1It's a bit gory... So watch out!
Weasel Nightmare
I kept on running and running… There was no end to my quickening footsteps. My breath was growing quicker and my mouth was open like I was panting like a dog.
And I kept running. It's been nearly hours, but there was no end to the scene around me.
My feet splashed onto the red puddles that flooded the ground. My eyes tried to avoid the gory scene of the piles of the dead bodies that line the walls.
The eyeless women… The spineless men… The legless children… Each and every dead body that was on the ground, looked like it was terrible tortured before their death… Their faces were scarred with a terrified look, and my mind couldn't comprehend what they felt before their death.
So I kept on running and running, trying to escape the nightmare. Even after what seemed like hours, when my legs felt like it was going to fall apart, and my lungs felt like it was on fire. Even when I could taste blood coming up from the back of my throat as my stomach felt sick from the alluring smell of rotting blood. I just kept running and running.
Soon enough, my eyes spotted an escape to the never ending hallway.
A room.
There was a random door, with no splatter of blood on there to ruin it. I probably shouldn't have gone inside, I probably should have found it particular strange, but I didn't care. I just wanted to get away from all of the dead bodies. Get away from the blood and gore; get away from the sickening faces on the dead bodies that surrounded me.
I turned to run into the room…
And that's when I found myself in front of a mirror. The room looked unimportant to me, but the mirror stood out like a sore thumb. And though my mind was still filled with the terrible thoughts, I somehow felt compelled to the mirror. I felt like it could have made all the nightmares disappeared or something…
Without a second thought, I stepped closer to the mirror. I ignored the pain that was flying through my legs and lungs and just focus on my need to get closer to the mirror…
I probably should have noticed something was wrong when I saw the back of a giant weasel in the mirror. But I didn't care, I just needed to fill the desire to get near to the mirror… Closer… and Closer…
When I finally got closer to the mirror, in the back of my mind I knew something was wrong. I saw a giant weasel, a bit bigger than me, with its long spiky tail flickering back and forth in the mirror. I saw the ears of the weasel twitch sideways every time I stepped, like a cat. But what got me the most, was its elongated arms, and at the end of those mutated arms were strange and mysterious giant long white claws.
Though, the claws were not pure white. What made the claws more mysterious were the long stains of crimson blood liquid. The blood was still fresh, as it dripped off from the claw, and onto the reflection of the floor.
Slowly, the weasel turned his head towards me. I stayed frozen in spot, as I saw the weasel's face because instead of the cute weasel normal people see, this monster had a twisted version of a weasel.
The muzzle of the weasel's looked almost wolf-like and its fang protruded from its snarling mouth. The tip of its muzzle was a strange nose, that looked completely wet and slimy, like an extreme version of a dog's. The eyes on the weasel's head were two different colors. One was stained crimson red, like someone dipped the whole thing in blood, and the other was completely covered in black ink that moved in slither in its place.
When the weasel's mouth twitched up, snarling at me, I stared at him while I saw the drool dripped down onto its matted fur, and its teeth were huge, canine-like, and covered with pieces of flesh.
For a few moments, we both stood there. I was completely speechless, and the demon-weasel let out a low gnarling noise.
Suddenly, without a moment to spare, the weasel's claw shot out from the mirror, and pierced through my chest. Pain exploded from the wound, and I felt sick as I felt the claw reaching farther and farther, until the whole paw protruded from my back.
I opened my mouth, and let out a silent scream.
"Ah… the same expression as usual." The weasel pulled out his claw suddenly, and I watched in horror as I saw blood spurt out of my body like I was a fountain. I didn't understand why, but my body kept standing, even though I knew I should be dead. I should be on the ground, unable to breath, but I just watched in horror as the hole in my body reveal my stomach, guts, bones, and muscles.
The weasel's fur and skin started to mutate, and I still watched as the skin started to bubble like a vial poison. Suddenly, the weasel's eyes fell out, and I saw the eyeballs roll away. The two eyeballs rolled and halt to a stop and in my mind I faintly thought that they looked like red and black jewels…
When I looked back at the weasel, its fur and skin seemed too had sagged and relax. Not like wrinkles on an old human, but like it was a costume that was much too large on its owner.
And then, his mouth flew open, and the top of its head fell to the ground. Out from the deadly skin, was a little boy, and he slowly stepped out of the mirror, and was soon standing in front of me.
The boy's deep red-stained eyes looked at me, and he smirked. Majestically yet slowly, he went over to where the weasel's ink-stain eye was. He picked it up, and squashed it. The eye's remains suddenly started to bubble up on the boy's hand, and it somehow mutated into a solid form of a hat. The boy, grinning at his trick, finally placed on the hat-that-use-to-be-an-eye. "It's so great to be in this form."
He walked over to me, and I wince as he placed his hand in the gaping hole in my chest. "Looks like I created a mess, didn't I?"
I didn't say anything, in fear, or in shock, I didn't know. I just watch the former demon weasel in front of me. He watched me in turn, and after some time, he smirked. He leaned in closer, and I can feel his foul breath slightly burning my cheeks.
"And to think, you look exactly like me." He grinned widely, lifting up a piece of my hair. "The hair is even the same exact color."
He watched me, and I saw some slight look of caring and wonder, almost like I was his son that he haven't seen in forever. But the longer he watched, I saw his features slowly distort to realization and hatred.
"And yet, YOU'RE the one out in the human world!" He suddenly growled, and shoved me away. I fell to the ground, pain burning my whole body as my already weak body made a sickening CRACK as it hit the ground. "So WEAK! And PATHETIC! YET YOU'RE OUT THERE WHILE I'M STUCK HERE!" He screeched at me, and in the corner of my eyes I saw more gore of people dying left and right.
I didn't know where the people were coming from, but they were all dying in terrible ways… Eyes ripped out… Sliced by scissors… Exploding into tiny little pieces…
As each died, they left a huge mess of blood in their place, and it splattered on both me and my-look alike in front of me.
As soon as the mess started, it stopped. The boy, instead of clenching his hand, had now a calm look on his face, and his hand reached out to help me. I stared at the hand blankly, still slightly wincing at my pain. I was confused; he was caring, then angry, then caring. I didn't know what he'll do next, and I was afraid to anger him any longer, in fear he'll cause me more pain. So I looked up at him, wondering what to do next, and I felt even more fear as I saw his face contort into some sort of twisted grin.
Suddenly he grabbed my collar and lifted me up from the ground, and I slightly screamed as the pain increased. "No matter," he started, "You'll be dead soon, and I'll live!"
His demented laughter suddenly filled the room, and I shivered as I heard echoes of tiny little voices laughing. He kept on laughing and laughing, and he smirked at me. "Just you wait, I'll have my body back you useless copy."
Suddenly, out of nowhere, his other hand, now mutated into his weasel claw, shot out and clenched my right arm. "Do you understand? I'm getting back what belongs to me!"
He kept squeezing my arm harder and harder, and I flew my head back, screaming in agony. The pain in my arm was focus and it felt like someone kept ripping at the skin, the muscles, and even the bone in the section. I wanted it to stop, as I felt a fiery pain keeping shooting up and down the arm, warning me that it was going to break soon. But the boy didn't stop, he just kept squeezing the arm harder and harder, and I felt tears burn my cheeks as it fell from my eyes.
"You're NOT going to escape me THIS time…" He growled in warning, and I let out one last shriek as I felt my arm crack in half from his force.
He dropped me on the ground, and I was gasping for air. I didn't want to look at my arm, I still felt pain there, but I felt a sort of emptiness there. It's gone. I thought to myself, and I wince, not wanting to see my dissevered arm on the ground next to me.
There's a gaping hole in my chest, my arm was forcefully broken in half and pulled out, and I was amazed that I was still alive.
"Oh, I forgot," He bend down, so it was at my eye level, and my eyes widen, wondering how else he's going to hurt me. Break my other arm, maybe my legs? Or perhaps he'll rip out my guts slowly, watching me wince and spazz out in pure agony.
I winced in advance as I saw him shoot his hand out again, but this time it landed softly at my head. He even started to pet me, like a puppy. "I heard that you gotten pretty close to someone..."
My head shot up, and I looked at the boy with complete shock, "Don't hurt her!" I tried saying, but nothing came out. My voice was gone from the excessive screaming, and what was left was a painful scratching pain in my throat. He looked at me in amusement, and he seemed to chuckle as he knew what I was trying to say.
He also smirked as he saw me try to catch my voice, and he leaned in closer again. "As long as I don't hear those three certain words…"
In the back of my mind, I saw myself slashing, torturing… Murdering… Killing a certain girl I was getting particularly close to. My eyes widen, and my mouth mouthed the words 'No,' as I saw the picture repeating itself over and over again…
"I might leave her alone." His hand that was on my head slid down and it covered my face. It covered up my eyes, nose and mouth, and I smelled the disgusting scent of dry blood on his hand. I shuddered as I felt his hand feel unnatural to my skin, it was slimy, wet, and it seemed too course, like it had fur on it.
A burst of pain and explosion filled my mind, and I blanked out.
When I finally came around, I felt a soft and kind touch on my forehead. Weary, I fluttered my eyes open, and I blinked as I saw a beautiful girl in front of me. "S-Shi-shi?" I called her by her nickname.
She looked slightly surprised, and tried to cover my eyes. "N-No! I'm God!" I heard her lie, lowering her voice to sound more manly. I started to laugh, but it turned into coughing fits and I felt pain revolt on my right arm and chest.
I winced, and gasp in pain, and in the back of my mind, I heard Shiori asking me if I was okay.
"I'm coming to get my body back..."
I smiled back at Shiori, trying hard to ignore the burning and poisoning pain that filled my arm and chest.
"Yeah, I'm fine, Shiori!"
"Don't get too close…"
Not unless I destroy the body first…
Tell me how you think of this? Please?