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The Eclectic Pen - Chew Pt. 2

By: Kenjii H. (Daalmonette) - ,   + 36 more  
Date Submitted: 2/4/2009
Last Updated: 5/31/2011
Genre: Horror
Words: 443
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The inviting almost torturous smell of a recent kill drifted on the winter winds. Saliva pooled in Mike’s mouth and his stomach growling loud enough to draw a few curious stares. “You sure you don’t want a snack or something?” A quick head jerk no and Mike was moving to the other side of the camp. Everyone was settled in and the persistent throb of need to feed was causing a sheen of sweat to coat Mike’s skin. He had only eaten a quarter his required caloric intake for the day. “Imma go for a walk. Be back” "Got the runs there, eh Mike?" A couple guys chuckled. This bunch were close enough to poke fun whenever, at whoever's expense and whatever the cause. "Must have been someone I ate." Mike muttered low under his breath as he disappeared under the cover of the dense trees. Raw warm flesh that so recently struggled to live became infused with an essence that pure was heaven. It seemed to be laced with something addictive because my human nature found this act repulsive. Yet, here I am on all fours coated in blood and feasting heartily on the remains of a wild beast. Strange to be able to remember I am human but to see my limbs deformed into that of a canine. Well, not even fully canine. Covered in fur and my limbs were swelled with thick muscles. My hands lengthened and were hooked with sharp talons. Running my tongue across my incisors that so deftly severed the jugular of the dead animal at my feet. I should be vomiting the chucks of raw, bloody flesh I am gorging on. I should be concerned about being found out and killed or worse becoming an experiment. I leaned back and let out another mournful wail. Mike stopped dead in his tracks. “What was that?” An inhuman almost animalistic screaming ripped through the trees. Still, the alluring scent of blood and carrion was leading him almost without him realizing how far he had walked. His vision at night had improved drastically to say the least. As did his hearing and sense of touch. Sometimes his awareness would get sidetracked when other urges trumped common sense. A cursed man can only live in the shadows of humanity. Walk upright among them but never fully embrace the ability and nature. Mike’s craving to feed would have exposed him had he not developed a protein bar with high levels of glucose, fat and calcium. A poor substitute for the sweet tang singing in his nose and effectively making a zombie out of him. Except he wanted more than brains.

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