Can't even shit in peace

There I was, in a public bathroom, regretting the shitty takeout I had earlier, when I heard someone come in. They slowly walked past the other stalls until they reached mine. Looking down, I saw their shadow move under the door as they turned towards it.

“I know you’re in there, Fell.”

God fucking damn it.

“I’ve come here on behalf of the faceless one to make an offer,” the freak continued “something that will make all our lives easier.”

“Are you fucking serious? I’m on the fucking toilet!” I snapped “Besides, after the last ‘offer’ your boss made, I’d hate to see what it’s going to be this time!”

“Well, you haven’t given me much choice,” she responded. “You don’t leave your car very often these days and I didn’t want you to just drive off the second I tried to talk to you. Now that you know I’m here, I’ll let you finish up, and we’ll have our discussion once you come out.”

“Fucking wonderful” I muttered.

She stepped away from the stall but didn’t leave the room.

Once I was done, I slowly opened the stall door. I had my knife out of its sheath, expecting to be attacked, but she just stood there between me and the exit.

She looked like a normal person, apart from a cut on her lip and a coat that was way too heavy for the muggy weather. She kept her hands stuffed in its pockets.

“Aren’t you going to wash your hands?” she said with a smirk. “I’m not going to do anything unless you give me reason to.”

“Not with your creepy ass here,” I replied. “Now, what the fuck do you want?”

“Gross” said the fucker who had just been standing there, listening to me shit for several minutes. “Anyway, like I said, I have a proposition for you. Attempting to bring you back into the fold via your hunger didn’t work, to put it mildly-”

“No fucking shit” I snapped.

“…So another approach is necessary” she continued. “You want to kill the Wolf, right? We do too. Our goal is the same, so why waste our time and resources fighting each other? If you come with me, come back to the family, even just temporarily, we could give you a stable, safe place to stay. You wouldn’t have to keep looking over your shoulder or endlessly, aimlessly driving while exhausting yourself more and more each day. You could fully focus on your preparations and thus be able to face the Wolf in the best possible condition.”

I laughed in fucking disbelief at the shit I was hearing. After everything the Tailor put me through, NOW he wanted to fucking negotiate.

“Your boss is the one who ordered the Wolf to torture me until I fucking broke and you think I’m going to trust anything you’re offering?! Fuck off! If I go with you, I’ll either be taken as a hostage to make the Wolf give up, or he’ll kill me as soon as I kill her. Fuck him and fuck you too!”

Her expression darkened, but her smirk remained.

“I understand, however, I think there’s something you should take into consideration” she said. “If you come with me willingly, you’ll be given what has been promised. If you don’t, I will have to take you back as a pri-”

I didn’t let her finish, hoping to catch her ass off guard. I slashed at her with my knife, but she dodged and fucking disappeared, only to reappear next to me.

I had to duck out of the way of an expandable baton. Then I had to do it again and again as she kept disappearing and reappearing.

Finally, I caught a break. After avoiding another swing, I was able to drive my knife into her side while her arm was across her body. She screamed and tried to pull away, but I locked my free arm around the back of her neck to keep her in place. She managed to tear herself away from me, but I hooked her leg with my foot, knocking her off balance. The second she hit the ground, I moved in and stomped on her head, knocking her ass out. I wanted to keep stomping on her so bad, but I forced myself to stop. Instead, I took her baton and tucked it into my hoodie’s pocket, then headed out the door.

Of course, shit couldn’t be that easy though. Leaving the bathroom, I saw someone standing between me and my car. I fucking froze at the sight of a stitched face under a red hood. The last nightmare I had flashed through my mind as I stood there.

“Come home, Fell.”

I realized then that I wasn’t looking at a face, but a stitched mask. This was a shithead proxy dressed up like the Wolf.

Suddenly, a rope was thrown over my head and pulled tight around my throat. Apparently, the fucker in the bathroom had been playing possum only to take advantage of my shock.

“It doesn’t have to be like this” she hissed in my ear as she strangled me “We can give you the strength you need to face her.”

“Come home, Fell,” the fake Wolf said again, closing the distance between us. “Come home.”

She was obviously trying to fuck with my head to make me give up, but it had the opposite effect, causing me to snap. Twisting my body, I slammed my knife into the bathroom bitch’s stomach. She gasped and loosened her grip enough for me to get free, tearing the knife back out of her.

I felt something sharp dig into me. The fake Wolf had tried to stab me while my attention was on her friend. It would have been worse, but the knife glanced off my tomahawk, which I had strapped to my back and hidden under my hoodie. Pulling it out while I turned, I caught the fake Wolf with the spike. She cried out in pain as I used it to spin her ass around before chopping into her back. She screamed and lurched forward, pulling herself off the blade. She tried to turn herself back around, but I hit her again before she could do anything else. She collapsed to the ground. I could have left her like that and ran for the car, but I didn’t. Instead, I brought the tomahawk down on her again and again. By the time I was done, her head was a gory mess of brain and skull fragments.

I stood there, covered in blood and shaking as I looked back and forth between what was left of the fake Wolf and the other proxy. Both were dead. My streak was broken. The hunger had been fed.

That’s when I noticed the Tailor, standing under the light of a streetlamp, watching me.  

“FUCK YOU” I screamed, pissed that he and his followers had forced me to lose control like that and get even more blood on my hands. Having enough of this shit, I stomped towards his skinny ass. I knew I couldn’t do diddlydick to him, but I was tired and angry and frustrated enough to try anyway. I only made it a few steps before he disappeared, only to reappear right in front of me.

The next thing I knew, I was knocked flat on my ass. I tried to scramble back as he reached one of his spindly hands towards me. In desperation, I swung my tomahawk at his arm, only for a tentacle to catch it. I guess he was through fucking around and had decided to capture or kill me himself. Before he could, a loud crack rang out, causing him to stop. He stood back up, letting my tomahawk go in the process. I rolled over and got to my feet, almost falling over again from the sudden wave of feverish dizziness I felt. That’s when a beak came out of the shadows, and I saw what had stopped the Tailor.

The fucking Plague Doctor.

The Tailor gave out an ear-splitting roar at the interruption, while the disease bird let out a screech of his own. The noise along with the sudden pressure coming off them made the dizziness a lot worse. In desperation, I bolted towards my car. My ears ringing, and my head spinning, I managed to start the engine before flooring it out of there. Thankfully, they were too busy with their supernatural dick waving to stop me. Not that I got away completely unharmed since I now have a fucking flu along with some gross fucking blisters that I didn’t before.     

I guess I should have expected the disease bird to swoop in at some point. He wants the Wolf, so it makes sense that he’d come after my ass to use as fucking bait or some shit.

Great. This is all I fucking need. 

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.