“I do this for He that dwells in the Deepest Darkness.”
She smiled, and around her lips were stains of red like the maul of a feasting wolf. In slow motion her mouth was filled with the barrel of the gun. Then time speed back up in an explosion of sound that shattered our ears with a show of horror and gore.
Where her face should of continued past the bridge of her nose instead exploded into waving tentacles, each alive and moving with their own will. They were thicker than our fingers and longer then her hair had been. We did not know if the bullet that should have killed her had instead birthed the monster from her skull where it had been waiting all this time, or if some unseen force had spirited her body away and replaced it with this poor impersonation.
Things began to fade from the hellish nightmare into a murky black, our bodies falling limp at her feet. Somewhere something was talking with words we could not understand, yet pursed into her minds like needles on the flesh.
From the Deepest Darkness… He is coming.
Inspired by: http://fantasio.deviantart.com/art/Call-of-Cthulhu-145381654
