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I wrote a little thing - Handsome Jack - 04-26-2017
Read at your risk.
[spoiler]I lay in the filth and muck, an evening drizzle cooling my skin underneath the layers of loose clothing I have to wear. I wonder if I should just end it all; if this existence was even worth continuing. But I'm a coward... No matter how bad it is, and it IS bad, I just cannot imagine killing myself. A shiver runs through me and I hope that's not just a side-effect of my condition. The buildings around me stare down with vacant eyes, judging me... calling me a monster. And they're right.
I can no longer remember how long I've lived like this, but I remember when it started. I was just a boy then, left alone in the world. I don't know what became of my parents, all I know is that the alleys of the city were my home. I lived as best I could, scrounging for leftovers in the trash left by those more fortunate than I and avoiding the drunkards and bullies, the police and the soldiers. I learned that lesson quickly, from one too many nights spent curled fetally in the mud and wondering if I would die.
One morning, after a particularly debilitating beating the night before which had rendered me unconscious, I awoke to the sound of buzzing and a sharp pain in my side. Horror filled me when I saw them... the maggots and flies feasting on my rent flesh. Weakly, I tried to smash them, to rid myself of the infestation. But as my hand came down, the maggots squirmed deeper inside me and the flies buzzed away. Unfortunately, these were only the first. More vermin arrived after that, in a near constant stream it seemed. They ate away at my body and every day was filled with excrutiating pain. All I could do was huddle in the darkness of the alleys and wait for it to all be over.
As the host grew, they began to speak to me, telling me that it's alright. That I'm part of something greater now. That they're my family and they love me. I can still feel them... squirming around inside me. Feeding off of my body and replacing what they've eaten with something else. My left eye is no longer my own... instead a trap-door spider has made it its nest and placed a facsimile over the empty socket. Pores in my skin release swarms of gnats and biting insects, the occasional centipede moving from one to another as well. I feel their eggs hatching and the maggots writhing within. But... at least it doesn't hurt anymore.[/spoiler]
RE: I wrote a little thing - Jade Harley - 04-27-2017
Hoooo boy. A little squicky, but a unique concept to toy with. Nice!