leothefox

Chapter 38: Aberration Atlas heard the screaming. That’s all he ever listened to these days. Soldiers ripped limb from limb, breathing out their last. It was just one more death, a privilege they were yet afforded so close to the umbilical cord—better than the alternative. The mother looked at him. A moment of clarity reflected in her eyes, her pale sickly fingers wrapping around his waist and pinning his arms. There was a flash and then a single tear sprung from her as if what was once human pushed through the madness blossoming into horrific realization. She was a monster. It lasted only an instant, the sights, sounds, and smells so unbearable that madness was a preferable alternative. Bliss in oblivion, ignorant of her sins. There was nothing more the woman could do, her body puppeteer’d by a different master. Death, what singular bliss would bring her more joy? Atlas struggled against his bindings, biting his tongue and straining his muscles, his neck bulging and