Specimen A heard the bang of the door in the distance. He wondered, all of the meat is in my stomach, all of the parts of the Beast quelled, so where could the sound be coming from? The loud noise completely caught him off guard. The suddenness of it frightening him, his tiny amygdala throbbed, flooding his body with adrenaline. Fight or flight? Specimen A wondered gleefully, it had been a while since something had frightened him in the slightest.
Fear, such a powerful emotion, capable of granting strength, taking it away, crippling, violent, painful, TITILLATING FEAR! This useless population of God fearing human sheep, THERE WAS NO GOD, I AM GOD! God is nothing but the creation of our fear, we only create deities to fear them, we create monsters to fear them, but no need, we are the monsters, and WHOEVER JUST OPENED THAT DOOR WOULD FEAR THE MONSTER, FEAR THE BEAST.
Specimen A chuckled, The Beast can recognize its own. The Beast feeds not on flesh, but on fear, like all monsters. Fear is powerful, fear is dangerous, fear is the embodiment of everything and nothing. Specimen A clutched his head in pain, every time the voice split inside him, he would wince, pain, pain drove fear, he was only a part, he was not a Hunter, he was the hunted, no longer though, no longer would he backseat drive his own life, he forced the split voice shut and took off, feeding off his adrenaline. Adenosine Triphosphate? ATP, driving energy, he required it, he needed more energy, but there wasn’t any food, or was there?
He ran towards the deafening sound, whoever broke open the door was doing him a favor and kicking walls, the deafening sound of rubber on metal and the crack of drywall was a beacon, beckoning him. Specimen A tossed away the arm he was gnawing on, it wasn’t flavored with The Beast, there was a greater source of food near.
Specimen A tripped on a gurney that was near, he stumbled, his leg bleeding. He had torn the blue scrubs that had previously been covering his legs; Specimen A stopped, he stared at his bleeding leg. What was it he felt? Pain? No, there was no way, pain wasn’t anywhere on my body, pain only resides in my head, Specimen A winced, the blood looked appetizing, he lapped up a little of it, the wonderful coppery taste melding with the saltiness and there was a hint of something more, something he hadn’t tasted in a while, the flavor of The Beast made its way down his throat, his stomach grumbled, he wanted more.
Carl’s ears perked up, he listened after all his crashing and banging, he had violently fought his straitjacket and had thrown it off. Huh, he smiled, if they really wanted to stop crazy people, they should make those things more difficult to escape from. Now, though, there was a more pressing matter, after his tirade he heard the soft noise of a door opening in the distance, there must be more people in this horrible area, Carl smelled the area around him, there was still the violently overpowering smell of the sterile landscape, ethanol and blood, the drunken combination of the collision of two worlds. There was a hint of something else, Carl’s eyes widened, it was a smell he was quite, quite acquainted with, death. Carl smelled death, that could only mean one thing.
Check back soon for Part 4…