Sours · @ModaIBeat
12th Aug 2016 from TwitLonger
Eyyy, I wrote a thing if anyone wants to read it. Or not. I dunno.
I could hear a loud cracking coming from his hunched over and shivering body. The piercing snaps echoed and bounced off the walls, invading my ears from all directions - there was no pattern or formula to the rapid cracks of what sounded like thick and heavy fingers loosening from their joints. A lump in my throat stopped most of the words in my head from emerging, and all that I could manage in my wary state was a small, husky squeak like that of a tired mouse presented the site of a rabid feline. I don't know if it was in response to my sound or from his own accord, but he stood up soon after my pathetic whimper.
His feet stumbled and slid on the rugged pavement as his legs tugged them around in a rabid, twitching motion. His contorting stomach was plain and simple to see passed the ripped and blooded threads of clothe that could barely be recognized as a shirt. The very sight of the scurrying and shaking lumps that invaded his bloated belly made my own stomach churn - I could see his skin barely able to contain whatever might be attempting to escape as it stretched, folded and wrinkled up and down, moving like a pack of panicked rats in a rug. His hands and arms twitched along with his legs and it was made plain and clear in his dilated, shaking pupils that he had lost all control of his limbs. His wavering and shivering arms raised up, forcefully pressing his hands on his pale and sweating face.
His fingers continued to produce the loud cracks of opening joints as they tugged and pushed away at the moist skin of his cheeks, searching, seeking, scanning every inch of his face until they finally found his dry and cracked lips curled up against his tightly clamped teeth. They began to dig into the space between his lips and his gums - his nails sharply cut and buried themselves deep into the wet meat, shoveling out bits and pieces of pried gum. Blood soon began to pour out of the grotesque openings, where what at first were small, trickling droplets of saliva and blood turned to gushing streams of thick and sloshing red liquid, seeped down and pooled slow, moving masses of spit, puss and blood, all accompanied by the sounds of bloated gums being pierced that invaded my head like the sound of a tiny drill digging into teeth. Despite the lack of control in his body, he seemed to be able to feel every pinch and dig of his nails as he finally opened his teeth to produce a scream, though all that could come out was a low and croaking groan that was soon interrupted by the invasion of his fingers. They firmly hooked themselves onto each set of teeth - One hand grasped and tightened around the top of his mouth while the other clasped onto his jaw, the smaller and further fingers scratching and clawing at his gums to create even more wounds between the creases of his teeth and their pits. His hands began to pull in their respective directions, slowly opening his mouth wide and wider until the skin between his lips stretched to their maximum ability, to which the hands responded by pulling even harder. I could hear his pained groans grow louder as his skin began to rip and part from their preferred form, strands of flesh and sinew draped across the ever opening tear of his mouth as his hands reached further into his throat, pressing in opposite direction to create something akin to a tunnel for whatever scurried within his stomach.
The sounds of stretching rubbery flesh and crushed bones halted when the opening in his throat reached a full foot in diameter, and the hands finally retracted out, dragging with them a wet, thick and long object with a rounded, orb-like end, all completely covered in a thick and glossy substance that soon dripped off, showing the identity of the item - a head, human-like in shape and size, attached to a longer, scab-and-sinew-cladded neck. The creature's head dripped with a clear pus-like fluid that seeped from the tens of tiny, quivering holes on it's cheeks as they produced little worm-like beings that dropped to the floor with a squeal and squirm before becoming completely still. In place of what would be a mouth was instead a set of stretching and retracting tendons, moving rapidly as if an opening rested behind them, attempting to reveal itself by fruitlessly attempting to rip open it's prison of muscles. In place of a nose was a bare hole, rapidly and furiously sucking in and shooting out air, causing the entire head to shake and shiver from the intensity of the creatures rate of breathing. It's eyes had a deep, black border within it's eyes, surrounding blurry, mist-white pupils. It had no eyelids to shut upon them, leaving them completely wide, round and staring in various directions, both grotesque orbs constantly rotating in opposite directions until one finally found my paralyzed figure and the other one soon joined in it's companions starring, scanning my being vigorously as it's neck slowly slid out of it's fleshy tunnel.
Some of the tiny creatures emerging from it's mouth were fortunate to land on the host of the vile creature, where they nibbled and consumed loose chunks of meat and skin, further opening the path to for the creature where eventually two more objects burst out - skinny, bony and stretched out arms with thin and rigid fingers. The placed themselves at the base of their owner, pushing itself further out until it stood 6 feet taller than the original host, towering over me as my eyes locked with it's own shrinking pupils as it leaned down to approach me. The creature must have thought it was free from it's still-twitching host - it screeched out in what sounded like shock as it fell to the floor, the remainder of the it's body confined to the deflated and pulsating trap of skin that was the man, still alive and aware of the unfathomable creature that continued to escape his body. I could see the eyes of the man still quivering, shaking in panic and disbelief at his painful situation, dilated and leaking with fluids both clear and dark. The creature began to flail and writhe, attempting to shake off it's bindings. The insect-like things were thrown about the room, crashing into the walls and the floor, calling out in a symphony of screams as they all die out immediately upon making contact with the card, cold surface. The creature wailed it's own cry which sounded like a combination of metallic gurgling and the pained yelling of a feral child.
Fear-instilled paralysis released it's grip on my tightened limbs, and what replaced it was a desperate, animalistic desire to escape. A mantra of panicked thoughts scrawled in my brain as I turned around, fight-or-flight instinct power my every step and providing an endless amount pf fuel for my body: Escape and live, escape and live, escape and live. I heard a loud rip echo behind me as I ran from the creature, escaping up the stairs and into the darkened and cold streets. Fear kept me running even further beyond that - I continued to run further, further and further, screaming bloody murder at the top of my lungs, scratching and crawling on the floor whenever I fell in a desperate and pathetic attempt to continue running, until finally my body had given out. I had made it to the train station, miles away from the origin of the vile creature, where the madness that was shown to my eyes finally settled in, like slow needles digging into my brain, finally seeping deep enough to cause feeling. I began to write and recount my entire investigation right there on the bench, rapidly scribbling into my notebook and ripping out filled page after filled page, stuffing them into my pockets and storing them all around me to keep them safe, to ensure that someone would be able to discover what I had seen should I not be able to continue further. I wrote for hours upon hours, letting the sun rise and the common people collect around me, where they stood and gawked in confusion and concern, not understanding what I had seen. I still continue to write, on that very bench and in that very station, despite the gawkers and the talkers, despite the madness and fear degrading my mind, despite the sharp, loud and painful cracking in my fingers.