Little man was lifeless now, like a teddy bear without its stuffing. Dangling in her hand like an empty pillow case while she carefully rummaged around inside him before finally pulling out his heart. She pushed his heart into her mouth without too much effort, her jaw seemed to expand as she ate it whole. Then she dropped him and looked sharply in my direction. I stood as still as I had ever stood in my life as she drew ever near. She walked weirdly, frequently turning her head left and right and sniffing the air like a dog on a trail.
As she drew closer, I could see her face. Her eye sockets were empty, her nose had slits on it, almost like someone had carefully used a blade to slice openings into it. Her mouth was oddly shaped, it looked like it opened four ways. What struck me most was how familiar she looked; I couldn’t place it but her facial features looked too familiar. She had gotten to the front of my cell now and she stood there sniffing the air before slowly stepping into the cell. I began to move back slowly, trying my best not to make any noise.
“CLANG!!”
The sound of the chair hitting the glass window echoed throughout the empty room. I looked back to see that I had bumped the chair while I was stepping backwards. I looked right back at her but she didn’t seem to hear anything. She just stood at the centre of the cell sniffing the air. I was pressed up against the glass wall now with nowhere else to go. I started knocking on the glass with the pen but she didn’t react to it. I started knocking harder and louder and still no reaction from her. I banged it again on the glass wall and a flash of light burst forth. She let out a deafening screech before running out of the cell and back into the darkness in the empty room.
I was sure that she couldn’t hear or see but she had a very strong sense of smell. I looked around the room and couldn’t see any sign of her. I looked at the pen again to try to figure it out, I realized it was a pressure trigger, all I had to do was squeeze the midsection of the pen and it would shoot the beam of light. These guys had gadgets and equipment that seemed like they were from another timeline, where did they get all this tech?
I stepped out of the cell, making sure I didn’t make any sound in the process. The metal floor was cold under my bare feet but it helped with maintaining my silence. I made my way slowly through the path of light that led to the door. I walked past little man’s body, ripped apart like a flayed carcass. It would require a lot of force and power to do that to a person, power that whatever this woman was, had in abundance.
I got to the door at the other end of the room and started to fiddle with the door trying hard not sweat or do anything that could make me sweat. The door wasn’t opening so I had to find another way out. I turned to start heading back to my cell area and she was right there behind me. I paused for a while to catch my breath; she could sense my presence but wasn’t sure of my exact location. I started to make my way around her as she sniffed the air making sure not to make any quick moves that may throw my scent her way. I stepped on a floor vent which I hadn’t seen and it threw me off balance. I raised my hands up and then down to try and steady myself. With one wave of her hand she knocked me back against the wall. I felt the sharp pain at the back of my head again, I hadn’t hit the wall with my head so there was no reason for it to hurt. I placed my hand behind my head and suddenly my mind started to fill up with memories of events that had happened recently. It was like watching my life in reverse.
Her hands rushed by my face as she swung ferociously, my head filled up with more and more events from my recent past; all playing backwards as if I had hit a rewind button on my life. Her hand finally hit my head, knocking me out cold.
The light hit my eyes as if someone was throwing needles into them. The sound of metal knocking against metal could be heard throughout the room.
“Wake those butts up you lazy bastards!” the guard kept shouting as he banged his baton on the frame of my cell. For some reason I was back in my cell.
I looked over at little man’s cell and there he stood right in front of his cell as the guards chained him up. I looked into the other cell where the woman had been and it was empty. I looked back at little man while wiping my eyes to make sure I was seeing properly.
“Get your butt off the floor and out here before I decide to come in there!” my thoughts were interrupted by the guard who had now stopped banging his baton on my cell, he was looking at me and waiting for me to come out of the cell. I quickly got off the floor and moved out of the cell. As I stepped out of the cell, he held my shirt and tossed me to the ground, “oops! The dumbass can’t even walk properly”, he said to the other guard who held little man while laughing at his joke. I personally didn’t think it was a funny joke but I joined in the laughter because that was the least of my problems. I laughed much louder than the two of them combined till they kept quiet and watched as I laughed even more while rolling on the ground. “What’s so funny dumbass?” the guard yelled as he rammed his boot into my abdomen. I laughed even louder and almost started dancing on the floor. My frustration grew as I began to question what was real and what was not. Little man should be dead and yet he’s standing there looking at me. The woman almost killed me yesterday but look how healthy I am.
“Stop laughing you imbecile”, the guard was now kicking me even harder, trying to stop me from laughing but with each kick I laughed even louder. He got on the floor and on top of me and started punching my face to stop me from laughing. After a few hits to the face I had started bleeding. I suddenly went mute. The guard kept hitting me, “what? You can’t laugh no more? Go on man laugh, I can’t hear you”, he said in-between his punches. He stopped after a while and the room was silent, the other guard seemed terrified because he had said nothing throughout this ordeal. The guard leaned in close to my mouth and kept saying “I can’t hear you”. Then I coughed up some blood. “What was that? Speak louder, I can’t hear you”, he leaned in again “go on, laugh some more man, I can’t hear….”
His scream echoed throughout the room as I bit down hard on his right ear. Violently turning my head left and right as his ear started to peel off with blood rushing out of the side of his head. He was hitting me and trying to get loose but I bit down even harder until I began to feel my teeth touching each other. He had now rolled away and was holding his ear with both his hands, he kept screaming and rolling on the floor. I stood up with his ear in my mouth; I spat it out as I looked directly at the other guard who had now backed away from little man and was much closer to the door than he had been before. I began to walk towards him but he ran out immediately and locked us in the room with his other guard.
I turned to look at little man, I expected to see the same scared look on his face as he usually had but he looked very different, he seemed at home with this kind of violence. He turned to look me in the eye and smiled as he walked toward the wailing guard on the floor.
Little man stood over the guard and put both hands behind his head while he looked at the ceiling, as if praying to some kind of god. In a heartbeat the lights in the room went off, sending the room into pitch black darkness. I was more shocked than I was afraid but yes, there was some element of fear in what I felt. The sound of shifting bones and tearing flesh filled the room along with the deafening screams of the guard, a part of me wondered what little man was doing to him, the other part of me was afraid to be curious.
The screaming had stopped now and all that could be heard was what sounded like a pack of wolves feasting. The room suddenly turned eerily silent, I backed myself up against the wall beside me to avoid any surprise attacks. The lights all began to turn back on, little man stood right where he was standing when the lights went off, he had the same satisfactory look on his face and he was staring right at me, almost as if he had been looking at me in the dark before the lights came on. What was weird was…the guard was not there anymore, there was no blood on the floor, there was no sign that anything had just happened. The floor which had been soaking up in the blood that poured from his ears, was now sparkling clean as if it had just been mopped.
Little man walked towards me with a smile growing on his satisfied face, “problem solved”, he said with a chuckle as he stopped in front of me.
“What just happened?” I asked in utter confusion.
“I just solved your little guard problem”, he said while still laughing.
His voice seemed even deeper now and a lot more confident, if not for his face and stature I would believe I was talking to someone else. The way he walked had changed too, there was some feminism to his posture.
“Get down on the ground now!!” the guards pushed through the door yelling and pointing their guns at us. Little man didn’t hesitate to lie on the ground, I quickly followed. The room was filled with guards all pointing their weapons at us.
“What happened here?” the officer in command asked with a steady but obviously uncomfortable tone.
“You should ask your friend over there”, little man replied sharply while pointing through the crowd at the guard who had locked us inside the room while fleeing.
“Hector! Do you mind explaining this?” the officer in charge barked at the guard who had now made his way to the front of the other officers.
“He was right there sir, I saw him with my own eyes”, Hector said, terrified, “that one bit off his ear”, he continued while pointing down at me.
“I have no idea what he’s talking about sir”, I followed up immediately looking at little man.
“Mr. Hector here just ran out and locked us in here, seemed like he’d seen a ghost”, little man continued while he started to get on his feet.
“Get back on the ground!” the officer in charge barked at little man who obediently laid back down.
“Search every corner of this room”, he continued to bark at the other guards, “I need to know what happened here, leave no stone unturned”, he said, sounding both angry and frustrated.
Hector looked down at us in fear and confusion, he seemed like he had started to doubt himself. The guard circled the room looking for clues as to what had happened.
Nexxxxttttt