As we continue our creative journey, Salaire McAlpine has produced a hair tingling short story that will make you howl with delight. Salaire graduated with a BA Honours in English and Creative Writing, and is currently studying English Studies, as a Postgraduate student.
‘And if you stare long enough into the Abyss, the Abyss will stare back at you.’
– Friedrich Nietzsche
Beating in unison, the forest hummed with thumping heartbeats. Sprinting through entwined trees, I clasped my trembling hands over my ears, blocking out the growing rumble. My heartbeat sped up as my feet quickened, running from the fearsome beast that loomed behind, growing vastly like a young glowing giant. My breathing harshened into thick throaty pants; my slobbering mouth now as dry as burning sand. I had to escape.
Flicking my gaze, my heart leapt: the blazing white light of the nightly God was nearing. It was too close; I had left too late. I screamed as my hands crippled backwards, each finger snapping in musical unison. Biting down on my quivering lip, I tried to ignore the pain. Compared to what would come, this façade of agony wouldn’t half match up.
Confused by the agony that burnt through my bloodstream, my leg caught, snaring between thick vines. The air rushed from my lungs as my body slammed into the dirt, mud and water, covering my form in a coat of filth. Rolling over, my large brown eyes squinted up at the dim sky. The flickering yellow lights danced from fluorescent to grey, my eyesight fighting the chemical imbalance of the hungry beast within.
It felt as though thousands of tiny pin pricks were stabbing into my skin, tearing away the seams of connected flesh. A whimper escaped my torn lip as my broken hands twisted, my nails falling off as though I had become a rotting corpse. I pushed hard with my legs, scrambling backwards into the brush. I had to take cover. If anyone found me…it didn’t bare thinking about the consequences.
‘What am I becoming?’ I whispered.
It was only the second time that this monstrous disaster had occurred. The first time I had thought I was going mad. I’d simply thought that my drink had been spiked. How wrong I’d been.
‘Ha!’
The laugh escaped my lips, ringing out between silent trees, hysteria taking control. My back arched, contorting as a piercing cracking sensation radiated down my spine, instantly numbing the lower half of my body.
‘No, no, no!’
I lay trembling in the dirt. My ears rang, buzzing as though affected by a deafening blast. My eyes blurred, as though they had been replaced with those of a blind man.
I felt as though I was dying…
But I wasn’t that lucky.
The air around started to chill, my hot breath contrasting to the descending temperature. Stifling a cry, I groaned. The environment around me shifted, blurring as my head whipped back and forth. The insides of my body flared as though they had been ignited, as my limbs warped. Flailing forward I grasped at my stomach with bloody hands.
‘No. Please, no!’
My eyes trailed upwards, boring into the face of the circular God above. Its daring glow illuminated my figure, pulsing its rays into my perfect human form and disfiguring it. The forest rang silent of any wildlife; any near had fled from the oncoming storm that I would unleash. My harrowing howl had caused them to flee.
With my skin peeling back from the bone, dropping into the dirt like melted wax, I cried out as my human voice echoed into the distance morphing into a beastly whine. Thick crimson blood soaked what was left of my body until thin coarse hair sprouted from bare muscle.
Tilting towards the sky I felt the narrowing movement of my face elongating, followed by the cutting pain of lengthening fangs. Hovering over the pile of rotting flesh at my paws, I crouched. A low animalistic urge rushed through my inner self, battling away insignificant human thoughts. My mind raced forward with primitive instinct. Half smiling, I bared my newly sharpened teeth. The air was full with the warm scent of beating pulses. So close, and so near. The lush smell of their Woodley scented bodies made my mouth drool. Shifting my head back I let a loud, thick, throaty howl cascade into the sky and throughout the forest. Warning all wildlife, all humans of the approaching threat.
For I was coming for them. For I was death.