"Possession"

by -l- Twerp -l-

Everything seems distant after the Invasion Lord Drake sunk his teeth into my chest. I only feel a dull burning where the skin around the bite mark opened. Why does everything else seem so far away except this annoying burning? I feel myself being dragged into my truck bed. The only reason I can tell it is the truck is by the divots in the bed applying pressure to awkward lines along my back. I can’t help but chuckle out loud while my mind floats into a delirium of pleasure from the burning.

“Joey!”

Who’s calling me? Leave a message at the tone. I’m too far away from the phone to reach it. My eyes start to feel like they are being pulled to the center of my head. To make my dream worse, my eyes started to get irritated by some unknown force. Water seeps from my tear ducts to ease the irritation. It does not hurt, but I am crying.

“Go to Mirra! Mirra will know what to do. Hurry!”

“I’ll be back, Joey, with a cure. I promise.”

My mouth turns dry with a foul taste. I try to wash the taste away with my saliva, but it lingers. It felt like the moisture I wanted in my mouth merely came out of the millions of pours in my body in an oily ick. I feel thousands of hands caressing me. I know it cannot be real, but I start to twitch and fidget trying to escape the ghostly touches. A dull pain enters my head and makes what was once light, feel heavy. I force my eyes to shut tighter as a throbbing sensation began a haunting beat. The pain enters where the burning of the bite mark still plagues causing me to convulse to try to stop it from continuing. I’m dead. I’m dying. I’ve died. This is hell. The devil is touching each and every one of my limbs, causing nothing but pain.

“What’s happening to him Wade!?”

“Erika, grab his arm and leg. Hold him down. We can’t let him hurt himself.”

Limbs that held nothing but the pain suddenly have pressure applied to them. I feel my world closing in on me. I can’t register anything but pain. I scream. I cry. I fight against those who hold me down. I just want to run. Run far away from this pain. Why won’t they let me go? They are keeping me where the pain is. Seconds turn to minutes. Minutes turn to hours. I never cease my struggle and cries.

“I’m back. How is he? Mirra sent this bottle with me. She said it should reverse this.”

A cool liquid fills my parched mouth. I struggle still against the foreign hands trying to kill me with poison. I feel it trickle down my throat and all falls silent. The throbbing stopped. The pains stopped. I open my eyes slowly to see the faces of my friends. “I had one hell of a nightmare,” was all I could muster to say.