I have to get out.

Angel!

Angel!

The ringing stops.

This creature, this orgasmic being, slogs its veinous body against our hut’s tattered walls; a trail of cloudy filth follows its path. There is an engorged tail attached to the creature’s neck, squirming around an open wound down the animal’s belly. What propels itself from this awful gash, is a mesh of vein and gut embodying most of the creature’s humanoid self.

My angel is unresponsive.

I cannot feel her in me.

Something is squirming at the base of my neck. I move my uninhibited hand towards my nape. A formless thing moves through my fingers, underneath the layer of skin there. It is a jagged thing, feathery and soft, like an embryonic bird. I grab at it. It squirms mercilessly.

An awful stench fills my nostrils. A mixture of raw egg and boiled guts.

I hold it in place.

It will not escape me.

I feel a slight breath of air on my sweat-beaded forehead. The tip of my hat tilts up. The creature’s swollen snake-head is on me. My sunhat is swept off.

Its forked tongue taps at the sweat beads on my forehead. An awful electric sting strikes at me with every jab. The thing squirming at the palm of my hand stills itself.

The snake-head maneuvers its bulging self behind me and sticks its forked tongue into the still thing at my nape.

“Ah, Ah!” I convulse.

The creature begins to curl itself around me and jab at the tense thing in my neck. My body heats up. My mind fades in and out, in and out, in and out, on an awful current. I hate it.

I hate it!

I am unable to move, unable to free myself. I squeeze the clingy boy’s hand.

He is frozen in fear.

He sees the snake enveloping me yet does nothing. Whilst I begin to tremble, he only squeezes my hand. The snake immerses itself into the back of my nape.

“Ha, Ha!” I breathe heavily into the boy’s face.

He begins to tremble and bite his lip. I look into his teary eyes. My head feels lighter.

“Take me away,” I plead to him.

He eyes the snake-head, afraid my voice might stimulate the creature.

“Take me away!” I cry to him.

He stiffens, and looks at me; his lip bleeds from the force of his bite.

“I’m afraid… please, take me away from here,” I struggle to tell him.

Keeping his gaze on me, he blinks his tears away and with a resolute look, strikes the snake-head; enough to release me. With no comprehensive knowledge of what the creature might do next, he pushes through the grotesque tail end of the creature and bolts out of the hut with me enwrapped in his arms.

I dig my nails into the boy’s neck as he runs. The sound of hurried steps echoes behind us. I glance up and see the silent boy and little girl close, on our heels.

HHIISSSSS!

We hit a wall of flesh.

Something big moves in the dark.

Everything is awful. My mind is going. Eyes. Eyes made of red look down upon the four of us. Slits dilate as they calmy look over each child. A monstrous forked tongue emerges from the dark and cuts into my flesh as it slithers against my cheek.

“No!” the clingy boy squeezes me as hard as he can against himself.

Thick blood clots down the side of my face, bruising the skin. The thing in my neck is pulsating. I cannot feel pain. My sense leaves me, yet his grip holds me in place.

“Hiissss!” the little girl bares her teeth at the red-eyed monstrosity before us.

The forked tongue slices the air; a potent power emerges with each flick. The rain starts to downpour and with one more flick of the tongue, the creature dissipates into the dark.

On close inspection, many more creatures, of varying snake-head proportions, can be seen entering the surrounding huts. A few torn flaps from exposed nearby huts showcase the mash of creatures inside; these organisms squirm and convulse against each other. Ramming the other to no end. All seeking haven from the rainfall.

The little girl sprints headfirst into the downpour. The silent boy grabs hold of the clingy, now hysterical, boy and pulls him, along with me, forward. My mind clears, but…

Where is my angel?

I squeeze the hysterical boy and rub my face into his shoulder.

I don't want to be alone.

You are mine.