As suggested - I have posted my old Halloween contest entry here...

I think this is the unfinished version, regardless I hope you enjoy it.

Infernal Automaton

I awake here, find myself and nothing more, darkness has fallen over me – and though I battle to bring myself to a mobile state - my very body... otiose. My limbs have ceased to function, my body feels bleak and numb - paralytic.

My lungs continue to function, though not through my own exertions – I fear they may discontinue their autonomous movements soon enough. I desperately hunt for a sensation of some kind, a scent, a sound, a sight, a taste - anything to focus my mind on other matters... At last! A faint spirit flirts with my nostrils, growing ever more potent with every second of further exploration; a dark, pungent, metallic odour - whipping it's way through my nose and past my vulnerable tongue. A scent so strong, so vivid – I could almost taste it... As if Terpsichore herself was dancing a dance of elysian intensity along my naked pallet.

For a moment – unparalleled, purest euphoria, the heavens themselves envied my insurmountable felicity all for just a moment, suspended in time, before, almost as quickly as it came – it disappeared – leaving a hole filled with seemingly everlasting disappointment. Disgorgement replaced peace – I could hear myself choking on my own horrific bile – unable to halt my actions, nor put any in place in which to save me.

Although I was sure my life was coming to an end, I could not think past that one instant of true happiness – if my heart would cease to beat, and if I (as a consequence) ceased to be - only seconds beforehand, I could have perished knowing I would never felt more riant.

Though suddenly, as if from nowhere at all - a hand. I am unsure how to react to this new presence, but unable to respond at all - leaving me with very little option but to bow to it's will.

The hand glides over my body, bringing new life and feeling to everywhere it visited – and although I had dearly hoped for the numbness in my form to vanish, soon after consciousness came back to my frame – as did immeasurable pain.

My structure feels weak, and is all the same immobile... Tears run down my cheeks – fiery brine, like hot coals, raging over my tender flesh.

How have I come here? I do not remember... I only recall... No – nothing.

I hear a voice, but they are so very obscured – I cannot make out what they are uttering, I believe they are speaking English – but cannot be certain. Somehow – my mentality itself feels weary.

After what seams to be a millennia, I awake to a language I can vaguely interpret.

“Ahhh! I see you have awoken – don't be shy, become outspoken!” I heard a voice proclaim, loud and vivid – echoing somewhere to the left of me, “Don't hide away, open your eyes and embrace the new day!” I heard the same voice bellow – this time directly and rather intrusively into my right ear.

I must still be in a state of nausea... This person is moving erratically around the room and speaking in rhyme... No doubt this is some strange illusion – perhaps a sort of nepenthe to distract me from more sinister undergoings.

“To the darkness, say your goodbyes – I believe now it's time to open your eyes.” I hear vocalized echoing to the left of me... I think it best to obey the voices, but feel far too feeble to do anything about it, so instead lie here trying my best to ignore them.

Abruptly, I feel an intense, penetrative encroachment on my already delicate body. I writhe within my own mind – begging the pain to cease... Fervent liquid rushes through my veins, I can hear my own heart racing as if it were being forcibly inserted into my ear canal. Flashes of red and white invade my line of sight, which until now appeared as if an sessile obsidian plate had forever merged itself to my vision.

After some time of immeasurable agony, I open my eyes unto two smiling faces, cheeks pushed together – their eyes fixed on me and me alone.

“Greatest salutations, on this wondrous début! Welcome to the world - #572.” the two exclaim in unison – as though unrehearsed.

It is only now that my eyes truly focus... and so now I do notice – the two men stood before me are completely identical, both completely void of hair, their mouths having the same ghoulish tilt either way as they smile, the bridges of their noses as elongated and narrow as each other, their eyes... their eyes – both having a deep, morbid.... almost cat-like quality to them and as Chartreuse as the moon's ghastly glow.

My body came into swift motion, the deep penetrative quality of their flax peepers ripping through me like the sharpest of blades. Although largely apathetic to my situation beforehand, I sit here now shaking violently with no ultimate control over my actions once more – though if in the right frame of mind I'm sure I could sit sedately – I feel dread pouring over my aching, ravaged body with the omniscience of a thousand horrific scenes, a thousand rapes, a thousand tortures – gushing over my every sensation.

“That won't do at all will it? We won't stop, 'till you submit.” my right hand tormentor calmly states above my shaking form as he pulled out a large syringe of thick, yellow fluid.

A small p***k, I feel...One moment of pain – and now... Euphoria again – the same blissful feeling I felt in the beginning... I forget what I was worrying about – though I'm sure there are good grounds for keeping me strapped down in this hard, splintering chair.

I awake once more, again – darkness before me, a dim light shines over my body... it is not a pleasant sight to behold. My flesh has been torn asunder by the stiff leather straps around my wrists and torso – dried blood covering the majority of myself. My skin – a pale, sickly, yellow tint... I feel fortunate I cannot behold the rest of this... corpse.

As quick as a flash, the entire room is illuminated – I see the two figures stood before a torn scarlet curtain, tall and slim – these two look themselves nearer death... malnourished. I see markings on their chest - “#495” and “#466” - scarred into rotten flesh.

“So nice of you to join us, but... I digress.” my left-hand cadaver hushed.

“Yes, for we must present another. All welcome to the world – our new brother!”

The curtains fall to the ground, revealing adjacent to myself dozens of identical rotten kin, smiling upon me with the largest, tilted grins. Their screams – deafening, they rhythmically pound the ground with gusto, their eyes blazing with deepest enthusiasm.

I see my purpose now so clearly, I say that deeply – sincerely.
For now I know I must succumb, what I once feared most – I have become.