Chapter 11: Ventriloquism
I stood there staring, lost in a trance of fear, unable to move my feet. It was like my body was telling me not to try, that I was already dead. He drew his attention to the floor, he reached over and held Ricky's mangled head between his long, bony fingers. The last drops of blood fell from Ricky's dismembered neck.
The man then proceeded to tare the skin from the head, perfectly without removing any muscles from the structure. With the sack like gore he placed it on his own head and began to unfold it until it covered his whole face like a mask.
I gagged in disgust.
He began to laugh psychotically, the mouth of the mask moving up and down like a ventriloquist dummy. But soon paused and slowly looked down at me, his head tilted as if confused. He bent over, his face no more than a foot away from mine. The masks mouth opened wide, straining the skin, showing complete darkness.
I could here breathing from the mouth.
The hairs on my arms stood like needles as a cold shiver shot through my body. That voice...was just like his...before he died. His tentacles were drawn like spears ready to strike. I backed away slowly, the tears welling up in my eyes made it hard to see my obstacles. I ran blindly through the darkness, weaving through the endless rows of aisles I tripped over a cart's wheel and fell head first into a shelf. Holding my head and ankle in pain, I was sure I had sprained it. At that moment a light shone to the right of me, it was the exit but it had been chained. There was no other way to get through, except to jump through the window. I lifted myself up with all my strength and began to limp, at the speed I was going it wasn't likely for me to be able to break through... but I had to try.
A black tendrill grabbed my sprained ankle and began to crush it, almost snapping it.
Screaming in pain as my ankle strained, I felt like I was loosing control of myself. For a moment my panicking stopped. I didn't feel pain any more, but was filled with anger. Something shone on the floor, it was the blade from a large and sharp knife.
I smiled as I placed it in my hands.
I picked myself up from the ground and turned, only to be facing my living nightmare. I swiftly ran, not taking note of my sprained ankle and plunged the blade deep into his stomach, then carried on stabbing him repetitively in the chest, black blood covering my shirt. Steam began to emit from the blade as it melted away and fell to the floor like goo, soon I noticed my clothes began to corrode. The black blood was acidic and began to eat away at my flesh. Frantically ripping off my shirt, I could feel the burning but could see no scars. I ran for the window and smashed through using my shoulder, glass cutting my body. Laying there on the floor, tears running down my face as I thought about what I had just witnessed. So close to insanity I could hardly see, but from what I could see there were three figures approaching me...calling my name...