6/16/2017

Corners and In-Betweens (Pt. 3 of 3)



This is Pt 3. For the previous part, click here. For the first one, click here.


She stopped the chair and turned it back to the couch. There seemed to be something… above it. She dropped the hamburger on the table walked over to check.
Nothing, really. Her eyes must've failed her for half a second. 'But…' Hul kneeled on the couch, and realized that a wide and thin crack appeared on the wall.
'Was it there before?'
She didn't think so.
Cackling all around. She was almost used to it by that point.
It was a time as good as any to go to sleep. She brushed her teeth and jumped into bed. It was old and squeaky, much like the couch in the living room.
She was so tired, Hul felt like she could sleep the entire next day. Maybe she would. But maybe it would be better to write Babak's poem and then call him. Yeah, they'd go out soon enough.
She reached the light-switch and… Lights off.
The sounds… They were so annoying. It was almost as if the sounds of silence had rebelled against her, and started rushing and crackling in an almost mocking fashion. Much like a sea of jaws tethering in the cold.
It didn't matter, she was going to be fine. Paranoid people, that's all all of them were.
Hul started to close her eyes, she knew that as soon as her thoughts ceased she'd rest. The circumferences of her eyelids were about to meet when she saw something.
In a burst she was now seating, the lights on. Heavy breathing. What was that?
No, it was nothing. Maybe she'd call the pest control later? She wasn't sure.  Tomorrow she'd see what she could do about pests with Kamila and Gulsim. She'd take them some nuts too. No one could ever have too many pistachios.
Still, she brought coffee for a reason. Brazilian, the best one in the world. If resting was going to be a chore, why not write a little?
In jiffy she now had a mug and a bottle by her side, both with hot steamy coffee inside, her laptop open and she was now ready to do what she was best at. 'Thank god there's no internet.' Progress was about to happen, after all there was nothing to distract her… Right?
She went by too quick in the kitchen, a buzzing sound seemed to follow. She didn't want to mind.
It was still there though.
Words flowed from her brain as the motion on her fingers tapped the plastic on the machine, the words appeared on the screen, the cycle repeated.
It didn't quite sync with the room settling in.
Hours went by as she thought of words and their sounds, the mug was emptied and filled again and again.
Her mind tired as her body was forced on, but even with her reduced senses something was off.
She thought of Babak.
The wood on the floor and the paint on the walls did their small symphony of cracking and hinging, moving towards her from the right and under.
She thought of having always known him, she thought of the things she've always wanted but couldn't drop a friendship for.
A slow hum from behind.
But it wouldn't matter now, she was by herself and they could be together. Hul  did her best to smile.
She knew it wasn't there. All tricks and anxiousness, she had no time for such foolishness. The poem was almost finished. 'What time is it?'
In the turn of her head she saw too much for not to scream.
Hul found herself laying in the floor, the chair toppled. The… No, what was that? So many things, long tendril-like things all around her…
She tried checking her wristwatch again, '13 to 7'.  The sun was about to rise.
Someone knocked on the door.
The woman was too tired to bother dressing, making herself to the front door quickly and only bothering to open the smallest creek from it. It was Alborz.
"Are you fine? I've heard screaming."
"Yes."
And the door was now closed.
She was going to be fine.
But, all around her, low at first, but then...
"Huhuhuhuhuhu, hahahahahahahahah, hehehehehe, hohohohoho!"
She did a quick turn, a blur swifted through the furniture. The mirrored version of the apartment next door's living room, it lacked personality. It lacked mirrors. Whatever that was, regardless of what the old women said, Hul had to see it. She'd smack it in the head and stab it in the gut. She picked a broom and a knife, sat in the corner and waited.
She was too sleepy, the sun was about to rise. But the girl wouldn't let herself sleep. She'd call Babak, but would he answer the phone, let alone believe her? She didn't want to fight that alone, though. The light started to hit the windows, and as the line of light pushed it away she caught something on the knife's reflection, in the last regions of darkness…  just behind her.
In a quick dash Hul found herself in the middle of the living room, all she saw was a huge misformed shadow disappear into the wall. It did so almost as if all around it was liquid. Hul closed her eyes. Whatever she stood against… It was real.
She took a deep breath, the hellish noises surrounded her. A small gust of wind seemed to be going around the room. As she clenched her knife, Hul hurled the broomstick back and forward, but it felt as if it could only hit the air. She stopped, but the hell of shapes around her didn't cease. She quietly opened her eyes.
All around her, blurriness, but in a second it all amounted right in front of her. As if something layered itself sideways in unnerving manner, a huge imposing shade took place a few inches ahead of her. It shook upon itself, vibrating, but then stopped and...
But, as it stopped… Oh, the sun showed its shape far too well, and the creature's display caused something significantly worse than fear. Worse than horror, danger, or instant death. It displayed the impossible. Inside its broken and phasing silhouette drew its never ending tendrils, rushing in oblique and impossible shapes. Gooey, accid filled intestines, sloshing against themselves in non-euclidian ways.
It was too much for her brain.
They went through themselves and the floor, with no regard to her brain's understanding and its interaction with the light would dismantle physics as they were known. The creature's composition nothing shorter than other-worldly, its very form physically unsustainable to the human observer working mind. Among its flesh laid infinite obsidian eyes, that stared through all space and time through pure instinct. A beast unfathomable to its prey.
She was now on the floor, motionless. Broken.
Through its movements and formations, its eyes and shades, its story was shown to her. A birth from the thoughts of a mad god, a non-place far beyond the very cosmos in which all conceivable laid. No screams, no light. Only pain and hunger. Things any animal would know too well, but it stood as an animal alone. Alone where its mere existence was abhorrent. Alone until it was no longer there. Alone until there became where both of them stood.
But her mind was done for, and nothing could have been absorbed from the beast's mellow opera. Her brain slowly melting, her eyes burnt, her flesh exposed and all that faced the monstrosity corroded bloodily as her guts strew in front of her. Its song for when to prepare the feast was now finished.
It engulfed what was still Hul, as if she were nothing. Its borders going through her flesh, picking whatever it needed to survive, as the creature phased through the walls and floor of the building. It did so until she was nothing but a husk of flesh, much like her mind. Her body stretched through the walls and ceiling, stuck in the in betweens.
The walls cracked where the creature hid her, where it hid her like every single one before her.
And in her least milliseconds, as all faded to black, what was left of the pulp that was her mind recalled of her life.
All the while the beast left…
Left to tell and feast again.


The eldritch man eater named MOCKINGJAW.


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