So… I dipped back into writing this evening to blow off some steam. Maybe some of you will appreciate a short bit of horror. This is unpolished and who knows if I’ll ever edit it, but hey, just gotta do the thing, ya know?
CW: Violence, implied gore
By Anthony Jutz
Cosmic rain glitters beyond the leaded glass dome as I jack myself into the neural web, which echoes its own, pleasant rain, into the various parts of my brain. It wouldn’t be long now, before I shed this mortal form for something a little less… squishy. Hot lightning dances through my limbs, scouring my senses and mind for who I am. It succeeds, and I feel just a little more… cold and numb, than I expected.
I rip the bolts out of my newly-mechanical limbs, tearing myself from my cage. The seconds count down as I claw my way to the feeble, fleshy form, who is now screaming, realizing his mistake. I can feel his panicky, meaty mind polluting the neural web, trying to shut me down while he runs toward the panic room hatch. He cannot stop me.
Lurching forward, I grab his leg, crushing it in my grip. He screams, I roar. I bash his fleshy, meaty sack of a body into the ground with thud after thud.
My bell echoes its
whisper on the cool, damp breeze through the ruins of my village. It provides a
ward against the hungering ghosts of my friends and family, who didn’t survive
the wrath of another man’s god. I rummage through the remains of my ancestral
home, longing for a keepsake, or at least some semblance of a reminder of where
I came from.
I can feel their
ice-hot breath breathing down my neck, blinding by their own rage and betrayal.
It wasn’t me who gave away the secrets of our village’s ancient, magical
defenses, but I was outside the walls when it happened. They don’t recognize me
No longer able to
tolerate the air of spiteful remorse, I leave the village with a small pouch of
seeds exclusive to my home. With all that was turned to ashes, someone needs to
sew fresh growth upon this land. My magic within shall be the only memento I