The Choice - Brian

Suddenly, the space around them erupted into chaos.

The faint sound of labored breathing resonated from one of the wolves, a symphony of murmurs from the bystanders and the occasional pained groan underlining the gravity of his illness. His stomach was gurgling loudly- the rhythm was erratic, punctuated by sudden bursts that caught Abyss’ attention. They’d never heard someone’s guts sound like that. The pained expression on the male’s face was heightening, morphing into a look of terror before the climax came- the splitting of his abdomen, entrails and squirming worms spilling out of the cavity in pulsatile waves. Blood splattered in all directions, the worms seeming to crawl toward the bystanders. A few stepped back, while several stepped forward, trying to help.

And Abyss was not one of them.

Standing firmly in place, there is an unusual juxtaposition to the tense atmosphere unfolding around them. Abyss’ smile is almost disarming- the corners of their lips curled to reveal their fangs- as they flashed the dying wolf a wide, childish grin. Their face is alive with enthusiasm, their cheeks flushed and bright, while their smile reveals a childlike wonder at the macabre horror of a man’s belly splitting in two. “Did you see that?” They whisper to their brother, nudging him with a shoulder.

As the bystanders took action, Abyss stayed anchored in place, thriving on the thrill of the unknown. One wolf was giving the dying male a drink of something, and another, was commanding their bird companions to throw the body off the cliff. Abyss’ smile widened, their breath catching in their throat, as they found pleasure in the suspense.

What would happen next?


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