Chapter 21: Light in the Darkness (2)
I no longer see the blue light, only the grotesque scene before me. He sticks his green tongue into my arm. His face transforms into an unknown one. Eyes fall out, teeth fall onto my forearm. Hair slides down his suit. His face drenched in my blood, green liquid oozing from the hollows of his eyes.
"So good," he says indistinctly as he gulps down my blood like morning juice. My breath rises, then flattens. My vision becomes blurry. I see my own arm two or three times. The Green creature moves back and forth. My ears hiss, the external noises, the gulping becoming more distant.
Cold sweat overcomes me, my hands and feet freeze as if I’m holding them in ice. My whole body trembles. I no longer feel his hand on my stomach.
I try to rise—but I’m too weak.
My blood, warm and heavy, spurts from my wounds... into its mouth. My flickering eyelids fall every few seconds, smothering my sight. It feels like I’m staring through a tunnel. The red world around me fades with every shallow breath I take. I groan, and in my next breath, the crimson dims into something pastel pink. The blue light above glimmers—half-bold, half-timid—casting itself into my eyes.
Is this God?
No... it isn’t.
“Is it already time?”
The voice reaches me, distorted and murky, like it’s being warped underwater. Then—sweetness. I taste more blood, but not my own. It’s thick, sweet, like honey. Iron-rich, yes... but delicious in a way that disturbs me.
My fading breath ignites like a spark turned flame. I feel my fingertips—tingling, alive. My sweat turns warm, and my eyes snap open. Droplets form, then pour, like water from a barely opened faucet. I swallow. I swallow the sweet aroma like it’s salvation. My head jolts up. My mouth—wide open—reaches for more of that nectar.
I feel the pulse in my toes. My jaw cracks. My upper arm burns—no, blazes. My fists feel as if they’re submerged in fire... but without pain. I can bear the heat.