Death in Decision

Trigger Warning: death, gore, and murder.

Black eyes stare at me through the green night, a thundering boom shattering the wind into broken pieces and leaving everything in silence. I can only watch as the beast stalks closer, a sort of mewling growl emanating from its throat. My feet stuck to the tiled cement, my eyes connected to the darkest of eyes that bore into me. I could feel a sense of psychic connection between us, the growling echoing in my head, a warning, a reminder. I am nothing but prey, my role to simply await the beasts’ decision of whether I am worthy of life or not. A sense of fulfillment begins to reside in my chest, despite the growing fear as the slight clicks of the creature’s claws draw near. 

I can feel something snap, and the eyes I’ve been looking into widen, as I believe the creature smiles, but I cannot bring myself to check its gaping mouth and black-blood dripping jaws. The thought hits me, clear in my mind as if the creature itself had said it to me: it’s made its decision. I close my eyes, but I don’t hear its clicks anymore. I don’t hear anything until the agonizing pain rips through my body, my neck torn from my body as I sink into despair, the only consolation I feel as the world draws into darkness: at least, I was worthy of this.