BornAndTorn Chapter 9

Seeing the mole closing in on me, in the dim light, my brain suddenly went blank . After that state passed it was already too late to dodge the attack of the mole . Throwing my body to the side and putting my arms in front of my body to avoid as much damage as possible, I still feel the moles 5 nails tearing away some flesh of my right arm .

The mole did not leave me any time to breathe and launches itself again . This time having learned my lesson I try to push myself into his direction and then use my already injured arm as cover . while trying to launch an attack with my left hand . My right arm was forced back by the impact . Feeling my fist connecting, I use my right arm to gain some distance by pulling myself back .

AdvertisementThe mole does not even look fazed in any kind of way . My first seem to not deal any damage, maybe if my force is not enough I will have to use the mole's strength to my advantage . Looking at my right arm, I see a bloody mess that was once a normal looking arm . Luckily it is just the surface but at most I can only risk one more slash before it tears apart my muscles . Forcing myself to ignore the burning sensation of my right arm . I crawl towards the nearest wall, the mole did not wait for me and starts his next attack . After using my right arm as a cover again, I grab the mole, which was as big as myself and use the force of his attack to guide him head first into the next wall .

The mole looked a bit shaken but there was no blood or any sign of injury on the mole . I can't kill that thing, my right arm is now dangling beside me and there is no possible way to kill that monster in front of me . Wanting to take advantage out of the state the mole currently is in . I begin to crawl away as fast as possible from that creature . There was no looking back, just the anxiety about this encounter and the only possible outcome that was death . It did not take long until the mole would catch up with me . But not even 4 seconds later I can feel something sinking in my left calves . The pain shot into my brain and I turn around with the help of my left arm .

There was the mole, having its teeth deeply sunk into the flesh . Its claws were currently trying to push the teeth out of my flash . Why can't just let me be, what did I do wrong here?

In a fit of rage, I use my only functional arm, to pull my left leg towards me, pressing the mole, which teeth were still stuck in it, onto me . I positioned myself so I can use my left leg to slowly suffocate this piece of shit . Using every ounce of strength that my little body has to offer, I keep on pulling on my already broken leg, at first the muscles and tendons resisted but because I could not care any less about future repercussions, they ended up broken and torn apart as well . The mole was still trying to push itself out of its entrapment, but it had sunk its teeth too deep into my left calves .

My brain was overstimulated under the influence of the nerves onslaught of signals, still, I did not care . If it continued like that, I would bleed out sooner or later, but I did not care . Even if I would survive the loss of blood, my wounds would most likely infect and I would die due to a sepsis, but I did not care . I do not care about everything at the moment, only that this creature has to die, of that I will take care .

Time passed slowly, but the mole was slowly getting weaker and weaker . I still did not let go, I want to feel its last breath leaving its body . Leaving just an empty hollow corpse devoid of any life .

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After a long straining fight, the sound of a broken windpipe marks the end of a fight . A cruel grin appears on the face of the baby . The battlefield was soaked with the blood of the baby but it did not seem to mind . The baby moves to the closest wall made of stone, and sits up against it, with the mole still being stuck to his calves . A long sigh escaped his lips afterward he just chuckled for close to a minute before slowly closing his eyes, for it looked like to be the very last time for him to do so .

Knocking on death's door, the eggs of the bugs that were growing inside of him were born and moving inside of his body . They were approaching and mending wounds, closing them .

But this process would take a long time and the baby would not see the light of the day any time soon .

Chapter end