Chapter 8- When you gaze at the abyss....

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They were gazing at each other, their world became one, as they would not let go of sight of each other. Unfortunately for one of them, it was not a locked world between lovers but hunter and prey. Nay, it was worse than that. When you gaze because you feel a gaze on you and you look back, and unfortunately you gaze too much that find out that the abyss was gazing back. For our unfortunate gazer, ignorance was bliss because now the world he is locked on is a world where his spirit is broken in fear and his mind is terrifying accepting its end, as his world has become the eyes of the abyss. The eyes of the abyss were terrifying for it could only reflect a bottomless unknown sea below the void. An uncharted void yet it could be called absolute, for this abyss it might be a different kind of absolute but for this gazer in the state of panic could only think of absolute fear, a pure and raw cruelty.

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He was ready to close his jaws, in a sharp and fast motion when he was about to feel like he just bit into a hedgehog, one that exploded in his mouth. The explosion was not big, it was quite small but it did quite a number in his mouth. First, he felt a bunch of pointy things, then a small explosion with a horrible aftertaste. He was gagging and throwing up with tears in his eyes like he was just spraying with tear gas. He had this horrible acrylic-metallic taste in his mouth, throat, and tongue that even with the gagging it would not let go and decide to mix it itself with the throw-up aftertaste. His eyes would not stop crying as he kept feeling hard pounds on his chest. He was regenerating slowly as his jaws would stop bleeding. But when he finally regained composure it was way too late. While he was gagging and in pain, the boy with such cruel imagination decided to put his plan in motion. He came behind the wolf and stabbed one of the nails of the claws of the severed hand on the neck of the wolf. To be precise he stabbed the C2, the second cervical vertebrae called the axis, which gives the movement or rotation between the skull and the atlas or C!. Severed injury to the C2 can cause death or paralysis. When the Wolf finally regains his composure it was in this moment, and it has been checkmate because he just draw the unlucky number and he felt to his knees, and then he fell flat on the floor, our brand new protagonist decided to be merciless without doubt and nail each one of his nails that he bought with a hammer. They were 2-1/2 “ pallet nails and he accurately like a master carpenter nails down every single vertebrae starting with the cervical to the spinal and moving to the lumbar vertebrae. Then he got rope which he carefully disassembled to get a small lining and tie it around the nails and form a line. He then went and grabbed a pallet put in his spine and reform the rope and nailed it down on the floor at the ends of the rope to make sure the pallet would be steady. Now it would take some time for the regeneration to take out the nails. He left the C1 intact in the hope of not damaging the brain and his pain sensors but then again he did nail from C2 to the last lumbar vertebrae, so somehow the Wolf was still conscious and able to feel. When he was being hammered down the Wolf understood, he was prey and was not taken out by a predator but by a hunter. Humanity at its cruelest. Giving their jaws and claws for imagination and creating tools to succeed in greater violence. He also understood now why the nails were penetrating his hyde now. The boy had songs for alchemy or forging or blacksmithing. He was able to reforge the materials of objects and excel in them in their density and sharpness. This nail won’t last, he sacrificed the longevity of the nail shape for the sake of penetration and durability to the force momentarily. ‘I see so that is why the nail was able to pierce my foot. That is why the piece of the sword was able to sever my hand. That is why his arm exploded, he stabbed himself with pieces of swords on his left arm and reinforced them until the material did not last and reached a certain frequency and shatter around my mouth. He must put one of my claws inside his arm, so when I bite I would not be able to fully take the bite and get wounded with my penetration claws and my mouth kept bleeding. He must have put some sort of gas and when it shattered, the gas exploded in my mouth. The nasty combination of the gas, throw up and blood would keep me on gagging and then he would stab me with a claw on my neck, which would stop me from recuperating from my paralysis. My poison works against me. This kid thought of it so fast. He analyses me so fast. He was so accustomed to fighting this level of threat. I’m glad I did not fight on my land, this monster’s wrath would have devastated through the whole land. This monster ending me here is much better than taking his rage elsewhere. Wolves dress like sheep to hunt other sheep. But this monster dresses like a kid to pretend to be human.’ is what the wolf shaking and terrified thought as he could only ‘felt’ the monster preparing to immobilize and making sure the prey stayed that way. He could not stop crying, he had failed his tribe, he had failed his granddaughter from having to step up and carry such heavy burdens of his tribe....but worst of all fear kept hammering into his body. He never felt death so real, so unfair, so violent like this moment. He cannot scream but he makes some sounds as someone reaps his lower jaws out. “A...aaaa.....a.a..aaa”, they are the sounds of a crying mutt being treated like an object and not a living being. They are so extremely discomforting. There was no need for what is happening next, after all our tiny monster has already won. After he rips the jaw, his friends are frozen stiff. Thoughts like, ‘People are capable of things like...that?’, ‘He...Icaros....is...he is Icaros...right?’. Confusion, fear, shock, anxiety, and disconformity pass through their bodies. He then grabs a piece of a blade and shoves his fist inside the beast’s mouth. The jaw is regenerating yet he continues through his Larynx and the esophagus until he believes his close to the heart and rips the esophagus out, lets the blade go, and grabs the heart as he locks eyes. The beast locks eyes with the monster. The prey locks eyes with the hunter. Nay, an unfortunate terrified soul finally realizes, that the abyss is staring back, and his heart trembles as the abyss caresses his heart. He is regenerating as this moment happens and the tissue is trying to cut through the tissue of the foreign object but this object has a higher level of regeneration and is not being expulse out. As he has now become the world of the abyss, and the abyss has become his world, his world has become one of eternal fear. Eternity for him is until death tears them apart, but his greatest fear is that even in death, his last image is that of this monster. Will his granddaughter meet the monster? He has awakened it, and the monster can only rage in the cruelest of ways. And he cannot do anything to stop it. His world is in fear. He is crying, sweating, and pissing himself. He is not at fault, after all a world of pure fear, is engraved in despair that catches you in the endless sea of the void, as the madness of the unknowns caresses your heart and grips it, plays with it then squishes mercilessly as that becomes the last image that follows you even in the next world.