More late night writing rubbish.
Recounted by The Invigilator.
A small object scurried about on the hardwood floor as the male seated nearby noticed the movement from the corner of his eye. Fascinated by the miniature creature, he rose from his seat to squat down in order to get a closer view of the insect whom he caught traveling across his living room floors.
Visually described to be somewhere in-between a Spider and a scorpion, coming from an Arachnid class on insects, with a hard exoskeleton and tentacles coming from the mouth of the Arachnid.
The inquisitive male, Jeffrey, lowered his hand to rest on the floor, allowing the creature to crawl upon him and travel up his arm. He then stood and observed the insect’s odd movement, staggering as if it had survived a previous squash attempt. His observation was then interrupted as he was brought to complete shock when the insect quickly dug into his skin and continued his travels throughout the inner-forearm area.
Jeffrey scratched at his forearm in hopes that the insect would return to the surface so he could either toss him out of the window or flush him down the toilet, tearing into the small opening if his forearm that was made after the insect’s entrance into the inner-body. Jeff’s arm began to bleed as he frantically clawed away at himself in attempt to capture the scorpion-like creature.
With no luck, Jeffrey turned In the direction of the kitchen, staring at a sharp kitchen knife that he’d used earlier in the evening. He dashed into the kitchen, grabbed the object, and without any hesitation of second-thoughts, began tearing into his own arm while screaming in agony. He began to hear the creature’s movements throughout his body before fainting from shock on the kitchen floor.
“… So then what happened?” A young pale-skinned redhead woman asked while sitting on the couch with her legs crossed and tucked under her, a little over an hour after the spider incident had occurred. Jeff paced back and forth in the living room, scratching his close-shaven cut dark-brown hair while trying to figure out if what he seen was real or a figment of his imagination.
“I started to slice into my arm–” he said while holding his heavily-bandaged forearm near his face. “– to stop the damned thing from crawling around under my skin!” His frightened tone and trembling hands began to convince the redhead, who at-first thought of the situation as a poorly-thought-out attempt to get her over to his place. Now believing him to be high on prescription drugs, Marie, the redhead, rises from the couch to comfort her one-time ex boyfriend with a warm hug and double-d-cup breast pressed against his chest.
Though she’d like to close the issue as being nothing but hallucinations as a result to a prescription drug side effect, she became more concerned once she seen the soaked blood print seeping through the bandage covering his wounded forearm.
It wouldn’t hurt to kiss him for comfort— her thoughts before maneuvering back a few inches to gently place her warm lips upon his, feeling the tremors through his bottom jaw, coming from absolute fear. He then snapped out of this frightened state and leaned forward into another kiss. They began to make-out passionately until Marie abruptly backed away, pushing him in the process.
“What’s your deal?” She asked while pressing her index and middle fingers onto her bottom lip. Blood had been drawn from what looked to had been a bite mark that broke through her skin.
“I just wanted to share something with you.” Jeffrey said in a nonchalant manner, staring at her as if he were expecting a certain reaction that he may have fantasized about.
“You don’t just go biting people,” she said. “What were you hoping to do by doing that?”
Jeffrey seemed apathetic while standing in a paused state, similar to a pillar in the center of a building floor. He stood motionless while observing the redhead.
“I caught that bug, by the way.” He said to his ex-girlfriend. “It was simple and effortless, as if he wanted me to catch him.”
Marie began to rub her face in discomfort. “Oh really, what did it look like?” She asked while showing signs of fatigue.
“You tell me, you’re looking at it.” Jeffrey replied, which caused Marie to become as alarmed as she was when she first heard the news of what happened that night.
Jeffrey then followed his comment with a forced smile. “How do you feel?” He asked.
Just as Marie began to notice that something wasn’t right, it was too late, as she began to feel something crawl around in her face, traveling toward her skull and settling after a rough and disturbing crunch sound that could be heard by Jeffrey himself.
“I now have control of the vessel. Permission to continue the mission.” Marie spoke in a tone and fashion similar to a military soldier receiving orders.
“Begin with outside interaction.” Jeffrey replied before watching Marie leave the apartment. Jeff then sat back onto his seat and set his attention on a news program on television. The report of an unidentified insect being found in several areas of the world. He further enjoyed the program as many more insects began to travel under his skin throughout his face.
© Written by Christopher L. Bacon