All I can see is blood

*Novocaine* · 05-25-2014, 11:11 PM

There were shapes all around him, laughing, taunting shapes. They snickered as he shook unable to stop himself. He wanted them to stop; he wanted them to leave him alone! They were calling his name, tearing it apart in their horrible screeching voices. A bigger shape than the rest was approaching him, his name booming from the horrific figure. A growl rose from Novocaine, the only thing he still seemed to be in control of. Even that was stripped from him as involuntary strained whines pushed their ways out of his body. No! Why was this happening? Why couldn?t the figures leave him alone?
Then it got worse, the shouting was getting deafening, and suddenly he felt bile rising up in his throat. The figure?s laughter only intensified as he found himself emptying his stomach onto the grass. The boy closed his eyes, laying in his own vomit and willing the voices to be quite. In fact it took him a moment to realize it had gone quite, deathly so. In fact Novocaine was certain he was dead.
But no, he could smell the acid scent of his thrown up food and as he slowly opened his eyes he realized the figures were, gone? all except for one.

talk, think

Please note: Novocaine is missing his right eye entirely, an empty socket is all that remains in its stead. Not all of his tables reflect that as of yet!

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