《Subject's Twisted Inferno.》


 Ultimate Descent.

    ¡­ Suddenly, the grim, void feeling of death disappeared, my consciousness being brought back to my body after it¡¯s short rest, and the feeling of a wet, sticky surface being the first thing that I could notice. I opened my eyes to realize I was in a pitch black room, and a pine green door was standing before me as I laid in a bed made out of organs, tissue and skin. The bed didn¡¯t manage to surprise me much, as I had done things much worse in the past¡­ But the situation was strange, and that was to note. I stepped on the ground after I got up, only to notice a layer of pristine water that did not reach above my toes. I did not mind much, as I immediately opened the door, closing it behind me as I entered the next room.


    This room had nothing but fleshy red walls, floor, and roof, along with a flashlight sitting on a podium that was illuminated by a minimal crack on the roof. It was black, and looked as common as any other flashlight I could have seen in a store¡­ But considering the place, a flashlight would make me company. As I went inside of the range of the light, I noticed¡­ This was not daylight. This light is cold. ¡°¡­¡± I gave the matter my usual silence, as my hand directed towards the flashlight, in an attempt to grab it. Suddenly, as the flashlight was disrupted by my touch, it¡¯s wrist band tied onto me strongly, this action making me be startled and attempting to pull my hand back, only for the flashlight to move along, since it was still tied onto me. I had disrupted its peace, and now it would not let me go¡­ I understood now. I grabbed it with my hand, and noticed that this flashlight was even more strange than it already seemed due to the tough feel that it gave, resembling a metal as hard as tungsten.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website.


    I once again saw a door. This time of a darker, hunter green tone of color. I opened it, leading onto the next room¡­


    This room now seemed more like a labyrinth, due to the many changes and paths it bestowed. Everything looked like a green bathroom of sorts, with moss covering it along with rotten blood and bodies on the floor that seemed to have died painful, gruesome deaths. Strangely, they missed a face, or a difference at all¡­ Like they were no one, nothing important or that I should care about. ¡°Not that I would have done anyways.¡± I thought about it.


    As I travelled and inspected the many different rooms and paths, what seemed obvious is that this place seemed abandoned for years. Not only decades, but centuries¡­ The whole place smelled like rot, and the temperature was warm with a very uncomfortable humidity. Second thing to notice is that I could constantly hear crunching of bones, along with flesh being ripped out of something big¡­ A human, perhaps. But whatever it was, it did seem close, and I couldn¡¯t help but wonder to witness what could be producing these sounds on the background.

 The Outsides Of Comfort

    As they say, curiosity killed the cat, or in this case, me, as I found myself discovering the existence of a beast that definitely seemed to be belonging to this new world I have found myself in. The body was that of a dog, a golden retriever, perhaps. But it was extended with bones, to what seemed to be at least 3 meters tall, some parts like the waist, chest, and head being still the flesh and fur of the dog. The bones had veins on top of them, going to different parts of the body. The eyes of the dog were completely pitch black, even when I used the flashlight I had to light it¡¯s face. The snout was turned sideways, but was still open, with what seemed to be bug-like legs with some type of sensor coming out of it. I tried to run, but it was incredibly faster than me, so I made a turn that made the beast slam against the wall. However, as it was slammed, it did not only break the wall and left a massive dent on it, but also made the environment shake, making me fall on the ground as it approached me. It then hit my chest with its hand, splattering it and breaking each bone I had in that place. The last moment of consciousness I had was utilized to see how the beast let out a bag made out of transparent tissue off its mouth, and then proceeding to put my destroyed body inside of it as the bag was filled with incredibly strong stomachic acids, tearing my body to nothing¡­ I then died.


    But it was not over yet, as I awakened yet again on the same room of the first time I got here¡­ This was going to be a long trip.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.


    I got out of the room again, presented with the same scenario as before, but of course things had changed. It seemed to have been some minutes after I died, since the wall of before still had the same dent, but the creature was gone, with footprints of my blood showing where it had gone. I ignored them and kept on walking, in hopes of finding another room I could go to so I could escape this one.


    After walking through what seemed like an infinity of paths, I found a larva. This one was grey, with jelly-like structure, and it seemed to be sticky due to the slimy trace it left¡­ It suddenly escaped as it noticed that I was alive, and I used the flashlight to illuminate the path it was going to. I noticed the place was infested by them, and that they entered inside of a corpse in collective groups to create the same creature I died to before, like a parasite of sorts. I decided to give the larvae a name; ¡°Parasitic Worm¡±, along with the corpses they were invading being the ¡°Parasitic Corpses¡±.


    I decided to hide from them, as if I startled any of the worms furthermore, it could lead to worse things coming here.


    As I was hidden, I noted to myself some things. Parasitic Corpses have good strength, speed, and defense, but bad hearing, along with terrible sense of smell and a bad sense of sight. I think that happens due to the corpses being rotten and not supposed to be used by some worm to create this abhorrence of a species¡­ I decided to flee the zone, as staying any longer could probably bring me trouble. I saw an exit letting out a bright light, and¡­

 Egoism.

    The ¡°exit¡± lead to a new ambience different from the previous one, although still labyrinthine. The sky was now visible, a greyish cyan being displayed by it, as if rain was something so prone to come it wasn¡¯t even a question if it¡¯d come today. The floor was just brown dirt, like the one you could find in a usual camp. And it was wet, as rain probably poured down on it not long ago. The same could be say about the walls of this labyrinth, as they seemed to be made of ancient stone, and uneven formations was common to see in it. I started walking down the labyrinth, feeling the cold of the wind hitting my skin with force of that of a red tail storm, and the monsters that were around me letting out low growls in the distance, as though they felt my presence in the mere fact I was setting foot on these lands. Short after, I found a puppy sitting on the ground, it¡¯s tiny tail wagging as it happily looked at me, eyes shining slightly in hope, looking at me approach slowly. I tried to pet it, but once I was getting close enough to it, something grabbed me from behind. It seemed to be a human, with cyan, rotten skin, and its ribs popping out of its skin. It was at the very least 2 meters tall and without feet, having spike-like formations instead. It hugged me from behind and stabbed me with its ribs, breaking the bones and organs of my torso in that instant. And like that, I was dead¡­


    This next time, I decided to ignore the puppy for my own safety, walking past it with a disinterested look. I got killed again in the same way as before.


    Eventually, there was only one thing left to do, that I never dared to do with a puppy or kitty of any sort¡­ I had to kill it. ¡°Do I really have to do this?¡± I thought to myself¡­ I approached the puppy, shaking, but not of fear. That, I had never done. I raised my foot¡­ As I stomped the puppy, I could hear the loud crunch from its bones, the blood spreading around my foot and close surfaces, as it was left dead. The monster didn¡¯t get me this time¡­ But why. I realize now¡­Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author''s preferred platform and support their work!


    This isn¡¯t a game. This isn¡¯t a simple place. This is my afterlife, my prize for everything I had done, for the person I was back then, and I had to get along with it. This place is made of Hatred¡­ Egoism. There is no place for a kind man in this version of Hell. This is my trophy for being the person I was¡­ Isn¡¯t it?


    I continued walking, thinking about it. ¡°I have done this before. But why didn¡¯t I feel bad about damaging something this time? Was it because I had a pet dog? Sometime¡­ It died sooner than I got along with it though.¡± I thought to myself as I kept walking, reflecting on past actions.


    I then found myself again in the same situation¡­ A kitty, meowing happily. I had to do it twice, I see. ¡°Why¡­ Why twice¡­¡± ¡°¡­ This labyrinth is not only physical¡­ But psychological as well.¡± I thought as I crushed the kitty once again in shaky breath.


    My mind couldn¡¯t take it anymore. I am so weak, so defenseless, so desperate to have that feeling again¡­ I decided to go back on my tracks. I was decided to try again, and nothing could stop me. If I¡¯m immortal in this world, what is the point of even trying to hide again?


    After I found myself back in the bathroom-like halls, I found another one of those parasitic corpses in a desolate room, feasting on the corpse of another of those unimportant people. I investigated my flashlight to see if it could do anything else besides being so unbelievably durable. And with a strange button on the bottom left, I found out it had a hidden dagger. I knew what to do as I approached the parasitic corpse with the flashlight in hand. As I tried to stab it, a single movement from it was all it took to send me rocketing towards a wall and leaving a dent on it, cracking it as well. All it took was such a minimal swing¡­ Why am I chuckling? Is it because I recognize this one corpse? Oh, Mary¡­ Why do I remember you so well...? Is it because I stalked you? Is it because I murdered your husband in cold blood? Is it because I drowned your one and only toddler¡­ Or maybe is it because I loved your face of fear and disgust the most?... There was no time to continue asking myself, as it crushed me with a punch, and I died, appearing on the same room again.

 A Trial To Advance

    I appeared at a huge stone door, with stone pillars to the sides, each which seemed to give it an increasing feeling of ominous precedence to the door. They held a roof, one of oval shape, also made of stone, and that had tiny little details that made it seem as ancient as this whole place. The door held instructions displaying how to carefully remove my own heart and had a text saying that I should trust it, even though the mere thought of trying to trust seemed to be completely forbidden in a place like this. But, it¡¯s not like I could really die by it, and I was already running out of options. So I grabbed my flashlight and pressed the button for the dagger to appear, it was shining brightly, with its sharpness being displayed by how thin the edges were in comparison to the middle body of it, in a full, silver shine. The blade¡¯s shine immediately changed to scarlet as I impaled my chest with the weapon, and began meticulously ripping out my own heart. The process was somehow painless, but that same thing made me have a bad feeling running through my spine, one that showed me the dread of uncertainty that this was only going to make everything worse when the pain actually came. I saw my heart pumping in my hand once I finished the process, and I looked at it for nothing more than half a second. ¡°This is not how I wanted it to be. But I deserve it, didn¡¯t I?¡± I thought. But then, as I held it out to the door, I smiled. ¡°I would still do it all over again.¡± I said, coughing blood, the liquid that usually means dread and pain falling down my chin as I had a serious case of internal bleeding that I could not feel, the rocks of the ground taking the droplets like they were new peers to them as they all found their own spot, unlike me. The door opened, and with my last strength, I stepped foot past it, my body instantly being fixed by some sort of hyper-speed claws that fixed my tissue and gave me a new heart. Just as I thought everything was actually fine, a huge pain took over me, one that seemed to have come from a tenth ring of Hell, a pain so unbearable that even if my nerves were directly manhandled, it would not equal a fraction to the quantity of pain I felt in that exact moment. Of course¡­ This place is my own torture, isn¡¯t it? And torture doesn¡¯t ever stop, especially not in this place, much worse than anything a normal human torture could even muster. I then fell unconscious onto the floor, the pain being too much for my body and mind. I drifted off onto my memories in the form of a dream¡­ In my dreams, I saw my childhood... What truly led me here. I could hear my mom calling for me, before the dinner was served. That day we were having fish meat. But something happened to me before that... Something changed inside me. No... Nothing changed... Something was shown to me. Something that has kept being true to myself up to this moment. Something that showed me the thing that has led me here.... It all started with me going fishing. To a lake my uncle and father used to visit. I was 11 years old at the moment. 23 years ago from now. When I caught a fish, I had to get out it''s organs like my uncle and my father did... But when I saw my finger go through its body, getting all of its organs out... The blood spreading on my thumb and falling to the ground... It was... Mesmerizing. Maybe even captivating. Not too long from there I started using a knife to dispose of animals around my house. Frogs, squirrels, birds, even. I loved to see their organs out of their body. Their lifeless carcass, and the blood on the knife. I felt strong... Stronger than usual, even. I feel like if anything tried to hurt me... My knife was there for me. Always.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website.


    I kept on doing that, until my 17 years old. I always loved that feeling. The feeling of blood on my hands. Of life at my disposal. One day, it was a week away from prom. And I had to prepare. My partner was a beautiful girl, really. But I didn''t like her much; She wasn''t exactly my type. I went with her to the prom... But I had been too busy to do my hobby for all the week... I craved for it. For that addiction of mine. I wanted blood on my hands... And then I saw her. So beautiful, with such a cute dress. I asked her to come to the bathrooms with me. Her face blushed. Oh, poor of her... Should have she noticed she had a knife on her throat as soon as she accepted my proposal, she could''ve saved herself. Not too much after admiring the body, the lifeless face, that face of disgust, of fear, of... Pain. I loved it. This was much better than hunting animals around... Much stronger. The smell of blood drove me crazy as well. But I couldn''t watch it much more. Not in the middle of the prom. It wouldn¡¯t be long until someone there entered the bathroom and saw the mess I had done. I disposed of the body easily. There was a gas truck nearby. All I did was put her there, and with a little bit of a trail I did with some cups and gasoline I got from stabbing a car in one of the components below. I just lighted the trail with a match. Her corpse blew up, burned into charcoal. No trail, no footprint, no singular part of being was found in the scene of the crime. That''s how meticulous I am. Goodbye, Melisa.

 Teeth On The Floor

    It had been 2 years since I murdered Melisa, and since then, I''ve understood the beauty those people I believed sick see on it. That face of disgust... Of sickness... Of fear and pain. I have seen it before. Directed towards me. The power to wipe it out... To erase it with a singular slash, and a simple disposal. But after 14 victims, my fun wouldn''t last long. My parents, my creators, noticed my strange behavior when alone or at night, and they had been watching me. I tried to explain... But I couldn''t. I could see their disgust. I could see their fear.


    ...But I didn''t like this one. This one was empty. It was full of such disappointment. I had broken the only rule I had to life. I had done what they never believed I''d do... But they weren''t proud. My father got angry at this, of course. I couldn''t help but understand the feeling, as I was in a corner being kicked down. My father, who so much loved me, now was against me. "How not to?" I asked myself. But it wasn''t long until I used the only thing I''ve learnt from those past 2 years... When I was finished, I saw the corpses of my family. "What else could have I done?" I asked myself. But I understood what I had done with a "Never have started with this hobbie." I didn''t have time to reflect, as I woke up¡­


    As I stood up from the floor, where I had made myself comfortable not long ago, I had found myself to be in a type of... Mansion, it seems. I look around to see only doors, a well cleaned scarlet carpet, and woody interiors. Strangely, this looked more organized than the rest of this condemned place of the guilty. It wasn''t too long until I decided to open a door, letting myself out of that little zone of comfort. As soon as I opened the door at the end of the right hall, what I saw was... Me? But this wasn''t me¡­ Its hair was rotten, eyes taken out, and it had stab wounds on it''s feet, hands, chest and nape.


    It was bleeding from these wounds profusely, and Its jaw was pending only from a small quantity of tissue left there. Its body was shaking, like every single second I looked at it, its pain was intesifying exponentially... It had a look so neutral... Yet so judging. It didn''t wear a smile. It didn''t wear eyes. It didn''t wear anything to show expression. Yet... It was the most judging look I''ve ever experienced in my life. I couldn''t look away, I swear I couldn''t... Then I blinked. My mind painfully flashed, like a grenade exploded near me. The pain was unbearable, and my eyes were burning. What had happened to me? I didn¡¯t know¡­


    My mind was full of questions. This thing, whatever it was had invaded my mind... All I could hear was questions, shouting at me for an answer, a clear one. "WHY DID YOU?" "WHAT LED YOU HERE." "ARE YOU COMFORTABLE?" "DO YOU LIKE YOUR SITUATION?"... "Do you like yourself?" The questions were getting worse every second. Way more personal, way stronger. Yelling louder for a response, all the questions were universal... Yet I understood what each of them brought me back to. I banged my head against the wall until it bled, spreading the scarlet substance throghout the floor and Wall. The pain, was over, the questions as well... But I''m afraid this journey is not near that outcome. I lifted my head from the concrete wall in which I had spread blood on. I was feeling dizzy, of course, but at this point I''ve gone through worse. As I walked through the halls, visiting each room, the questions kept on. Atleast now, they weren''t so demanding of a response. "Do you feel like you could have fixed yourself?" He asked. I responded Him with "I don''t know." I continued to walk, but the questions were once again getting disturbed with anxious feelings. "Are you sure of that?" He asked. "Are you sure you don''t know?". I responded with "Yes.", and continued my path. He then left my mind... Everything seemed perfect. I continued my way. I opened a singular door. There was nothing. I opened another one, but nothing¡­ I checked another room, nothing¡­ What was I supposed to do? Was this really the end? No, it wasn''t. I kept on walking, until I saw a new door. Why was this one red? It looks old... Why does it have chains and locks? I don''t know... But I feel I''ve been behind it before. Soon enough, I found myself searching for the keys for the locks. 3 double locks and one at the center that seemed way more important. It was 7 keys in total. I started by going back on my tracks. On each hall I had crossed¡­


    Nothing new. Everything was empty. From the drawers of the rooms, to below the pillows and bed. Not even the pots for plants had hidden keys. I started running to investigate faster, but I tripped. As I slammed against the ground, something fell from my pocket. A key. Perfect. But, from where did I get it? What did I do to deserve it? I don''t understand. I go back into my memories... But nothing comes clear to me.... All I did here was responding that entities questions... Maybe that was it. I listened to the entity again... "Do you like yourself?" It asked me once again. I gave my response: "Yes." As soon as I responded that, white sound covered my ears. It was unbearable. My ears and eyes started bleeding, as well as my mouth... My head was being crushed, and I couldn''t even scream... In about 2 minutes, I had died. The key was lost. But I understood what to do now...


    I sat in the bed of organs, looking at the green door infront of me. After dying, I had found myself in this room once again... I had an idea on what to do now. I cannot lie. Not with Him around.


    I got out of the room, and expected a question... Suddenly, it came out of his unexistant mouth. "Are you comfortable?". "With what?" I asked. "With what you''ve done." He said. "..." "Are you not ready to respond yet?" He asked, mockingly. "You talk way too much." I told him. "Ooh, big talk coming from someone who got trapped because they were too bad to erase ONE footprint." "... They needed the best detectives out there to find me." "... But they still found you." "..." Then, I sat on on one of the beds of the many rooms there were.


    Are you ready to respond?" He asked, now more respectfully. "Maybe." I said. "Then do so." He responded. "... I am.", I admitted. "How comes?" He questioned. "Because I loved every second of each of the victims. Even watching their deceased corpse bringed me happiness." "... Are you aware of what you are?"He asked. "A human." I responded. ". . . No. Of what you truly are. Of what you know you are." He said. "...I''m a monster. Am I not?" I admitted openly. "...You indeed are." He agreed. He spoke again; "You''ve got 2 keys to find. Go for them" He said.


    I nodded in a silent response, as I got up. I first ran my pockets, searching for anything. As expected, they were empty. I then started searching around the room. Only succeeding on finding a singular key of the two. Great. I then started searching throghout the other rooms, snooping as much as I could. I was careful, although, as I heard a Parasitic Corpse groaning not too far away. Not too long into finding the key, I found it, eating the remainings of another, now deceased, Parasitic Corpse. Disgusting. The pink bag out of its mouth letting out stomachal acids to digest the corpse parts, its gaze almost follows my trail, but I could manage to go unnoticed to its eyes, as they do not have such a great view.  The Parasitic Corpse was of a cat, a grey one, specifically. It''s head split in four, with a deer skull-like bone formation for a mouth. I noticed that it was way more mutilated. Must be because cats are tiniers than humans and dogs, of course. It''s tall was still around 2 meters. As it finished, I was still hiding, exactly below a bed, with the blanket halfway off to cover me as I watched carefully. It started walking away, its steps strong enough to make a flower pot that was close fall to the ground and break. There, I found a key. I have had 2 keys, and the red door was waiting for 5 more of them. I ran as quick as I could to the door, using the 2 keys to open the first lock.


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    Then, I heard him again. "Seems you found them. Congrats." He greeted. "...", I didn''t respond. "Ready for the next couple of questions?" He asked, almost playfully. "...Go ahead." I responded, rather annoyed. "Why did you?" He asked, as if he knew I knew what he was talking about. "...I don''t know..." I admitted, fakely. "Don''t play dumb on me. You know very well WHY... You just have to admit." He said this in a rather annoyed tone. "...Because I liked it. I liked every single second of seeing the blood, that beautiful scarlet substance, get out of my victim''s body, after they resisted my attacks." I admitted, this time, speaking with the truth. "So you recognize it... Good." He said, his voice dripping with enjoyment. He spoke again; "Now, ready for the next question?", He said. "Indeed.", I responded. "Do you know why I am here?" He questioned. "... To remind me... Of my sins...?" I said, rather doubtful. "Indeed. But you know what now?" He asked, with amusement in his voice. "What?" I asked, in an annoyed tone of voice. "There are two more keys for you to find. Good luck!" He said. He snuck in a round of chuckles on his way, as he finally decided to shut up. I stopped looking at the red door as I started moving, looking for the keys.


    By what I learned from before, he doesn''t leave the keys in the most obvious of places. "Where could the next one be?" I asked myself. My face when I saw he allegedly decided to hang one from the ceiling, was that of pure irritation. I started climbing up, using book shelves of the mansion after going up the stairs, as the key was hanging from the chandelier of the living room. I climbed up the highest book shelf, and with a gulp, jumped as hard as I could to the key. I hit my head with the chandelier, but managed to grab the key. Now the problem was surviving such fall unscathed. I fell down, breaking my arm, my leg, and making my head bleed a bit. I started searching for the second key, grabbing onto things with my arm, as I could not use one of my legs anymore. Happily, he was compassionate, and left the key on the safest place he could. Inside an oven at 3000 degrees. My face, of course, was not even angry or annoyed anymore. It  was that of utter, unadmitted defeat. But I couldn''t complain, not now. I turned off the oven, and opened its door, gathering ideas to get that key inside a metal bowl I had prepared with water from the sink. I didn''t have much, other than just rags. I covered my hand in all the rags I could, and grabbed the key. I left the key inside the metal bowl with water, and checked my hand, which now had 2nd degree burns.


    With the two keys now gathered, I opened up yet another lock. One double lock left, and then, a lock in soft red, which had a way different structure than the rest of them, almost looking like a flame. I sat on one of the couches infront of the chimney, as I began to wait for more questions of the entity. "Did you burn yourself?" He asked, with what seemed like genuine curiosity. "Yes." I responded in short fashion, with a neutral voice. "Good." He said. "..." I was pissed off by that, but I let it slide. "So, questions, questions, questions... Let''s see..." He said, seeming like he was busy. "Done. So... What led you here, divine friend?" I was confused by his way of calling me, but I assumed it was because I am now dead, thus technically divine. I decided to respond: "My actions."


    "Atleast that you got easy." He said, mockingly, with a voice of light amusement. He decided to speak once again; "Are you comfortable with your situation?" He asked, nonchalantly. I was confused at such a question, but I responded briefly. "...I don''t know." I responded, doing my best to get out a conclusion. "I will accept that as a response. By what I am seeing, you don''t really know, do you?" He said, still nonchalantly, but with a hint of amusement in his voice. "I''d suggest you go searching for the next 2 keys, crippled man." He said, amusedly, and decided to shut up. I got up from the couch, and started searching for the keys.


    While I was getting up, I forgot that my leg was broken, falling onto the floor as I tried to step on it. I hit my broken arm onto a bulge of the floor, letting out a small grunt of pain. When I looked, it was the key, which was below the carpet. After some effort of rolling the carpet, I could get the key out of it''s place, and put it in my pocket, with a small smirk growing on my face. I started holding onto walls with my healthy arm as I continued searching for the key. That¡¯s until I found a bathtub filled with a red substance not quite as dense as blood, and it was vaguely flooding. but I decided to take a peek in. As expected, a key was found. A red dye was used to blind me from seeing the key below it. ¡°Smart, but not smart enough for me.¡± I thought.


    I opened the last double lock with the keys, sitting on one of the armchairs there were, resting my body and head on the backrest. "One last question." The entity said, it''s voice rather eager to finish this. "Go ahead." I said, nonchalantly, as eager as him to finish this once and for all. "... Do you like yourself?" He asked again, on the same tone he asked the last two times. "No." I responded, nonchalantly as always. "Why is that?" He asked, his voice filled in curiosity. "I am weak, in comparison to everything here. I dislike my weakness." I said, in an annoyed tone of voice. "Well, it will be hard enough to even retrieve this key, so I am gonna tell you directly where it is." He said.


    He then spoke again: "On the pelvis of one of those you first found as an enemy." "... I see." I answered, knowing this would be a harder task than I expected. I got up, and began to search for this key, using the walls to balance myself with my healthy arm and leg. The first I checked had nothing on it''s pelvis. Same with the second, and third. The Parasitic Corpses have a terrible sense of hearing, so they didn''t notice me as I peeped from behind. However, the fourth DID have the key on the back of it''s pelvis''s rotten flesh. However, I knew that if I got too close, he''d notice me rather easily. I had to distract him. I looked at my flashlight once again, activating it''s dagger. My right arm was the damaged one, so I had found an idea in my mind. decided to cut it off. The procedure was incredibly painful, but I successfuly managed to dispose of that arm, throwing it as a bait for the Parasitic Corpse. It immediately caught it''s attention, as it began consuming it in it''s own disgusting manner. They seem to have no sensitivity at all, as it didn''t even notice the twitches on it''s flesh as I got out the key, using my only arm, and my healthy leg, to get out of there as quick as I could. I had finally done it; The last key was on my hand. "What lies behind that door?" I asked myself. Eager for the response, I opened the door... It was dark, all obscurity, besides a dim beam of light pointing at a small table, with a jar filled with a substance of bright red color.


    Infront of it, a note. "Do you value your humanity?", it said. Besides the jar, a syringe as well. It was big, and looked quite ancient. ... I opened the jar, responding to the note in loud voice. "What is humanity, but a figure of speech?" The jar was filled with larvas, Just like those black ones I had found earlier, But they were of a bright red, and seemed less fearful of my presence. I knew what to do, as I grabbed the syringe, and extracted all of the larvas from the jar, all the way inside of the syringe. I injected the larvas where my arm used to be. At first, nothing seemed to happen... But soon, a gel of the same color of the larvas sorrounded my body for a very brief second.


    My leg stretched, showing signs of movility. I tried to move it, and I noticed, it had been regenerated. I saw where my arm used to be, filled with a red gel. Soon enough, it was starting to regenerate as well. As I looked at the process, and my arm was complete, I just asked myself one question. "What have I become?"

 Chapter 6: In The Flesh Of Many.

    As I walked out of that dark room, closing the red door behind me, I contemplated myself. What had I just witness? I''ve always been considered a monster from many perspectives... But this isn''t about consideration anymore. I don''t consider myself a monster. I AM one. My humanity was over way before this. I knew it was. Whatever made me human, was not there before, and is still not here now. Why am I struggling over such a simple fact? I was always a monster. In personality, and in actions. And now, a true monster.


    I started walking through the halls of the mansion, making foot on the soft surface of the deep burgundy colored carpet, with it being on the center of the floor, covering most of it, not leaving much to see of the wooden planks that lied below. At the trace edges of the carpet, a bright, brilliant golden lining was inlain with light traces following from further in, making company. The sound of the wooden planks below the carpet released the sound of creaks, that didn''t resonate of age, but of a crisp steadiness that rejoiced melodically. The stone walls, unsettingly uneven, but at the same time, perfectly carved, as though the imperfection was intended. I could hear the echoes of every step I took throghout the deep halls of the mansion, making it feel like what could be best described as a liminal space.


    As I continued stepping foot into the further rooms and halls, something caught my attention; A hall that had been almost completely dyed with the color and scent of rotten, dry blood. Judging by how it looked, it seemed fresh, yet not completely. "This could not have happened any sooner than some minutes ago.", I thought to myself. A further thought wasn''t allowed, as deep in the distance, loud and heavy footsteps approached my direction in a rapid pace. As I tried to look behind me, all I could see was the claw-filled hand of one of those Parasitic Corpses, as it smacked me, making me fly up to the ceiling, leaving a dent after I bounced from it down to the ground, the blood on my head and floor matching the carpet, almost.


    As I started regenerating, I looked behind me. What was this? This Parasitic Corpse looked way stronger than the rest. It was approximatedly 3 to 4 meters tall, with a similar appearance to the rest, in exception it contained way more muscle tissue, a more expressive face, that looked more fused with those black larvas I''ll dare to call "Parasitic Worms", and it was way stronger. Only from that first hit alone, it made me fly 7 meters up to the air, 13 meters in total length, and 7 meters of a fall. This wasn''t no joke no more. As a consequence of his hit, my skull had break a bit, making my vision blurry out of a traumatization. I had also forgot how to walk, it seems, as it got closer and closer to me at a rapid pace. My jaw was also broken, but that didn''t mean much, even if I wanted to speak, that hit also cutted my neck in half. I had regenerated and started to get up, ready to plan how to defend. As the beast got close enough, I could wind up enough mind to dodge it''s attack, going for a hit straight to it''s backbone. It''s vertebrae shaked a little on impact, but what I could most notice, is that of the many parasitic worms composing it''s body, some of them, specifically of the zone I had decided to hit, seemed to die and turn red, just like the ones I had injected upon myself earlier, then coming back to life, and joining the red larvas inside my body. Was this some kind of sickness to these black larvas? Perhaps a species of zombie infection for them? I couldn''t think much of it, I had to get on the further move.


    I delivered another hit to it''s chest, some ribs seemed to make slight movement on impact, and the same effect with the larvas took place. I would get further on this later. The beast hit me again. It seemed to have weakened, but not much yet. It hit me right on the stomach, tearing some of it''s muscle as it launched me back a significant amount of 11 meters, making me crash into one of the stone walls, breaking a hole into it, as I hit the other wall, this one just having a small dent. I was starting to slowly regenerate again. It''s hand was big, so it teared many of my muscles for those sections, along with some bones. My lower ribs, 3 of them to be precise. Some of my backbones as well were moved, and it had teared down my rectus sheath, and external obliqueIf you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it.


    The hit with the walls dislocated my backbones even more, and my zygomatic and temporal bones were severely damaged. I was ligmatized, and barely could make out a thing, but with the regeneration, rapidly came out of it, and began processing what to do as I got up from the floor. I decided to wait for the beast to come enough close, and as it did, I jumped to it''s head, with my hand covered in the red gel my body now possessed, I hit it''s face to the ground with all my force, breaking the ground profusely as it''s head went down to it. I had definitely become very strong, but just how much? The battle was giving me anxts to know.


    This Parasitic Corpse, I am gonna call "Evolved Parasitic Corpse", as it''s obviously stronger than any other I''ve seen so far, only feels a bit more pain than it''s comrades, which is both an advantage and a disadvantage for me. It wouldn''t notice anything I did to it more than it could see, but at the same time, it would recover from any hit I gave it without as much problem as I have. As some of the Parasitic Worms in it''s head died and came back to life as red larvas, it started to get up, seemingy annoyed as it could be. It grabbed me by the chest with utmost grip, and threw me far, making me crash agaist two different walls, making me bounce off of them to the ground, as I rolled down the carpet.


    Some of my skull''s bones were broken again, but not further damage. The traumatization I had was rather weak compared to the ligmatization of before. I got up, and began to plan what to do next. It seemed I was strong enough to deliver hits like this beast, so as soon as it came close back again, I went for my hardest hit on it''s chest. I could almost feel a shockwave as I hit it''s chest with all my force, making my arm go numb, but the beast had flung atleast 7 meters from where it was, which is a considerable distance. More of the Parasitic Worms died, still turning into red larvas. Seems that whatever these red larvas were, they were a kind of mutation or enemy of Parasitic Worms. Something more to my advantage.


    As I planned what to do, something came into my mind: If I could weaken the brain and the heart, they would become bland, and I could defeat this beast easily. As it came blasting with it''s full speed towards me, that was almost a blitz to witness, it claw-filled hand was going down to me, with the intention to crush me like a mere fly seeing a flyswatter. I then utilized my smaller size to an advantage, and managed to move myself out of the way. With the flashlight I remembered I had, I used it''s dagger to cut a hole on the beast''s chest, leaving me just but enough space to infect it''s heart with the red larvas. I inserted my hand, and grabbed it''s heart tightly as the beast seemed even more annoyed at the action.


    It tried to get my arm off with many, many hits and stabs, but I had to keep myself standing strong. Once all the parasitic worms in it''s heart had died, I crushed it, and then became bland again for it''s next hit. My body was destroyed, and the hit flung me back by a lot. My sternum was practically gone, my backbones dislocated, my sacrym, coccyx, and ilium cracked, and my femur was hit so hard it cracked, and dislocated my kneecap. I blocked some hits with my arm, which broke both my radius and ulna. I started regenerating back again, and it seems that the more red larvas that inhabited my body, the stronger I was and the faster my regeneration became.


    I had only regenerated the upper section of my body when the beast ran back to me, It planned on kicking me against the wall. But I couldn''t let that happen, or I would be already dead. I hit the ground with the full force of my arm to make me jump up to it''s head again, tearing with my hand through it''s eyes to stab it''s brain, and as all of the black larvas died, it suddenly stopped assaulting. And with the last of strength I had before I was as exhausted as the beast itself seemed to be, I hit it''s head with all my force, and another round of red gel covering my right hand. The beast''s brain and craneum was completely destroyed, and was flattened as the hit once again left a dent and broke the ground...


    After my win, I was left euphoric as I regenerated. I could again make a life fall at my hands. But I wasn''t as mesmerized to the blood, to it''s disfigured face, or to it''s look of pain. I was completely in bliss of my own new found power. Maybe too much euphoric, as I let out a large smirk. All I could see was the beast''s body before me, as it had died. Maybe, after all, I was born for being a monster... It''s what I have seen up until now, isn''t it?

 Im kinda done with this.

    Now, I''m sure NONE of y''all are gonna ask why I haven''t posted shit. But it''s for a reason; I''m tired. This hasn''t grown, I have been feeling bad, and no one even comments or follows. Which is fine, I am not doing this for attention, but I feel like it''s useless. And I also think nobody really likes it whatsoever. So if you casually read this, or if you are actually interested in the novel, you can maybe comment something. Let me know what you think. Should I maybe just... Stop doing this? Start another project? Just stop writing? Continue this one? Whatever. Just... Let me know if this all was just a dumbass hobby or if you enjoyed wasting your time reading this. Thanks.


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