Blood,
that was all there was. The screams of people had long become distant in my ears.
I stood there unmoving. In my left hand was a hand.
A hand that belonged to the most important person in my life.
I had run a few meters before noticing her hand felt lighter. Something didn't feel right. I could tell.
I turned just slightly,
And there in my hand was just a hand with pieces of flesh dangling from it.
What the hell just happened? My mind instantly went blank.
Behind me stood a creature resembling a wolf. It didn't look real or even possible.
Three heads moving independently, its body radiated pure evil.
It paid no attention to me as it dug into something in front of it.
Already knowing what it could be but refusing to believe it,
I looked below.
Her eyes lay open, the bottom half of her body gone. Two of the heads dug into the bottom half.
The last head focused on the top half.
I watched as it tore into her insides, feasting on the organs that had once enclosed me in the past. Intestines spilled everywhere. Blood and gore—I saw them all.
What was a 17-year-old boy like me expected to do when faced with such evil?
Run?
I could feel my brain screaming through my nerves, urging me to do just that.
And yet…
I took not a single step from where I stood.
Or was it better if I had cried?
What was there to cry about?
The fact she was dead, nothing more than gore,
Or the fact I hadn't noticed that she was.
I shed not a single tear.
It started with my eyes. All I could see was red. Then my body going numb,
my heartbeat banging like a war drum.
At that moment I chose the unreasonable option.
Fight over flight.
I looked around me. It wasn't just me. They were everywhere, each of these abominations,
each of them different—wings, beaks, claws. It was everywhere.
But my eyes weren't interested in anything else but the one that stood in front of me.
Gently I took a step.
Then another.
Slow,
steady and deliberate.
Then I ran.
I ran so fast I had no idea my arm had been broken.
The hand I held my mother with—broken when the creature yanked her away from me.
Screaming at the top of my lungs,
I closed the gap and lashed out with her arm in mine.
The creature's mouth chomped on the arm.
And with a casual flick,
I was tossed a few meters towards the highway.
My body making a contrasting sound with the tarred road.
Blood gurgled right in my mouth. My vision was fading slowly. Once I closed my eyes, I'm dead.
And yet the rage in me still burned all the same.
I tried moving my body, but the same sound was heard again, like the crushing of a bag of chips.
I let out a horrid scream. It hurts.
It hurt like hell.
I laid there. I couldn't get up. Breathing was all I could do.
But the creature had no such problems.
It had ignored my half-eaten mother and was walking towards me.
It launched. Its hundreds of teeth formed a spiral in its mouth.
All I could move appeared to be my arms.
Just in the nick of time I blocked it, using my mother's severed arm to hold back the beast.
I knew the arm wasn't going to hold out longer, so I needed to find a way.
Not a way to escape,
but a way to kill the creature.
I had lost my ability to feel fear.
Anger had overridden reasoning.
It was already passing through the arm when I saw a tiny piece of metal lying gently on the tarred floor. I needed to pick it, but right now my two arms were busy holding back the beast.
I knew one arm wasn't strong enough to hold the beast while I picked it… The moment I let go, it would smash through my chest.
I let go of one arm immediately,
grabbed the piece of metal, and in the nick of time struck straight into its eye.
It howled as it staggered back.
Even if it cost me my life itself, I'm okay with it.
I began crawling even as my back was broken. Every single step taken was agony. This was my chance while the creature was blind.
My blood kept pouring out of my mouth with each step I took.
I had to kill it!
But at this rate, I might be the one who dies first.
Now!
I launched myself off the ground, the metal from earlier still in my hand.
Just as I got close enough, a truck flew towards my direction. It didn't smash me, but the force was enough to break the bridge.
It started with a crack,
The beast had already recovered.
Now killing it had just gotten a whole lot harder.
Then with a sudden sound,
The bridge broke to pieces,
With I and the beast on it.
As we fell, I watched as the creature stared at me and roared,
That's fine with me bastard, I already planned to kill you as well .
I was planning on how to kill this crrature, as we stared each other down
Only to get smashed in the head by falling debris.
We both crashed into the waters. And as I slightly opened my eyes, I was already a few feet deep into the water. I couldn't swim. I couldn't move my body.
Only my fingers and toes barely moved.
I was paralyzed. All I could do was watch myself drown. I held in air, but for how long?
My blood mixing with the ocean's blue hue.
I knew that creature still lived. A simple fall was most certainly not enough.
Why the hell was I dying now? When that creature still lived.
Even at my final moments, as my eyes closed for the last time, all I felt for the last time wasn't memories of those I cared about.
They say your brain picks out good memories when you die so you could die happy no regrets.
But....why?
Why was the only thing I could feel right now was
pure unfiltered rage?