02-16-2020, 08:30 PM
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His mother doesn’t respond to what he says, and he turns to look at her in confusion only to find that she is pressing against him.
Torryn was larger than his mother, both in height and bulk. He could have easily overpowered her, if he could get past the mental block of not wanting to bring harm to her – and if it weren’t for the fact that there was a supernatural strength to her. This was not the Briseis that he knew. His mother had a quiet strength to her, but she was no fighter. Wordlessly and despite his protests Briseis pushed him towards the falling stalactite, and when he finally set his jaw and makes to spin to fight back – hoping to at the very least catch her off guard, so that he might not have to actually hurt her – it is too late.
She pushes him up against the hard wall of a stalagmite that erupts from the ground, and with nowhere to go, he is crushed by the large, spear-like end that falls from above him. The last thing he sees is the strange, empty eyes of his mother, and that peculiar smile spun like shadows across her lips.
When he awakens he is still in the tunnel system, but it is different. Between him there is only shadows, thick and suffocating, and on the other side there is the smallest prick of light. He moves towards it, and is immediately intercepted by the grotesque figure of his mother.
<i> “So sorry,”</i> she says, flat and monotonous, and her teeth clatter to the ground like stones. <i> “Didn’t mean to,”</i> her voice sounds broken and disconnected, and her dark eyes turn to black before leaking like slime down her face. Torryn stumbles back when worms and cockroaches crawl from the hollowed sockets, his gut churning at the sickening sound of the creature’s bones cracking and breaking. More legs erupt and the body twists and contorts, until there is almost nothing equine left – just a gruesome, twisted version of an eyeless spider, and a face that maybe at one point resembled his mother.
The creature laughs, small spiders and various other insects spewing from its mouth, and with a speed he had not expected it scurries across the chamber to block his path towards the exit.
It is only by pure adrenaline that Torryn finds it in himself to fight. It is only the instinctual drive to survive that he manages to push away his fear and disgust and lunge towards this monstrosity rather than away from it. With ears flat to his skull and a snake-like movement of his head his teeth latch onto the lower part of the creature’s middle leg. He is surprised that when he pulls back, it falls apart – that the creature is just as easy to dismantle as a small spider would be.
And so he does. Limb by limb, piece by piece, he dismembers the disgusting, alien creature. He ignores the taste its flesh leaves in his mouth, how worms and spiders and cockroaches continue to fall from its sockets and jaws as it screeches. They crawl across his face and his tongue, they tangle in his black mane, and he doesn’t care. He doesn’t stop until the thing is legless and useless on the chamber floor, and Torryn is soon sprinting towards what he thinks – what he hopes – is the exit.</font></div></center>
His mother doesn’t respond to what he says, and he turns to look at her in confusion only to find that she is pressing against him.
Torryn was larger than his mother, both in height and bulk. He could have easily overpowered her, if he could get past the mental block of not wanting to bring harm to her – and if it weren’t for the fact that there was a supernatural strength to her. This was not the Briseis that he knew. His mother had a quiet strength to her, but she was no fighter. Wordlessly and despite his protests Briseis pushed him towards the falling stalactite, and when he finally set his jaw and makes to spin to fight back – hoping to at the very least catch her off guard, so that he might not have to actually hurt her – it is too late.
She pushes him up against the hard wall of a stalagmite that erupts from the ground, and with nowhere to go, he is crushed by the large, spear-like end that falls from above him. The last thing he sees is the strange, empty eyes of his mother, and that peculiar smile spun like shadows across her lips.
When he awakens he is still in the tunnel system, but it is different. Between him there is only shadows, thick and suffocating, and on the other side there is the smallest prick of light. He moves towards it, and is immediately intercepted by the grotesque figure of his mother.
<i> “So sorry,”</i> she says, flat and monotonous, and her teeth clatter to the ground like stones. <i> “Didn’t mean to,”</i> her voice sounds broken and disconnected, and her dark eyes turn to black before leaking like slime down her face. Torryn stumbles back when worms and cockroaches crawl from the hollowed sockets, his gut churning at the sickening sound of the creature’s bones cracking and breaking. More legs erupt and the body twists and contorts, until there is almost nothing equine left – just a gruesome, twisted version of an eyeless spider, and a face that maybe at one point resembled his mother.
The creature laughs, small spiders and various other insects spewing from its mouth, and with a speed he had not expected it scurries across the chamber to block his path towards the exit.
It is only by pure adrenaline that Torryn finds it in himself to fight. It is only the instinctual drive to survive that he manages to push away his fear and disgust and lunge towards this monstrosity rather than away from it. With ears flat to his skull and a snake-like movement of his head his teeth latch onto the lower part of the creature’s middle leg. He is surprised that when he pulls back, it falls apart – that the creature is just as easy to dismantle as a small spider would be.
And so he does. Limb by limb, piece by piece, he dismembers the disgusting, alien creature. He ignores the taste its flesh leaves in his mouth, how worms and spiders and cockroaches continue to fall from its sockets and jaws as it screeches. They crawl across his face and his tongue, they tangle in his black mane, and he doesn’t care. He doesn’t stop until the thing is legless and useless on the chamber floor, and Torryn is soon sprinting towards what he thinks – what he hopes – is the exit.</font></div></center>