The Abyss Beyond the Reflection by Micah Castle

Author:Micah Castle [Castle, Micah]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Published: 2018-06-08T04:00:00+00:00

XVI

He turned away from me and faced the Heart. Stretching out his arms and gripping its gelatin-like surface, he leaned his head back, opened his mouth as far as it would allow, then bit into the Heart.

I heard its skin rip, heard his neck crack when he whipped his head back, taking a chunk of the organ with him. He gulped it down in seconds, then repeated the process; he gnawed, gnashed, and ate his way into the large organ. He devoured so much a hole formed in the Heart, green liquid streamed down his chin and body.

I should have turned and ran, should have returned to the boat and fought the sea-demons, but I did not, I stood there dumbfounded while a madman ate a larger-than-life organ. Finally, he finished his meal, released the heart, and turned to me. Wiping the gore from his face, revealing an ear-to-ear grin, his blue eyes pierced the gloom and seemed to glow.

“Now we leave. I won’t knock you out this time, I’m far too tired to drag you.” He said, narrowing his eyes. “But don’t get any foolish ideas, Müll.”

The trip back through the cave seemed to be more difficult, as if the corridors and walls had shifted. In some instances, we got lost, in others, we came to dead-ends. Eventually, the entryway to the outside revealed itself like a beacon of hope, and I ran to it. The Captain merely walked, as if he knew we were going to find it all along. Once we left the cave, we continued forth until we got to shore.

Ritcher paced ahead of me, moving briskly towards the White Sea. Suddenly his legs collapsed underneath him, and he toppled onto the sand. His entire body became tense, every muscle flexed underneath his suntanned skin, and his hands groped his abdomen, apparently in search of something. When he rolled onto his back, I could see something moving underneath his flesh, in his stomach.

The carvings in the Captain’s flesh had long dissipated in the cave, but they came back and pulsated over and under his skin. They rippled, tightened, relaxed, then would tighten again even further, all the way to bone. Wincing, tears streaming down the sides of his sweat covered face, he screamed out for relief. What could I do? Dumbly, I asked what he needed.

In gasps of breath, he answered.

“Get a knife, get something to cut it out!”

I looked to my left, then my right, finding nothing but the sandy shore. Then I remembered the fillet knife. Quickly I pulled it out and knelt over him, gripping the handle in both hands, the blade pointed down above his abdomen. I looked at his strained face.

“Mach es jetzt.”

I rammed the knife into his stomach. It sliced his flesh with moderate ease. Blood gushed out and over my hands, over his body, soaking the sand underneath him. I could not see anything, could not find the root of the problem, so I cut more. I cut a large skin flap from his abdomen, big enough to see inside.

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