Chimera - Chapter 5
#5 of Mental Critters
Warning: if you don't like blood, pass alongEven more tension, but the fateful moment is coming.
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5. Flayed alive
When something itches, we all have the reflex to scratch ourselves. Jack was scratching himself for everything and nothing. Even if he didn't need it, he had to scratch. That's why his wrists were covered with grazes.
That night again, he was scratching himself. Even though he did it with his claws, he kept going. Even the blood was starting to get out of his skin, it kept going. Then he stopped and checked the condition of his wrists. Of course, they are bleeding, but nothing serious. Disinfectant, bandage, and be done with it.
Despite his injuries, he is so used to this activity that he felt no more pain. He even fascinated. How was such a viscous, messy liquid so important to keep itself alive? We learned that at school, but it always captivated him. However, his reflections were interrupted by the ringing of the telephone. Immediately, he grabbed the device and picked up.
"Hello?"
"Damn it Jack, where are you? It's almost time!" Fabian cursed.
"Where I am? I'm home, but you're funny, though."
"My word, that's what I thought it was. You forgot the party, actually?"
"No, I didn't forget, it's just... I don't feel like go there." The feline tried to soften his colleague.
"THEN NO! It's been one month I'm talking about it, so you won't stand me up today."
"No, but Fabian--"
"NO BUTS! I'll pick you up on seven minutes..."
"Rah, listen--"
"So, you're better off finding yourself at the entrance of your building, and look presentable."
"Fabian, please--"
"Alright, see you!"
"Fabian, list-- BIIIIP! OH SHIT!"
Frustrated to not able to fight back, he threw his cell phone next to him, and sighed with annoyance. Why did he agree to accompany him? To keep his friend quiet, no doubt. As a result, he had to pay the price for this act of kindness. So, he sighed by putting his paws on his face.
Then suddenly he recalled that he was in his underwear, his mane was a mess, his wrists dripping with blood. And that his colleague was about to arrive. Not only did he have to get dressed to go out, but he also had to cover up his wounds to avoid raising suspicion. And he would've gone without this.
"I guess I'll have to change now... Aah, what a pain in the ass." He growled, by getting up from the sofa.