Cherry had moved as quickly as she could, but by the time
she had reached the dance building, she could feel the Mythos’s aura fading. It
wasn’t moving, so much as it was just disappearing. It was odd. She reached out with her mind, trying to sense
him, trying to locate it.
Nothing.
“Fuck,” she muttered to herself.
She took a deep breath, and tried to focus. She needed to go inside. There might be some clue as to where the
Mythos had gone, or what it was up to.
She pushed through the heavy wood
doors that led into the dark building.
The hallway was wide and deserted, the only illumination
coming from the few security lamps that lined the walls. There was a residual aura trail, and she
followed the energy, moving towards the swinging doors that led into the
auditorium. She braced herself, knowing
that anything could await her on the other side. Steeling herself, she pushed the doors open,
and stepped into the auditorium.
She started to scream, and quickly covered her mouth.
Dangling from the closed stage curtains, her arms splayed
out like Jesus on the cross, was Mickey.
Her throat had been ripped out, and her belly ripped open. Her intestines dangled from the bloody,
gaping wound, and blood soaked the thick fabric of the stage curtains, leading
down to a growing puddle on the floor of the stage.
“Oh God,” she whispered, involuntarily taking a step
backwards, her shoulder bumping against the swinging door. She felt her stomach tighten, then
lurch. She couldn’t help it, she fell to
her knees, her stomach heaved, and she vomited.
She hadn’t been ready for that. She hadn’t been ready to see Mickey like
that. Mickey had been her best friend, her first friend at Hartford. Now she was dangling from a pair of curtains
like some sick mockery of the crucifixion.
A laugh echoed through the auditorium, and Cherry snapped
back to reality. The curtain suddenly
pulled away, dropping Mickey’s body to the stage with a vicious splat. The laugh grew louder as the curtains pulled apart,
revealing the stage.
“Surprise,” said a male voice.
Cherry choked back another scream.
A man sat on a chair in the middle of the stage. He was naked, his shoulders and back were
arched, and tentacles slithered from bloodless slits in his skin. It wasn’t the
tentacles that shocked her though. It
was the people entangled in them.
Four men, three of which she recognized, were suspended
above the stage, their bodies naked and writhing in disgusting ecstasy as the
tentacles slid across their skin, and entered them in rough, violent thrusts. She
watched as her own brother reached out, grabbing one of the tentacles and
pulled it into his mouth, his breath coming in pre-orgasmic gasps.
Her own brother!
The man stood up, his body on full display now. His skin looked as if it was starting to tear
away, and she could see glimpses of the monster underneath. She fought back the building fear, and braced
herself. This was the battle she had
been trying to avoid, but this was the battle she needed to fight.
She pulled the blades from under her sweater, and stalked
towards the stage.
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