Bleach Fan Fiction. Own story.
The soul, Many don’t believe in it in the modern days, however there are some who claim to be able to commune with the dead, and much of them are lying however there are a few, a very small number of people who are actually able to see them.
One such person in a small town in the west country of England is one of the very few people able to see them.
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Chapter One: The Untimely Death of Desmond Lock.
Desmond had just been having an amazing time with the millions of pounds that he had at his disposal when he heard his name being called from above. He opened his eyes and the call of his name seemed to be ear splittingly loud. He was looking down and saw the desk where he was evidently sitting at. As it transpired he did not have millions of pounds at his disposal. But he could still hear his name being called, actually it was difficult to not to hear it as once again he had fallen asleep in another one of his collage lectures.
“Desmond!!! Desmond!!! DESMOND!?!” He looked up to see the face of his collage tutor inches from his own. “ Will there ever be a day when you don’t fall asleep in a lesson?”
It was a few seconds before he answered the question “Urmm. Maybe, you never know sir I could one day find this lesson interesting.” Desmond said without realizing what he had said, Though he had, had the massive tutor shouting in to his ear when he was still half asleep.
The face of the strangely muscular math teacher contorted in rage and started to turn red, as if he was sunburned, though this made Desmond laugh. The tutors face now started to turn to a light purple like he was holding his breath. However it seemed that he was trying to contain himself, then without any warning he exploded like a balloon. “GET OUT…OUT. This is your second try at passing math and you will never do it.!!!!
Desmond had to agree, he felt like he was some kind of retard at math. However he had really pushed the boat out this time. He gathered his things and simply walked out of the room. What he had not noticed until he was closing the door behind him was that the rest of the class were barely containing themselves, most of them were as red in the face as the tutor. They had all been looking forward to what would happen to him once he fell asleep in another double math lesson. They all looked forward to math because of this.
Desmond walked up to the roof of the collage building. This was his favorite place to hang out during his free periods in collage. It was a wonder he ever got in to collage, he sucked at academics. Yet he was forced in to re-sitting his math exam whist studying things like sociology and psychology. He only took those lessons because he knew the people in those lessons.
Math was actually the last lesson of the day but he knew that he would not be allowed home early. Well not so much not allowed but his weird father would be angry that he was not in his maths lesson.
Desmond got to his favorite hang out and saw his reflection in the pain of glass on the door on the way. In most respects he considered himself normal looking however his hair was unnaturally messy, it looked like some kind of manga style haircut. Everyone thought that he spend a lot of time on his hair, however in truth he just woke up looking like this. Other that his abnormally messy hair he was normal looking, perhaps a little taller than the average height for a seventeen year old but still normal. He had dark brown hair that looked black in most lights, he was also skinny with a little muscle. He was also abnormally pale, however he considered this normal as he hardly left the house unless it was dark and only when he had to. Meaning that his attendance in collage was also pretty poor.
It was not that he was stupid he just did not like school or collage. Admittedly he was stupid at maths but he was just average at everything else. But it was not like he ever actually tried in school.
As he was on the roof sitting on the floor with his eyes closed thinking about all of this he heard another voice directly behind him. “Go away, will you”. He said to no one, for there was no one behind him. The wall that he was leaning his back on was the wall that surrounded the perimeter of the roof, and anything above it would be floating five stories above the ground.
This took a few moments to sink in, and just as it did he felt a cold chill around his midsection, that felt unnaturally cold like only that part of him was submerged in freezing water. He opened his eyes and looked down to see the pearly white face of a ghost. Again, taking a few seconds for this to sink in, not believing what he was seeing. He jumped up and ran to the other side of the roof, when he reached the other side and turned around he saw the same face atop of an really short ghost body wearing the funniest clothes he had ever seen. He appeared to be some kind of clown. “Who the hell are you?!?” asked Desmond dying to laugh.
The ghost began to laugh clearly enjoying the reaction he was getting. He had evidently mistaken Desmond’s containment of laughter to be fear. And began to use an ominous sounding voice to say “I am the ghost of a great magician.”
Desmond seeing the ghost taking on a serious look and using a voice that did not suit his stupid cloths began to howl with laughter, almost buckling from the lack of breath.
“This is not funny boy, I am dead.” Said the ghost using his normal voice which turned out to be slightly squeaky.
Desmond who was starting to calm down began anew with the laughing, this time actually sliding down the wall that he had his back on. When he had finally calmed down the ghost had folded his arms and had assumed the look of someone very annoyed. “I’m sorry, I really am, but you do know you look utterly ridiculous , right?” said Desmond coming back to normality.
“Ridiculous, you say.” said the ghost looking himself over. “I see what you mean but you could of at least pretended to be scared. And to answer your question from before my name is Harold the travelling magician.”
“Dude seriously you need to get a better look. Oh wait… your dead” said Desmond. Seeing that his expression was not any better, he continued with “Well my name is Desmond, just call me Dez though, I am not a massive fan of my name. Anyway how come your here aren’t you supposed to move on or something.”
Harold the ghost looked a little confused but Desmond could tell exactly what he was thinking. The tone of the conversation with this ghost had gone from light hearted to cold and sad within an instant. “The truth is that I have been dead from some time. I don’t know what is supposed to happen but this chain thing on my chest gets shorter with every passing day.” Harold had indicated a weird chain that seemed to be coming from his chest, it only had a few links left until it would recede in to his chest.
“What happens when it all goes away?” asked Desmond genuinely concerned for the spirit of a magician Desmond always thought that a spirit just went on.
Harold the ghost simply looked worried “I don’t know, but everyday I feel like I am slipping away from myself, everyday I forget more about myself. Truth be told I don’t even remember if I had any family, all I know is that I got ran over and died in hospital hours later. The look in Harold’s eyes became vague and he simply drifted away.
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Later that night when Desmond got home he went straight to his room, all he could think about was that spirit. Wondering how long he had been dead for and wondering what happened to a spirit once the chain goes all the way down. Desmond had been able to see ghosts all of his life but he had never really paid any attention to the chain that came from their chest. They were usually different lengths but all of them were allot longer that the one that he had seen today.
“SURPRISE!!!” his father had come running at him and had dived in to a flying hug. His father was around forty years old and had a huge beard that he loved to shove in to his and his brothers face to annoy them. “Its your birthday tomorrow kiddo… I brought you a gift” the last five words he sang as he embraced his son in a fatherly hug. Admittedly this was a little weird.
Getting up and getting of the bed his father slid down, Desmond’s father ended up being dragged on the floor as he managed to release one of his feet to allow himself to walk. “Like you said my birthday is not until tomorrow Dad.” said Desmond.
“yes but I want to give you a present now…Please?” said his father with dewy eyes and a pleading look on his face. It was true that he was indeed a strange father. His father was actually a really respectable person, he owned a rather large shop selling everything from televisions to mashed peas. He was well liked in the local community for working with young people in his spare time. But this did not stop him being the most strange person he had ever met.
Desmond stopped as he got to his bedroom door and looked down. His father was pretending to cry as he clung on to Desmond’s leg “you are aware that you are not normal right? Said Desmond looking down.
His father looked up at once with what looked like an evil smile on his face. He grabbed Desmond’s other leg and pulled him to the floor. And held him down saying “Who wants normal when you can have fun”?
Now on the floor with an aching back from falling to the floor Desmond had to wonder what it was like to have a normal father, but in all honesty he would never want to replace his father. Desmond shifted one of his fathers hands so that one side of him fell to the side and took advantage of the moment to get the strategic vantage point. “Your getting old dad… Ok you can give me the gift now if you really want.”
Once again Desmond’s father began to fake cry. “ I am not old, I am just letting you win.” He said going limp. Desmond got up then and so did the ever strange father. “OK, hand on a sec” his dad said as he rummaged in one of his many pockets only to pull out a small Polaroid picture and an envelope.
“What are they? Asked Desmond sceptical.
His father suddenly looked serious. “ This would be what your mother left you before she died.” he handed them over to Desmond and left the room saying quietly, happy birthday kiddo.
The Polaroid picture was one of him and his mother. In the picture Desmond was only around seven years old. He sat on the bed and carefully put the picture in his top desk draw next to his bed after looking at it for a short while. He then opened the envelope and took out a sheet of paper and began to read.
To my dear, Desmond
If you are reading this then you must be about to become a man, sorry I could not be there to see you grow up in to the great man I know you are going to be. But you must know that I will always be proud of you. And I will always love you. I know you probably aren’t doing to great in school or collage right now, I remember you always hated doing your homework and studying even when you were a little boy. But I just want you to know that no matter who you will become and how bad of a hand life gives you I will always be watching over you, willing you to go on.
I know this is a short letter but I hope to make you feel that I never wanted to leave you. And I wish I could have been there. Just remember to lift your eyes up every now and again and think of me, because I will always be thinking of you.
With love
Your mummy.
xxx
xx
x
Desmond finished reading the short letter, there were warm salty tears trickling down his face that he had not noticed that were there until he could taste the salt in his mouth, as the tears made their way to the edge of his lips. He remembered the last time he was ever with his mother. She was lying on a hospital bed and there were tears running down her face much like they were running down his face now. She was thin and frail. Her body had been ravaged by the chemo therapy they were using as a last ditch attempt to cure her cancer. The reason they had not stopped treatment sooner was because her cancer was so aggressive that she only had cancer for around two weeks from start to end of it being there. It was a medical wonder she lasted even two weeks, the doctors had never seen anything like it.
Desmond put the letter back in its envelope and then put the picture in there for safe keeping.
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A few days passed and Desmond had been thrown out of two more maths classes despite his trying to stay awake through simple equations and fractions. He was once again atop of the building sitting against the wall of his favourite place to hang around outside of lessons. However this was not just his place to hang out. He was amongst some of his friends who so happened to have some free time on their hands. The memory of his ghost friend Harold lingered in his memory, wondering how he himself was going to die. He never wanted to be ran over. But he could not really think of a comfortable way to die, This was not something he often if ever thought about but at least it was distracting from the normal everyday drivel that poured from his friends mouths. ‘does my hair look good, I need a girlfriend, I need a boyfriend, god I am hungry.’
Its not that Desmond did not like his friends it was just that this everyday talk seemed to go on and on like there was no end to subjects they had talked about a million times. He instead started to think of some of the cute girls in his classes, rather hypocritically. A slightly perverted dazed look came on to his face as he looked in to the sky wondering what they were wearing underneath the skinny jeans that were in fashion for girls right now. Desmond was after all a single now eighteen year old boy.
“Desmond…Desmond!!! For god sakes Desmond wake up will you? It was his best friend Joshua Jones. Desmond had known him since they were small. He was definitely the smarter of the two academically but otherwise he was as dim as Desmond himself. He had next to no common sense but in the classroom he was a geniuses. Desmond woke from his slightly perverted daydream. “ Oh good your alive then are you”
Desmond looked at him and said wittily “ no I am brain dead hence why I am talking to you, dip-s**t.”
“Well we were wondering if you had heard anything about the random attacks and destruction of the town? Apparently this whole building got brought down, turned to rubble. And someone was actually killed there.”
This was the first that Desmond was hearing of this, he never read the local paper so he did not exactly know the most recent news on anything. His father could win the lottery and he would be the last to know. “ No actually I had no idea any of that was going on. Do the police have any ideas? I mean if buildings are getting destroyed then there must be some kind of evidence to go on right, you’re the expert captain forensic science.” Joshua studied a collage course on forensic science.
“Well that’s the thing the reports in the news paper seem to think that it was either done by a large vehicle or animal, but lets be honest we don’t exactly have either of those here, we practically live in the middle of nowhere in England, its not like we have elephants stroll up the garden path every now and again. And to cause that destruction there would have to be some colossally sized vehicles in the area, and I really don’t think there is. I am no expert but I think that they are keeping some information away from the public. But the most weird thing in the news recently is that people from the edge of our little town have gone missing. Apparently it all started around three or four days ago…” Joshua continued to talk about this for quite some time afterwards even on the way home. Desmond did not really have any interest in this, for all he knew it could simply be a derelict building or it could simply of been that it was damaged by the rain recently.
What actually concerned Desmond was the fact that people were going missing. Joshua’s house was the first on the way home so he had a little time to day dream, and think about the things that he was hearing. On his way home he had to walk past an old part of the town that mainly consisted of small shops and old houses, most were empty. But these were not the things that caught his eye. On the roof of one of the shops that so happened to be flat, he saw two figures that were silhouetted against the descending sun. He thought he was simply imagining them because when he did a double take looking back to where the shadows had been they had gone.
Desmond himself lived close to the outsides of the small town but thankfully the things that were going on seemed to be happening on the other side of town. So he was fine walking home by himself. Besides he was not entirely sure if he believed everything he had been told about people going missing, it was quite possible that they were going on holiday, summer vacation was coming up and people often left this time of year to get a cheap holiday.
He got home and found his strange father in the kitchen along with his younger brother. His brother was allot like Desmond but generally took on allot of their fathers traits. For example he loved to launch himself at people like his father did. Desmond often wondered what he was like in school, because of all his fathers traits Desmond himself definitely got his bad grades from him. But his younger brother though just as strange as their father was a weird one.
He sat down, His father had evidently made them both dinner, not something he often did but at least he was a half descent cook. Dad turned around and Desmond burst out laughing as he saw his father not only wearing a bright pink apron but a net on his beard. It was the oddest thing he had ever seen his father doing, with exception to wearing a giant banana costume to promote his shop.
“Don’t laugh kid hygiene is very important, especially for the things that you have to eat, I will have you know that there is not one hair in this.” Dad said as he handed them Raman. Traditionally a Japanese dish that he loved to cook for them when he actually cooked. Desmond often thought that it was actually the only thing he could actually cook from scratch.
“Thanks dad” Said Desmond simply. He then looked to his brother again and noticed that he had changed his look recently. He had apparently gone full Goth, he was wearing all black cloths and his hair was spiked up in a weird emo sort of way. “What’s up with the new look?” he asked his younger brother Charlie.
Charlie looked up with a full mouth of hot Raman and spoke with a full mouth. “jusfan cied a cange”
“What, I did not understand a word of that.” Desmond never understood how the boy could speak with a mouthful of boiling food, it was like he had an asbestos mouth.
Charlie swallowed his mouthful and said before cramming his mouth full again “Just fancied the change. Besides men’s clothes nowadays look kind of stupid.” and just like that his mouth was once more full of lava hot noodles.
Desmond using a spoon to taste the soup the noodles were in, burnt his tongue with the heat of the liquid on his tongue. But after that he decided to ask his father his opinion on what he had heard.
He recanted the story to his father both about the building and the disappearances, but his father like him did not keep up much with the everyday news, other than that what concerned his shop. However he had overheard from the customers in the shop the same sorts of things. “Honestly Desmond that is what everybody has been talking about, not the fact that I am offering massive discounts to those who are regular customers in my shop… it’s a little depressing.” he then launched over the table to Charlie and embraced him in one of the fatherly hugs that everyone could use without, except Charlie had started mock crying like his father and they both started to console each other about the shops discounts and nobody caring, it was the weirdest thing he had ever seen. A Goth boy and a man in a pink apron hugging and crying about discounts. He sometimes wondered if he was actually related to these people.
A few minuets later they finished this weird display of father son love and continued to eat, by this time Desmond had finished his dinner and was heading upstairs. When he got to his room he sat on his windowsill which was above his bed. He pulled a bottle of rum from down the side of his bed that he had gotten for his birthday and a small tumble glass. He poured himself a small drink and sat with the window open so that a cool night breeze played across his face rustling the curtains a little. He was closing his eyes when he saw two silhouettes in the distance again atop of a roof, however he had just closed his eyes to blink. He opened his eyes and once again they were gone. He finished his drink and closed the window. The same thoughts ran though his head as last time, was he seeing things? He had never seen something like this before besides ghosts and they would be next to impossible to see in the night, especially a night as dark as it was tonight. It must have been his eyes playing tricks on him.
He would of usually gone on his computer for the rest of the night but he was slightly tired and seeing the same thing twice over made him think that perhaps he was not getting enough sleep. Well at least he could sleep in. It was the weekend starting tomorrow and he had plans of sleeping all day, and going out in the late afternoon.
He did not sleep well that night, sounds of screams penetrated his dream from afar. He did not know if they were real screams of if they were simply a manifestation of his imagination while he slept. He did not remember his dream with exception to the screams, he remembered them having a sort of ethereal quality to them, otherworldly and terrifying.
He sat in the kitchen for his afternoon breakfast of a bacon sandwich. He demolished the sandwich that his brother had so kindly left for him before going to get dressed. It felt like a change to have slept for so long though not actually getting any benefit from the sleep. However he had made with plans with Joshua on his way home from school yesterday. They were all going to go to the local cinema and watch some gory horror film that no doubt involved vampires and werewolves.
First however he went to Joshua’s house to hang around for a while. It was only a five minuet walk to his house from Desmond’s and right now Desmond could use with the walk to wake him up a little. All they way there a weird Kind of pressure hung over the town, or perhaps it was just Desmond and his being tired that made everything seem allot heavier.
He got to Joshua’s much to his surprise. Joshua was actually surprised to see him there. “Dude seriously I left you a message on Facebook last night.”
“I kind of went to bed early last night” Said Desmond still yawning from his exhaustion.
“Have you not heard what’s been going on?
Desmond looked at him quizzing “ No why, tell me I know you want to.”
“Dude seriously this is bad, the police have found four more dead bodies and another building collapsed last night. Well they found them this morning but none the less, you should not be out and about.”
Desmond froze for a few seconds and then unfroze rationalizing everything in his head. “ But I thought all of that was happening around the other side of town”.
Joshua cut him off before he could say anything else, “ No all four people and the building are just a few streets over from your place. Have you not noticed that this place looks like a freaking ghost town.”
Desmond had to smile at the expression Joshua used but the smile faded as fast as it had appeared. “ Ah, I see.” was all he could say. Perhaps if he had stayed awake, he need not of risked his life going to his best friends house. “Well from what I gather these things seem to be happening after dark, so I should be fine for a few hours.”
Desmond and Joshua spent the hours together playing games on his games console but Desmond had to leave well before it got dark.
He got home safely but the strange pressure he had felt that morning seemed to have grown more intense. Like he was carrying weights in a bag, it seemed to pull him down a little, yet he could walk just fine. It was like he could feel it, and his body wanted to bend to its will but did not. He could feel it but was not affected by its presence.
Once again he got home in time for dinner. This time Charlie was cooking. Today he was wearing normal cloths evidently he had not been out of the house. But as he walked in to the kitchen both Charlie and dad launched themselves at Desmond. Both mock crying saying in unison “We Were so worried about you”
“Seriously guys I am fine.” He managed to wheedle his body free but now each had a leg and he dragged them over to the table where he sat in his chair. “Must you attack me every time I come in to the house.”
His father looked up at him and released him so that only the non Goth version of Charlie still in his pajamas still had hold of one of his legs. “That’s not fair, I do not attack you, and I did not yesterday. But seriously your not to leave the house after dark or without me knowing prior to you leaving, something is going on and I don’t want you involved in it.” This was possible the most serious, he had ever seen his father, perhaps since his mothers funeral, or that one time he had to trim his beard.
Desmond looked at him for a moment and then said “Fine, whatever. I don’t mind staying in, today’s plans got ruined anyway, everyone chickened out about going to the cinema. And by the looks of things I would say the whole town are doing the same thing.” Desmond did not mean to sound sarcastic when he said this but it was a little annoying for him. But he honestly did not mind staying in.
The weekend passed with no more incident and people had returned to the streets but it was a common consensus to close the school and collage. Seeing as it had been one of the buildings to have been destroyed on the Friday night. This left Desmond with more time that he did not necessarily want. Sure he slaked off in his lessons but at least he was away from the house, and had different people to talk to, not to mention the girls he liked to look at when they were not looking. And he once again slipped in to a small coma of thought about girls underwear. Only for his thoughts to be interrupted by the memory of the screams he had heard in his dreams. He was now hearing them every night, and he thought that they were starting to sound more distinct, more loud and clear with every passing night.
Desmond had now taken to sitting at his windowsill every night to try and catch a glimpse of the shadowed figures that he had now seen twice. Hoping to discern what they were and not some hallucination that he was suffering from. However the fact that he had seen them only twice in his life led him to believe that they were not.
The pressure that he had felt hanging over him on the way to Joshua’s seemed to have gone for a short time, but today it returned with a vengeance. Whereas before he felt it but it did not affect him, today it seemed to make Desmond lethargic and tired. It made breathing slightly harder and made it slightly harder to move. And though people were once again moving around the town freely, it seemed that everyone had been affected buy this pressure.
As well as the feeling of a physical pressure that simply could not exist, there seemed to be a feeling of despair on the air. Desmond could feel it as people came in to the shop that his father owned. Desmond usually helped around the shop on holidays but seeing as the collage had been destroyed Desmond had some extra time to help out. At least helping in the shop would earn him some extra money. Which for an eighteen year old boy is always a good thing.
However as Desmond worked on stacking the empty shelves with an assortment of biscuits he felt himself working allot more slowly and could not shake a desperate depressing feeling that had latched on to him. The time he spent working in the shop seemed to drag and drag, as he saw familiar people come in to the shop and browse the shops inventory, and buy simple things like eggs and milk. Again and again he heard people talking about more dead bodies found not five minuets walk from the shop, and house that he lived in.
That night as Desmond went to bed early from feeling so drain form doing so little, he could not shake a more serious feeling within himself, as if time was running low on something. Eventually he managed to get to sleep but it was not an easy one as once again the sound of ethereal screaming permeated his restless sleep. And a weight lingered on his sleeping body and mind.
In his sleep he could see the shadowed figures running and jumping from rooftop to rooftop and screaming that seemed to be almost defining, it was so loud it could of roused him.
* * *
The next morning, the weight and despair that lingered within him seemed to had vanished from himself and everyone he met that day. His abnormal father and sibling were back to their normal selves and had once again felt the need to attack Desmond “For god’s sake would you two please get a hold of yourselves” said Desmond rubbing his eyes as he lay in bed with his father and brother sprawled over Desmond like a sleeping cat. This time they were fake crying because Desmond had not woken up early and come down for breakfast.
“ But we were so worried about you Des” shouted Charlie his younger brother as he held on tighter and began to laugh instead of pretend crying.
Then his father began to laugh hysterically too. When he finally stopped this erratic laughing and managed to speak he said “ We need you today kiddo, The shop is waiting for you.”
“Really your waking me up so I can help you in the shop? You have got to be kidding right, I was working in there yesterday, you literally have no chance of getting me to work today.” said Desmond finally returning from being half asleep. “ right now I am going to get up, have a shower and then breakfast and then I am going to out. I need some air.”
Desmond’s father at once became rigid and his face become more stern that he had ever seen it. “ you are not going out. There are more and more things happening around this place every night, and I will not have you wandering around by yourself.”
“That’s right dude, do you really want to go risking your weak excuse for a life for a wander in the streets.” said Charlie allot more nonchalantly than perhaps he had intended. Or at least that is what it sounded like to Desmond.
Desmond At once felt the depressing desperation return to him, as if he had temporally forgotten the feeling. And said after a short time “Fine I will help in the shop today as well.” After that his father and brother left him to get ready after more latching on tighter and exclaiming their undying family love for him, to which he sighed at and with a struggle climbed out of bed dragging them both to the door where they left him to go have a shower and get ready.
The shop was open late tonight. It was just one of the days it stayed open late. And Desmond stayed on all day working on the stock and on the till handling the money. That feeling of time running out grew stronger as the day went on and as the day progressed in to the evening and then in to the night he felt like the feeling of pressure returned also, making lethargic and slow feeling.
Desmond was sitting at the till resting his head in his hand and doing a word search in a newspaper, the only part of it he ever used, when the sound of an ethereal scream rand in his ears. It was so loud he could feel it, like it was loud music blasting from speakers. Time seemed to freeze for a moment at the sound of a drawn out screech drowned out by the sudden smashing of smashing glass.
Desmond stood up and saw before him something he could not even imagine existing. It was a monster, but none that he had ever seen in a film. His mind was going in to over drive. He had gone to run but he was to late, the thing had stretched out a pale arm, as thick as a tree trunk. It hit him in the stomach and knocked the air from his lungs with the force of it. Desmond managed to look up and see the monster better because it was so close. It was had white skin, not just pale but white like paper. Desmond looked in to what represented its face and saw a mask was covering its true face. It was also white but it was strange looking. It had four eyes and when it opened its mouth the mask also moved and two mouths could be seen.
As it opened its mouth for Desmond to see its second mouth it eyes grew brighter and it let out the horrible ethereal scream. Desmond realizing this thing was going to kill him could not help but to notice insignificant things such as the fact the scream seemed to actually be the scream of this creature and a human combined, it was singularly the most horrible thing he had ever heard.
This creature then reached out one of its four arms that Desmond could see and grabbed at Desmond. Lifting him from the ground and crushing his body at the same time. He felt his ribs cracking and screamed himself, but this scream was more horrible than the scream that the monster had, it was drawn out and in pain. Desmond never knew he had such a loud voice. But one thing ran through his head. This one thing was that his family would not come running to him, would not risk themselves fighting such a monster, it would be frivolous to even attempt to rescue him at this point.
As if the creature had read its mind it spoke for the first time. “Your family… they tasted exceptional, well their souls did anyway.” its voice was deep and again it sounded like the voice of two beings who talked with different voices but at the same time. But instead of noticing this Desmond screamed out again in both pain and anguish. He truly believed that his family had been killed how could he not believe this thing had come to get him as well. What would be the point in hoping his family got away. “ I have been looking for you, you smell wonderful, your soul will be the best thing I have ever tasted. I will rip it out of you like I did your family.”
Desmond fell limp in its hand, as it was still elevating him in its hand. Desmond at this point had given up all hope, he knew he was going to die and he knew his family were dead so he had nothing to go back to. “Kill me then. Do it now!” Desmond shouted. And at once the monster replied with its cold deep voice that held only two things, glee and malice.
“ I am going to kill you, but I will kill you slowly so that I can enjoy the smell of your blood as the scent lingers in the air.” the monster then raised him closer to the mask. Desmond could see it so clearly he could tell that the mask was a part of him and that it seemed to be made of a bone like substance, but this was all useless information now. Just as that thought crossed his mind, the thought that this is the end of his less than impressive life: the monster turned Desmond and drew him closer still to his mask face. It was slow but to Desmond his mind was going so fast as thoughts of fear and pain crossed his mind. After what felt like hours, maybe even years of being drawn slowly to the face of this creature, it opened it mouth and took a colossal bite from Desmond. The teeth that were on the mask face itself sank in to Desmond without effort. Desmond looked down and saw the blood spurt from his solder and he screamed a scream he never even thought he was capable of. The pain he felt was the worst pain he had ever had to endure, but the bite did not go all of the way. Instead of making a clean bite he stopped closing his mouth with his teeth still dug deep in his left arm. The monster then quickly pulled Desmond away from the mask, ripping the flesh on the arm as more and more blood poured and spurted out of his arm. Within a matter of milliseconds he had lost his arm completely.
Light-headedness began to seep in to Desmond’s body like a drug. Desmond’s eyes began to close and he began to slip in to unconsciousness. Just as he was about to drop in to an eternal sleep a scream awoke him. This was the same ethereal scream he had been hearing in his sleep but it was so real. Desmond opened his eyes to see the monster now flailing around. Two people wearing long black cloths were standing just below Desmond with swords drawn, they were talking to this beast. But Desmond could not hear them.
Desmond blinked and one of them had disappeared, the next thing Desmond knew he was being flung like a doll, through the air. Once again he felt the pain in his arm but it was now joined from the pain in the rest of his body. He had been thrown in to the very shelves that he had stacked not hours before. His back burst in to pain as well as his head and Desmond let out one final scream before went quiet and began to once again fall in to an eternal sleep. The last thing he saw was the beast disappearing as if it were ash in the wind, and the two people walking toward him, they obviously thought he was already dead.
Desmond managed to get one word out before he slipped in to a sleep he would never come back from. One word before a cold so permanent, permeated his very heart. Desmond said this word in a quiet gargling rasp as blood began to seep from his mouth as well as his arm head back and body.
“L…lo…love”
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