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A/N: Well, you didn't listen. Despite my repeated warnings, you went ahead and read it anyway. The fuck is wrong with you? Just for that, here is a little more to corrupt your souls. Remember, I said this was going to be kind of a drabble.
Read at your own risk. I mean it.
Chapter 2: With Teeth
Bloody horror tore through Bella's abdomen. The grotesque, vile thing clawed at her flesh, entrails spilling out to redden our bed. My wife screamed, but her agony was muted by the deafening screech of the creature emerging from her gaping body. It was killing her.
I reached for the parasite and was jolted by excruciating electricity. The shock tossed me back, my body colliding with the wall and cracking the surface. My vision became blurry and dark as I wrestled to my feet. I took my loaded gun from the nightstand and chambered a round.
Bella's cries had gone silent. In a wet pool of her blood seeping into the bed, my wife lay lifeless. Her vacant eyes stared at the ceiling. In them, I saw my mother. Her flickering memory shoved a plug down my throat, suffocating me as my lungs constricted. My entire body trembled as debilitating grief and rage pulled at my muscles.
The hideous abomination stared at me. Two large eyes, black as infinity, captured me in their terrifying gaze. I fired, squeezing the trigger, and unloading the clip at the impossible creature feasting on her flesh. The bullets disintegrated to ash. In mid-air, the silver projectiles turned to smoke. I retreated, falling to the floor, unable to look away.
One more bullet. I wanted one more bullet to end this. Fire the cure through my brain and let me be at peace. Bella was gone, mutilated and savaged, with hell erupting in front of my eyes. The room darkened. Outside the windows, unnatural shades coalesced in the violent clouds. The world took on a hue of aberrant nature.
Blinding pain pierced my skull. The hot strike ripped through my head, worse than any sensation I had suffered since my surgery. In the torment, noise distilled to images and emotions rushing too fast behind my eyes. I was overcome, screaming to quiet the bombardment. A voice emerged, but not words, more like ideas implanted in my mind. No language, only thought.
It was beautiful. Brilliant light and warmth and unending peace. The pain vanished and in its place was pure serenity. My breathing calmed with a my slowing pulse. I felt the tension release from my muscles and the fear escape me.
One unmistakable thought prevailed above the rest. It shattered me, utterly wrecked the foundation of my being. Whatever I had been before was rendered irrelevant with one single notion.
He called me Father.
Not it, but he.
Inexplicably, my wife had given me a child. Our son sat upright beside his mother, dripping in blood and fleshy bits. He smiled at me, revealing a full mouth of pointed teeth, his tail twisting across his lap. There was pure adoration in his dark eyes, deep like Bella's. His tiny hands reached for me, grasping at the air. I held my son in my arms, astonished and in awe.