Story eleven:
The day passed on slowly, as if tormenting me with its power to control me. The night finnaly began to emerge from beneth the flaming mass of heat in the sky. I fell to my knees unable to carry the "dissabled" man. The wind began softly, swiping upon my neck, but grew angry and seemed to hate me. I got up slowly, wiping off the dirt from my bare knees. And continued on as I did before, only this time my body felt heavier. Now I know how Jesus felt as he carried the cross! I turned back hopeing to see the streets of Jeruselem full of mocking crowds. I was never into religion, never was or had, but now... I really wished I did. I wishes I had a god of some sort to pray to, or at least sacrifice the weight on my back to. That reminded me, he has been awfully silent... I looked over my shoulder to find has was asleep. I continued on for at least a good three hours untill I fell yet again, but this time on sharp rocks. I quickly, yet softly put him down and sat up to check the dammage. To my suprise however, the blood that was running down my leg was flowing back into the cuts and the cuts healed. Holy crap. When could I do that?!?!? i started to shudder as the memory of what had happened, the dreams, and voices, the blood, and what I had done to all of the poor men in the labratory.... I couldn't stand it. I wanted to curl up into a ball right there and bawl my eyes out. I was just about to when I heard the noise that jolted me back to the cruel reality I was trying to hide from.
"rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhhhh...."
I lifted my head and came eye level with those spider-rabbit-dog-things. Before I could spazz out and scream, the creature right in front of me bowed its head and gave a whine of resignment. All of the others followed suit immidiatly.
"Ummmmmm ok? When did I become the alpha-female?" I asked as if I expected an answer.
"They must have seen your display of power back there, and in the lab, and realised that if they were to survive and be protected and loved was if they followed you." I jerked my head back almost too quickly, to see my little sleeping beauty awake and looking at us throught groggy eyes.
"Good morning. Do you feel any better, Matt?"
"Fine." He was silent for a while but before I could say something he spke in a soft voice, so close to a whisper yet not. "Thank you, Anala."
I jerked my head back in pure and utter shcok and almost fell backwards untill some of the creatures pushed against me. "Thank you my little friends. And of course, Matt. I couldn't just leave you there you pathetic human!" I slapped my hands over my mouth. Did I just call him Pathetic human?????
Matt didn't seem as shocked as I was. He took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. 'I can see the faults of the lab more clearly now, then ever."
"What do you mean?"
"Those creatures are failed prototypes to the creature that attacked you. When you were attacked you probably got some of the creatures blood into your system, and now slowly form the inside out you are becommign more and more like the beast. Do you even know what your becoming?"
"Nope."
"It's called the Chupasangre. Its a blood sucker of lore from ancient books found in different ancient empires across the world. It's name litterally means Blood Sucker.those twisted scientist were twisted enough to want to recreate that beast and even think with in a fathom of hell that they could control it. It was hell's missionary. Only few were its masters. Everything I've read on them says that the families are dead."
"Lovely... Now I know what I am finally."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I never had a true meaning to my life untill now. I was always the nerd or weirdo. Now I know what I am. I'm a Chupasangre."
He shook his head and sighed out loud as if ticked, whick kinda ticked off the Chupasangre prototypes and made them growl. "Whats your last anme, Anala?"
"Medunsa. My full name is Anala Gorgian Medunsa."
"You know in the ancient texts that name means 'Medusa's favorite gorgon, Anala'."
"Lovely..... Hey Matt..."
"Yeah?"
"Why did you want to know?..."
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