It was midday on the steep rocky slopes of a great mountain, stretching high into the sky almost beyond imagining. I was walking upwards with numb feet but the sun was warm on my face.
Beside me was a girl with long red hair and soft pale skin, she had been walking with me the whole way but hadn’t said a word. I wore a loose linen shirt and a pair of black joggers.
Clouds were gathering in the distance, carried on an unnaturally quick wind toward me. I can hear the wind approaching with a great roar just in earshot. The girl walks in front of me with a warm smile and says;
“You can’t run away, They’re coming for you.
Go on, run as fast as your feet can carry you,
They’ll be waiting at your footfalls.
You can’t run from the past and the dead.
I turned to see a great moving wall of snow pass over the line of trees, but it wasn’t just snow. There were things moving in the snow. Monsters, memories, shadows standing low and shambling eerily about each other in the snow. Towards me.
Fear gripped me and I ran, as fast as my feet could carry me, up the endless slopes of the snowy mountain. The running went on for what seemed like an eternity, my legs were aching and my mind span in fear and confusion.
I fell, knees on the ground I could run no more. I felt my teeth ache and with great horror I spat them from my mouth. I held my teeth in my left hand and with them I jabbed into my right, cutting through skin and letting blood spill out.
I was writing a blood message in the snow, though I couldn’t read it. I poured all my energy into the writing but as I came to completion I spat out another set of teeth and the shock made me vomit a revolting mixture of blood and drool such as the writing was washed away.
The shadows were coming closer now. I could hear them chanting in low voices, words of hatred and violence I couldn’t comprehend. I could feel the venom and spite in their voices.
Suddenly a searing pain gripped my chest and I fell on my back in agony, looking down I tore of my shirt and could see things moving under my skin. My flesh started ripping apart and blood spilled out, it kept tearing until my ribcage was fully exposed. My rips cracked and snapped, they were pointing upwards.
I watched as my ribs slowly wriggled and the tips split open to reveal razor sharp fangs. They looked like pale white snakes writhing from my chest and squealing in pain. All at once their gaze was drawn to my open innards, the newborn were hungry. To my horror and despair they began to feast ravenously on my organs, chewing and fighting over them like children. I could see the chewed up remains pump down their back and to my back, I could feel it building up, bulging around my spine.
Bones, fresh and pale sprouted from my back and began to form wings, shining with a pale glow in the snow. Blood dripped from the joints and the finally shit out to full size with a deafening crack, I realized then that in my pain and horror I hadn’t paid any attention to my surroundings.
The shadows were stood around me now and had stopped chanting. All I could hear was footsteps coming closer, behind the shadows and much to my surprise the red haired girl walked through them and knelt over me with a kindly look on her face. She reached out a hand and I tried to raise mine but could not. Reaching down past the now hissing snakes she took out all that was left in my bare open chest cavity. My heart was still beating in her hand, as she picked it into pieces with her nails.
The shadows all stopped slouching and stood upright, she handed them a piece to eat, one by one.
“what is love if not to be given, what is life if not to be taken.
Don’t fret my friends there is plenty for all to eat.” She said
The shades nodded at me and turned away, disappearing into the blizzard wall, chanting again.
The girl sat by my side and said “you’re crying” She held up a mirror to my face and I saw myself, but my eyes were wrong. I had no retina, just two giant pupils surrounded by pure white, and from my eyes were two thick streams of blood. I screamed out only to see my only remaining teeth were my canines, now tipped black with moving swirls like tendrils.
I stood on the mountain and saw myself in full, bare chest, full of writhing snakes and great wings of pale bone. Blood was still streaming down my cheeks as she walked up to me.
I tried to speak but before a single word left my mouth she hugged me, and tore out my throat. I died, I woke up.