To the Anonymous Commenter

"That severed head must have been quite a gruesome display. I wish I could have seen that."

Heh, I hope this little sketch will satisfy your desire, dear.

 

More Nightmares

I opened my eyes but couldn’t see anything but a dark void in front of me. I tried to move but I couldn’t. I couldn’t even feel anything below my neck. Starting to panic, I glanced down though I struggled to move my head. My body was still there which gave me a second of relief, but that was fucking crushed when I saw her long arms wrapped around me. She was cuddling me like a doll.

“W-Wolf?” It was so hard to talk.

“Shh… It’s okay, I’ve got you,” she whispered as if that was fucking comforting in any way.

I wanted to ask what the fuck she was doing and tell her to get her god damn hands off me but between the growing panic and the difficulty of talking, all that came out was a few small squeaks.

“Easy now. We fought, remember?” She said, picking up on my confusion and fear. “We fought and you… got hurt.”

Suddenly, the memory of what happened flooded my mind. I lost, badly, and was left alive but paralyzed.

No no no

“K-kill… me” I wheezed in desperation and horror. I didn’t want to live like this, trapped with her and unable to even fucking move.

“No.” she responded “I told you what would happen if we fought, and I won. It didn’t have to be this way, but you insisted and now look at you.”

I tried to speak again, to beg her to let me die, but she hushed me.

“Shh, rest. I’ll try to fix you… eventually, but for now, I just want to hold you.”

I made another small squeak, but inside I was screaming.

Letting out a loud gasp, I woke up. My heart was pounding so hard that my chest hurt. I sat there, hyperventilating, drenched in sweat, and shivering in the cold car until I got myself back under control. The sun was starting to rise as I drove off in search of a gym, where I could get a shower and get my head together.  

Another night out

Since my last post Wolf and I have been busy working on something and, no, I’m not telling you what it is. Last night though, Wolf decided to go out hunting again, so I tried to go for another walk.

I stayed away from the woods this time, sticking to the city streets instead. Like last time, I wandered aimlessly for a while until a homeless dude stopped me to ask for change. I gave him a few dollars and was about to get moving again when the sound of shouting caught my attention. I followed the noise to a shitty bar. Outside, a skeet was yelling at the bouncer, while a couple of his buddies were standing around. Apparently, the idiot had been thrown out and wasn’t too happy about it. I watched him rant until he finally turned around and noticed me.

“What the fuck are you looking at?!” he yelled.

“A little bitch who just had his ass handed to him by a bouncer,” I responded with a smirk.

He didn’t seem to like that very much as he started storming towards me.

“The fuck did you just say?”

“You heard me.” I said, before slipping into a nearby alley.

I could hear him running after me, with the other two following close behind.

Turning to face them, I grinned.

“You brought friends! Great!” 

A look of confusion crossed the idiot’s face, but he didn’t stop.

“No problem faggot” he snarled as he grabbed my shirt with one hand and took a swing at my face with the other.

Before it could connect, I let my seams go, allowing my mouth to drop open wide enough for his fist to fit. He screamed as I bit down, frantically trying to pull his hand free. He only got part of it back. The taste and scent of his blood was thrilling but I spat out the rest of his hand. As he staggered away in shock, his friend came at me with a broken bottle that had been laying on the litter covered ground. He tried to stab me with it, but I sidestepped out of the way. Grabbing his arm with one hand, I slammed my other into his elbow. It was his turn to scream as it broke, but I shut him up with a claw across the throat. With him bleeding out, I looked around for the third guy, only to see him running away. Clearly, this was the brains of the group. I could have chased him, or sent out a tentacle to drag him back, but since he hadn’t attacked me, I let him go.  

Looking back to the first guy, I saw him sitting on the ground. He was huddled up against a wall and hyperventilating as he stared at what was left of his hand.

“Please don’t kill me, man” he whimpered. Unfortunately for him, the taste of his blood was still in my mouth, and I wanted more. With one hand, I dragged him up by his shirt. Pushing the palm of my free hand under his chin, I fired a tentacle through it and up into his brain.   

Coming home, I was greeted by the sight of Wolf's latest victim. Her severed head was suspended in the air and sliced vertically into sections like the world’s most brutal biological exhibit. Looking closer, I saw the woman’s eyes darting around frantically in their separate sections. She was still alive.

Wolf obviously knew that she could hang on to someone in her stomach, but apparently, she wanted to see if her control over this place would allow her to keep them outside of herself and in such an extreme state “just in case”.   

I always thought her “art” was fucked up, and looking at what she had done, I still felt that old repulsion. This time, however, it was mixed with… awe.

Nightmare

My eyes shot open when she touched my hair. There was that fucking stitched mask looming over me in the darkness of the room. Terrified, I tried to scramble away, but she forced me back down. I looked for Josh, expecting him to help, only to see the fucking piece of shit disappearing through the door. She grabbed my wrists and climbed on top of me pinning me to the bed.

My body started changing as she held me in place until it looked… like it does now. Scars appeared all over me while my eye and tongue fucking dissolved. At the same time the Wolf’s mask fused with her fucking skin, becoming her face. I could feel her stomach opening against mine.

“Get the fuck off of me!” I yelled, struggling to get free.   

“Or what? You’ll kill me?” she laughed “You’re not even strong enough to wriggle out of my grasp.”

Her teeth scraped my skin

“What could you ever do against me? What could you do, but be my prey again?” 

“Fuck y-” was all I got out before her maw bit into my stomach.   

Screaming, I woke up to find myself alone in my car. After driving for so long, I had pulled onto the shoulder of the road and passed the fuck out. I tried to wipe away my tears, but they wouldn’t fucking stop. Eventually, I managed to take a deep breath and calm down enough to get back on the road.

 

Underestimated

Well, I just had a hell of a night.

It started when Wolf came back from another hunt, dragging a screaming, struggling woman with her. After what happened last time, I decided to leave so I wouldn’t be tempted again.

Stepping out of our domain and into a small town, I started walking. I wandered aimlessly for a while as I tried to think of something to do to kill time. Reaching the tree-lined outskirts, I got an idea. I walked a little way into the woods before extending my arms up to grab a branch. Pulling myself upward and climbing onto it, I chose another tree and leapt. Extending my arms again, I grabbed onto the new branch and swung to the next.

I kept going, having fun swinging from tree to tree, testing my abilities, until I caught a scent. Letting go of the branch, I landed on the ground and began to look for the source. It was familiar, similar to dead leaves and yet distinct and strong enough to cut through the scent of the other trees. That’s when it hit me- our old boss.

I wasn’t too surprised, since I was kind of in his territory, but then I realized it was coming from several spots around me. Suddenly, someone came bursting out of the trees behind me. I instinctively struck out with a tendril. Taking a quick glance back, I saw that it was embedded in the guy’s stomach. Using it like a hook, I lifted him up only to slam him into another proxy as they emerged from the trees in front of me. More of them came out of hiding to take their shots. One of them swung a hatchet only for me to catch their arm and break it before shoving them into the path of a machete. The one wielding the machete pulled it free from his friend but wasn’t able to do much else before I wrapped my elongated hand around his head and snapped his neck. Hearing another one running up behind me. I extended my leg back, sending my foot hurtling into him. I twisted around on the foot I had planted on the ground, my threads letting me spin in a way that would be impossible for a normal person. I raked my clawed foot across another one’s gut, tearing it open.

By this point, you might be wondering why I didn’t just burn them all or try to escape. Well, for one thing, the air was now thick with the overwhelming, intoxicating scent of blood. It made the hunger even more intense, and I wasn’t exactly feeling sympathetic anyway since they were trying to kill me. Besides, it was clear from their lack of reaction that they were hollows- empty puppets for our old boss. The people that they once were, were already gone.

For another thing, I was hoping that fighting this way might make the tall guy feel safe enough to make an appearance. It was a long shot, but I wondered if he might not know the extent of my abilities. Maybe he wasn’t sure if I could do everything Wolf could. Maybe he just assumed I was still the weak link. Why else would he fling mindless hollows after me like this? If he knew what I could do, then he would know that I could roast them all in seconds if I wanted to, which would make this attack pointless.

Whether I was right or not, in the end I got my wish.

He appeared a few feet away from me, ready to impale me with his tentacles. I wonder what went through his faceless head when I fucking fried them. He disappeared as his body started to burn, saving himself from taking more serious damage. I didn’t think he was going to just sit there and let me kill him, but that wasn’t the point. Do you know what it’s like to hold a knife to the throat of something like that? To make one of the fucking Fears run? God that felt good, especially after all the shit he’s put me and so many others through. I hope it hurt.

With him gone, I decided to make my exit. I used a tendril to knock one of the remaining hollows out of the way before opening a doorway to our world and launching myself through it. Wolf was finished with her captive by the time I got back, not that it mattered anymore since the fight had taken care of my hunger. Funny how that worked out.           

Music, Ink and Flesh

The hunger had been gnawing at me for a while, but I had, of course, been occupied with more urgent things. If you read Hart’s last post, however, you know that I finally took the opportunity to go hunting again.

Spotted my victim as he left a convenience store parking lot, likely planning on walking home. I followed him for a while, slowly closing the distance between us. It was late at night and the streets were empty, leaving only the sound of our footsteps in the snow. Eventually he noticed the noise and glanced back at me. I sprang forward, extending my limbs to run on all fours. He dropped the bag he had been carrying in shock as he backed up before turning to run. I leapt, knocking him into the, now unraveling space before us. He hit the ground hard, and I gave him no chance to recover. Dragged him to the carved post before hoisting him by his wrists and binding them to the hook at the top. Forming claws, I ripped his coat and shirt from him, leaving his flesh exposed.

“Oh God!” he cried, finally snapping out of his stunned state. “Oh God, what the fuck are you?!”

“What am I?” I smiled, considering the question as I circled around him. “An aberration. An amalgamation. The unintended fusion of a murderous human and a gluttonous interdimensional being. A monster.” I came to a stop in front of him, looking into his eyes. “And the one who will bring your life to a very painful end.”

“But why?!” He sputtered. “What did I do?”

“Nothing that I’m aware of. You simply had the extreme misfortune of crossing my path.”

I stepped closer to him.

“W-wait-” he started before I cut him off.

“Now, now, I answered your questions. It’s your turn to answer mine.” Moving to his side, I gently turned his body as much as the restraints would allow so I could peek at his back. “Ah, I thought I saw a tattoo there! Why don’t you tell me about that?”

“What?” he blurted, clearly not expecting the question “It’s an abstract treble clef with string wings.”

“I can see that, dear” I said, letting go of his side and stepping in front of him again. “But what I want to know is the story behind it. Are you a musician? A music lover?”

“Both” he replied, “I play the violin and the tattoo represents how it makes me feel.”

“And how does it make you feel?” I asked.

“Free” he said, letting out a small, pained laugh, likely because his current situation was anything but that. “Especially when I compose my own pieces.”

“It sounds like you’re quite passionate about it” I said. “Would it be correct to say that it’s a driving force in your life? Something you need?”

“Y-yeah”

“Excellent” I said, very pleased with his answers. “I can certainly relate, as I’m an artist, myself, although my mediums of choice are different. Flesh and bone and blood are what I like to work with. Cutting, breaking, stitching, twisting it as I please- creating agony. I hunger for it, needing it as you need your music.”

He had been trembling before, but he began to shake even harder as I spoke.

“But my music doesn’t hurt anyone…” he weakly offered.

“Well, my art does, and tonight, your body will be the canvas.”

He stared at me in horrified silence for a moment, but found his voice again when I reached for his face.

“Wait! Please!” He cried in desperation “I don’t want to die!”

“Heh… you might by the time I’m done.” I said “Regardless, I’m not going to spare you, so you might as well save your breath.”

“Well…” His voice broke for a moment “Well… if you’re going to kill me, then could you at least do it quick and do the… cutting and breaking after?”

I giggled at the request before grabbing his face.

“Oh, my poor dear, I’m sorry, but your suffering is part of the process,” I said as a thin tendril slipped out of one of my fingers. “Now… Let’s take care of your mouth first.”

Using the tendril as both needle and thread, I swiftly stitched it closed.

“There, that’s better” I said, releasing his face from my grasp.

Decided that, since music was such an important part of his life, it should be part of his death too. Figured that since he was a violinist, he would probably like the classical variety, so I pulled up a collection of it on my phone. My power over this domain allowed me to alter and amplify the sound, making it seem like it was coming from all around us, with perfect clarity. I swayed in time with it for a few moments, and then began to dance.

As Hart described, I allowed my body to contort with the music in a way that no human could, sticking out a claw every now and then to slice at him. His mouth may have been sewn shut, but this didn’t stop him from trying to scream anyway. I relished in his muffled cries while breathing in the scent of his blood. Ah, it had been too long.

Eventually, I drew in close to him, dug my claws into his chest before dragging them downward, leaving red furrows behind. He shook his head in pain as tears flowed from his eyes. My stitches gave way so I could extend my tongue to lick them up, tasting his fear. Clamped a hand around his throat so I could feel his pulse pounding under my fingers as I bit into his cheek. Pulling back, I tore a strip of flesh from him, savoring it as he struggled in my grasp.

I let go of his throat and freed him from the post. He tried to pull away but I held his arms tight in my hands. I began to dance again, forcing him to move with me. Unfortunately for him, he couldn’t quite keep up, so when my arms twisted, his broke, when mine extended, his came apart entirely. He fell to the ground, hyperventilating and writhing in agony. Tendrils slid out of my stomach, seizing his destroyed limbs and pulling them in. His eyes rolled back as blood gushed from his stumps. I danced around him in a circle, finally coming to a stop by his head. Kneeling down, I thanked him for the conversation and the dance before drawing a claw across his throat like a bow across the strings of a violin. I licked some of his blood from my fingers as I watched him die, then sent my tendrils out once more to pull his head into my maw.

Originally, I had intended to keep him alive and miserable for much longer, but I had truly enjoyed the conversation, so as a show of gratitude, I ended things early. Tore off his legs and consumed them, then propped what was left of him up against the post. Figured that, since I didn’t keep him as a living art project, I would make him into another sort before I finished my meal. I haven't drawn anything in quite some time, but I’m pleased with the result.

 

 

Ah, I really needed that.

The Hunger

I woke up to the scent of blood. Getting up, I went out to the living room to see what was going on. Wolf must have gone hunting, because when I looked out the window, I saw that she wasn’t alone. A shirtless man was bound by his wrists and dangling from hook of the carved post.

She was in front of him, dancing while classical music played from… somewhere. It sounded like it was all around us. Her movements were wild, extending her limbs to leap and twist in ways a normal person couldn’t. Dude already had a few cuts on his chest and stomach, and as Wolf twirled, she stuck out a claw to add another. He probably would have been screaming, but his mouth was sewn shut. 

I’ve never enjoyed torturing people (except for Carmine, but that piece of shit deserved everything he got). I took part in it when Wolf wanted me to, of course, but I never got anything out of it like she and Fell did. In that moment though, as I watched her violent dance, I felt the hunger.

She suddenly moved closer to the guy and, with one hand, began to slowly drag her claws down his chest. I could practically taste his blood as I watched it spill. I imagined the sensation of biting into him and indulging every fucking one of my senses with his pain. Despite that, I forced myself to turn away. Looking down, I saw that my own hands were bleeding. I had apparently formed claws without realizing it and dug them into my palms. Needing some kind of relief, I licked my blood off them as the little cuts sealed themselves up.

I lit the wood stove to cover the scent of blood with the smell of smoke. Then I went back to the window and, without looking out again, closed the curtains. That, along with the taste of my own blood wasn’t enough to satisfy the hunger but it took the edge off so I could bear it until Wolf was done feeding hers.