into my room. When I got in, I curled up in my bed and cried. I cried for Murdoc, I cried for myself... "I wouldn't have lashed out at Murdoc like that would I? It's not just my body changing...It's body and soul" I sobbed loudly, and once again, the mournful sounds bounced off the walls. Pointless.
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