Deadly Encounter

Deadly Encounter Part 3

The Goddess is growling like an animal, deep and echoed as she looks up and all around at the panicked people. Her face starts to twitch; her skin has something wriggling beneath it across her cheeks as they cave inward slightly.

A vertical line appears on the middle of her face under her skin like a scar, it's in perfect symmetry as it sinks inwards. Her flesh tearing open from the middle of her forehead at her hairline to her chin, it tears away to reveal her grey flesh and disintegrates into a black rising mist.

The Goddess smiles maniacally with sharp pointed teeth, and piercing green eyes that stare from behind the mist as it absorbs back into her grey flesh.

Her black sweat-soaked dress slides off from her body to the floor, revealing her pale skin and perfect breasts, her body turning grey from her neck downwards as she falls forward onto her elbows.

Her back has what looks like thousands of worms wriggling beneath her skin; they relentlessly poke long black spines through the skin as it stretches outwards with a large mass, being covered with bloody holes like an old sponge.

Another line of symmetry forms from the middle of her neck to the base of her spine, it sinks and begins to tear open slowly when suddenly her back bursts open from the middle like an invisible zip is being violently pulled.

Four purple and grey snake-like arms burst vertically out from her back covered in blood and jelly, shivering black thorns pierce up through the skin of the terrible arms and stand upright, they are clumped together like hedgehogs, the spines move like waves as the snake arms shiver and convulse.

Lengths of flesh hang and drape from them as they spread out horizontally behind her, they look like they were once wings that are now old, rotten, sinister and deformed. They drip with a purple mist substance that turns into a black gel as it hits the floor, black mists seem to rise and disappear out from these menacing arms, they are at least nine feet each in length and continuously blur and shiver in torment.

She rises up from the floor, slowly floating to the tips of her toes. The trance is over, all of the people in the club awaken to look on in horror for a moment and then start to panic.

Frantically they start pushing and trampling over one another, trying desperately to get to the door.

Chris tries to avoid everyone but ends up trapped in a swarm being pushed closer to the wall, he falls and is pushed under a table, all that he can see are legs, arms and bodies as people are falling to the ground while being trampled and climbed on.

He tries to get out from under the table as he can see a young girl who is reaching out towards him after violently being thrown down by the panicked crowd, he desperately reaches out for her but there are too many people in the way.

He is relentless as he continues to try and reach for her, more people are falling and standing on his arm and hand while they continue to trample on her like she is nothing, blood is coming out from the left side of her mouth as tears of blood fall down her cheeks, Chris manages to grab her hand but he can't pull her towards him.

Chris emotionally screams as loud as his lungs will let him. "SHE'S DYING YOU BASTARDS!" He keeps his eyes locked on her while she looks at him gasping; her hand releases its grip as she looks at him in a locked stare, the look of pure sorrow now frozen on her face. He feels powerless and keeps hold of her hand even though more people are standing on his wrist and arm. The pain is unbearable as he finally loses a grip, he cries as his view is blocked and curls into a ball trapped beneath the table.

He fights and manages to crawl up from under the table and pulls himself over injured people while the crowd is screaming and shouting in agonising fear.

Chris stops crying and starts to fight for his life as he pulls himself up onto another table near the wall, taking hold of a stool with the cushion towards his chest, its legs pointed towards anyone now that tried to squash him.

He pushes and climbs up onto the table backwards, kicking people away from him, pushing the stool into them to avoid the stampede of selfish, desperate arseholes.

Gripping onto the stool for dear life, he fumbles around in his pocket but his phone has fallen in the struggle.

His attention is drawn towards the screams and he can't seem to move, he's frozen in terror while watching people left and right being grabbed by the snake arms as they are constricting and draining them of blood, to then be torn to pieces slowly above her head in a final, gruesome blood shower that absorbs into her skin.

The club is one floor underground, there are no windows to break and the fire exit won't open.

Many people are now being squashed to death in the middle of the crowd as the panic ensues. There are arms reaching out towards Chris as they are trying to get onto his table of refuge, struggling to release themselves from the now sardine box of screams created towards the fire exit, most of them now have blood pouring out from their eyes, ears and mouths, their faces grimaced in pain while being squashed together. Some are fighting with one another, punching, kicking and elbowing each other in the face to get to a door that won't open.

The Goddess seems to revel in watching this torment all the while smirking a half smile and giggling an echoed tormenting laugh as she looks around, picking random people to rip apart slowly, one at a time from the rear of the crowd closest to her, each time laughing manically and bathing in an orgasmic shower of blood.

She looks at Chris licking and pursing her lips, she stops smiling looking blank and serious and lets out another ear ringing scream, all four of her snake-like arms start wrapping around one person each, their bones snap in a cringing symphony of torture as they are constricted and deflated much quicker than before.

The screaming echo of the crowd is deafening and terrifying, they cry out in terror while four people at a time are being stripped of flesh and blood.

Chris is stuck and stiff to the table still holding onto his stool for dear life, there's no air. He's completely paralysed in fear as he watches the terrible arms start to drain the bodies in mid-air of all blood and fluid.

The sharp black hair spines are like a thousand straws draining all at once, the snake arms pump as they wrap around like an octopus fastened in place.

The bodies are left like an empty shell; their clothes' torn to shreds hanging from the baggy broken skin skeleton, the skin is left draping and slumping from the bones, stretched with a thousand holes as they are finished with and thrown aside like an old pair of jeans.

Blood runs and drips down the menacing snake arms and onto her face, absorbed by her grey skin.

Soon enough the dance floor has been covered in glass, blood, faeces, urine and the contents of stomachs as she makes short work of the waning crowd.