Splat!
Splat!
Splat!
Splat!
Splat!
"Die!"
Splat!
Splat!
Splat!
Splat!
Splat!
Splat!
"Die! Fucking Die!"
Splat!
Splat!
Splat!
Splat!
Splat!
Splat!
Splat!
Splat!
Splat!
"Just die already! Die you mother fucker!"
The rain poured down with an incessant ferocity and the water rolled off the slanting roofs and into the draining pipes. The streets were filled with water streaming through the gaps between bricks, yet, within an alleyway, water mixed with another fluid.
Splat!
A baton constantly rose and fell over a fallen body. Another man whose clothes were in tatters and hair fell crazily over his face made crazy ramblings as he desperately swung at the creature's head.
Dark blood mixed with rainwater and spread through the alley in thick swirling streams. Torn flesh hung loose from its skull while shattered teeth floated through puddles beside them.
Yet Roy could not stop.
Splat!
Splat!
Splat!
Splat!
"Why!? Why won't you die!?" He screamed at the body. The creature was recognition now. Its head was completely split open to reveal the brain matter underneath. The torso was caved in at several points and two of its arms had been beaten so badly they had fallen off.
Splat!
With one final strike which took everything he had, Roy stopped.
Huff! Huff! Huff!
Rainwater fell atop his head and drizzled down from his chin in long lines.
His knuckles still gripped the baton tightly when he sat down, back against the wall. His eyes scanned the monster's body, afraid that it may stand right up again.
His chest rose and fell and he refused to blink.
He gritted his teeth, and broke out into sobs.
"Why.... why god... why is this happening to me?" It was no longer clear if the streaks streaming down his face were of tears or of rain. His question wasn't answered by anything, nothing except the rain itself was there to hear it.
The baton loosened between his ruined grip and slowly fell upon the ground. Roy covered his eyes with his forearm and began to wail like a child.
"Why!?" He asked over and over and over, as if asking it enough times would magically make someone appear who might just answer him.
Eventually, even these questions died in his throat.
Huff... Huff...
Thump!
"Stop..." he muttered weakly.
Thump!
"No..."
Thump!
The eyes of sylvian continued despite his pleading. Every second a pulse of heat rang through his body, rejuvenating him and repairing torn skin, exhausted muscle and broken bone.
He hated it.
With every fibre of his being he hated it.
Roy lowered his head into his hands as the rain drops kept on falling at his back. His mind kept on replaying everything.
"This isn't real..." he whispered weakly. "This can't be fucking real..."
The rain slowly began to weaken.
The roaring downpour softened into a quieter drizzle that pattered against rooftops and brick. Water still streamed through the streets but the violence of the storm had begun to pass.
Roy sat there for what felt like forever.
Time no longer felt real inside Prehevil.
Eventually, the Eyes of Sylvian forced enough strength back into his body that sitting still became impossible. His ribs no longer shifted painfully beneath his chest. The torn flesh around his hands had long closed itself back together, though fresh pink skin still crawled and twitched where the barbed wire had flayed him open.
Roy slowly lowered his arms.
The corpse beside him remained still.
Thank god. He prayed.
As he stood up, his limbs were steady. Full of strength and vigor as if everything that had just happened was a dream.
Roy stepped back out into the streets of Prehevil.
The city greeted him with silence. And the silence itself seemed dead. Rows of dark buildings loomed overhead beneath the fading rainclouds. Their old pointed rooftops rose like crooked teeth into the fog while countless windows stared down into the streets below.
Most were dark. Some were not.
Roy froze after noticing movement in one of them.
A silhouette stood behind a third floor window.
Watching him.
Roy slowly backed away.
The silhouette remained there motionless until the fog swallowed the building entirely behind him.
His heartbeat quickened again.
Thump.
The Eyes pulsed faintly.
"No..." he muttered immediately. "No more..."
He kept moving.
The streets stretched endlessly ahead of him beneath flickering lamps and tangled power lines. Military vehicles sat abandoned near intersections while rusted barricades cut through roads seemingly at random.
As he turned a corner, he came across something. At first, through the fog and drizzle, he thought it was torn cloth tangled around the power lines. But there was only so long he could convince himself of that.
His breath caught in his throat.
Bodies.
Dozens of them.
They hung from the lines high above the street with their arms stretched outward by rusted hooks driven through their wrists. Rainwater rolled down pale skin and dripped from limp fingers into the road below. Some were stripped naked entirely while others still wore fragments of uniforms and civilian clothing that fluttered weakly in the wind, swaying lightly.
One of the bodies slowly rotated in the wind until Roy found himself staring directly into its face. Its face was twisted into an expression of pain and its eyes were gouged out, leaving two dark pits at the center of its face through which rainwater streamed out.
What the fuck... resisting the urge to vomit, Roy treaded onwards. He had to find a way out of this hell hole.
The city only became worse the farther he went.
More bodies appeared in large numbers.
Some had ropes wrapped around their necks several times over and hung from rooftops like grotesque decorations. The ropes twisted around swollen flesh like constricting snakes while rainwater dripped from their dangling feet.
Others had been tied upright against wooden poles hammered directly into the streets themselves.
Crucified.
Roy passed one woman whose mouth had been stitched shut with black wire.
Another corpse had both hands nailed over its eyes.
One man knelt on the street, its forehead pressed against the ground as though praying.
The smell of rot and the paleness of their flesh that Roy could very clearly smell and see clearly didn't help the imagery. Every wet squelch beneath his boots, every buzzing fly hidden somewhere beneath windowsills, every creak of rope above him forced itself into perfect clarity.
And then he heard it.
Hehehehehehehe....
A distant laughter, cold and devoid of all life.
Roy suddenly found his hackles standing on edge and his heartbeat quickened. The laighter came and went but the effect it produced was immediate.
His boots splashed through shallow streams running along the streets while fog curled around abandoned vehicles and barricades. Roy's footsteps had quickened now.
And it was then that he came across them.
People.
Standing motionless in the fog.
The first man stood right in the middle of the street, looking somewhere in the distance with his head turned away from Roy. For a moment, Roy tried, with his newfound senses to listen to the thing's breathing.
It brought a sense of relief and terror when he found out it wasn't.
Roy slowly backed away.
Then noticed another silhouette further down another intersection. And another.
Some stood beneath awnings, some directly beneath the rain.
One figure faced a wall completely motionless with its forehead pressed against brick while another appeared to be staring upward toward the hanging corpses overhead.
Suddenly, the city felt occupied.
Hehehehehehehe...
The laughter echoed through the streets again. Somehow closer.
Roy's breathing became shallower as he kept moving. He came across another barricade, forcing him to go another path. He hardly wanted to experience being dug through by barbed wires again.
Just then, he froze.
Tap!
A footstep.
His eyes widened as he found himself sprinting for the nearest overturned military vehicles and hid himself behind it.
The sound grew closer.
Then came light.
A flashlight beam cut through the fog ahead, sweeping lazily across the street. And following behind the light came the man.
At least, it looked like one, contrary to the monster he had encountered before.
He moved in slow, groaning movements which made it seem almost like he was some sort of a wooden puppet. His skin was pale white yet the lower part of his jaw was blue, and Roy could tell at a glance this blue was not due to artificial colour.
He wore pieces of military clothing stained almost black by rain and filth, though one could tell their original colour had been white. A rifle rested loosely in his hands while ammunition belts hung across his chest.
Roy hid himself further back behind the truck and waited. The footsteps grew closer and closer and slowly began to grew faint.
Only after the footsteps faded entirely did he finally risk peeking over the edge of the truck.
The gunman was gone.
Thank fuck... Roy exhaled through his nose.
"Hehehehehehehe"
And again heard the sound.
His eyes widened in his sockets and his heart thundered as if it wanted to beat right out of his chest.
The laughter was close now. Uncomfortably close.
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A/N: Tell me your thoughts until now and do remember to throw some stones.