章 163: CHPT 163: Unleashed.
Negativity is an interesting thing. Sometimes you can use it as fuel for a good cause— as many compelling Heroes do. As everybody should do. Other times it uses you as fuel— in a way. Eating away at your mind and feeding off of loss after loss after loss like your own personal plague.
Usually that anger, that disgust, rage, whatever it is. Usually, it consumes you for a moment in time, causing you to lash out on everything in one way or another until that fuel runs out. And you shed— at least some of that negativity like a snake shedding it's skin. It's gone, left behind only to reform again and grow until it can no longer. A healthy cycle some would say.
Some people do neither. Claude did neither. Sure he dabbled in both categories, but something much worse was happening to him on the outside and behind his violent green eyes. There was progressively less and less time for him to let loose and shed the skin of negativity that enveloped him completely. There was no cycle. Only permanence.
The anxiety, the sadness, the fear, the hatred. It was festering and feeding on him like a pack of starving wolves fighting to get the best pieces of a long dead moose. And today, it consumed him and piloted his mind completely in response to his own personal Demons— and the Demons waiting outside the cabin. The cabin filled with the bodies of innocents. The bodies they purposefully let him find in some form of a sick joke.
He wasn't able to keep his first promise. But he was damn sure he'd keep his second.
***
The Most Malevolent Race on Earth. What an understatement.
The HellBred Arachnoid faced the front of the cabin, a wicked sneer plastered across its greyish black skinned face while its eyes excitedly watched the building.
The 6 regular Arachnoids abandoned their game of chase with the Phantom Wolves after their leader called them over. They all stood watching. Only one truly enjoying every moment. Only one being able to truly feel the horror and rage the Hero inside felt.
This was all the purpose. No longer only craving human and animal meat— the HellBred Arachnoid now craved despair. It craved all things wrong against the Humans like a zombie craved flesh. It thrived on it, the needle wound where the HellBreeder stabbed it burned and pulsed like a wave of fire as the Hero's horror inside the cabin grew.
"HSSKAAA!!" It roared in delight as another horn broke free from beneath the skin on the right side of its forehead. It's power was growing.
After the intense spasms of heat finished, the Arachnoid realized it was deathly silent. Before, it could hear the Hero's quieted gasps as he stumbled and sloshed around inside the blood and guts filled room, but now. Nothing.
"AAAAARRRRGH!" Out of nowhere, the man inside bellowed in pain. First sounding like the cries of a man but progressively changing into something inhuman.
Immediately after the roar of pain, the cringeworthy sounds of flesh tearing and bones snapping echoed from the building. Followed by continuous screams that were slowly becoming roars. Slowly becoming howls.
The Arachnoids behind their leader flinched in response to a volley of vibrations threatening to fry their senses. They lacked the hearing their leader gained from the HellBreeder. Lucky for them in more ways than one.
Howls. They were everywhere. But not just howls. Birds cried from the night sky, elusive felines hissed and snarled joined by snakes and carnivorous rodents, it was everything. It seemed like all the predators of the wild joined in on the failed Hero's hateful howls until it was all just one continuous roar that threatened to level the village.
Suddenly it stopped. But he could hear the animals that surrounded them like an angry mob, just waiting to attack.
Fwoo!
Something flew out of the cabin window in front of them, startling them all as it hit the ground in front of them. It was clothes....armor and weapons. The last thing to land in the pile were 4 Bronze Hero tags stained with dirt and old blood.
CRACK!
The Arachnoids attention was taken from the clothes and personal belongings as something punched through the wall of the cabin. It was a hand. A dark skinned hand covered in thick rope-like veins and impossibly dark fur. The fingers curled and it's claws dug into the wall, crushing the wood in its hands to dust as its breathing picked up, turning into throaty snarls. The animals joined, raising the somber sound to a higher degree of intimidation.
Fwsh!
Suddenly the hand disappeared, back inside the cabin of horror. The Arachnoid strained its eyes just in time to see through the hole. Just in time to see something moving inside.
Thump....thump..thump...CRASHHH!!
"Kshksks!" The Arachnoids stumbled back reflexively as the wall exploded from something blowing through to get outside.
Boom!
Something landed in front of them, among the clutter of wood, dust and glass.
It all settled just in time to see the monster raising to its full height.
What stood in front of them was something they'd never seen. As it got up from one knee it became decipherable. It was some monstrous mixture between man, wolf and monster. The powerful muscles in its arms rippled as it flexed its claws and fingers. White spirals of smoke flowed from its hulking shoulders and legs as if it was born from fire.
Once it reached its full height, it towered over the other Arachnoids and stared down its leader at eye level through its wild mane of midnight black hair.
The Wolf monster snarled at them all when suddenly, the animals moved.
Snakes slithered across the grass silently, followed by wild cats of all shapes and sizes. Coyotes and Wolves trotted through the grass with their ears flat against their heads and teeth bared. Birds screeched from the skies as they dive bombed and perched on the cabin or simply hovered above the monster facing the Arachnoids.
The last to enter were the Phantom Wolves with expressions of anger matching every other predator in the village. They circled around their leader while black smoke poured from their mouths and bodies infinitely.
Out of nowhere the wind picked up and it somehow got darker as if the sun was gone completely. The Phantom Wolves that circled him were now a tornado of darkness that hid the monster they faced, continuing to spin and snarl inside until the smoke suddenly dissipated.
The Phantom Legion now stood behind the Wolf monster. It growled angrily while Smokey projections of additional heads broke free from its original head, soundlessly snarling and howling at the moon above.
The circumstances were different now. It was no longer man vs. monster. Instead, it was monster vs. monster. One backed by 6 of its own kind and the other backed by all the predators of the forest.
Absolute violence was no longer on the horizon. It was here, and their was no escape.
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