You pick the feeling of restlessness out of the jumble, focusing on it and trying to block out the others. It becomes stronger and the other feelings fade. Much better, the pressure, the burning in your mind lessens, replaced by a cool, seeping sensation. Your chest still hurts, but you think you can stand now....in fact, you’re sure you have to. Not sure why, just definitely have to stand. You stagger painfully to your feet. Definitely have to run. So you run. Where? In. Yes, towards the noise is good. And there was a something important, not sure what. Run more. Fast...faster...everything is a blur. You slam into, through, a wall. Silly. There is a door right? Somewhere. Have to run, move, move, move. Focus is hard, impossible, except for the things you just know you have to do. Twitch, twitch, fidget. The noise! Right! Run again.
It’s here. Surrounded by crumpled and broken possessions, splintered walls. This is important, you think this is important maybe. That this should matter. There are people. Dead. Crumpled and broken like the room. This was important to you think. Can’t remember why. There was something. Fidget, fidget. The monster steps through the TV as it turns to you. Monster? No. Mouros. Yes. Yes, yes, yes, that is the name, because the first girl was Spanish. Yes. Araceli was cursed. Fidget. You need to kill it, as sure as day follows night. Thunder rumbles, so does the creature. It needs to kill you.
It swings at you, like before. You’re fast now. Move, move, move. It misses by a mile but hits more supports. They don’t fall near you but a tile slides in from the crumbling roof and strikes your shoulder. Pain! The pain is a shock. The Mouros charges like a hulking bear as you stand startled. Move! Not enough time to dodge, you slam straight into its forelimb and tear through it. Concrete and glass and branches breaking and twisting. Doesn’t hurt. Shoulder hurts still, chest hurts still, but nothing new. Shift, fidget, are you breathing too fast? Its roar is inorganic, the shifting and grinding of stone and steel. Damaged more than hurting. Move, move, move, have to kill it. Tear it apart. You slam into it again. Again, again, again. Is there a better way? Doesn’t matter. Kill. Kill, kill, kill. Fleshless. Shadows and garbage, but it can die.
It doesn’t so much stop as it is torn to pieces. Yes. Yes, yes, yes. Now. Need to find more to kill. Anything, another would be best but anything will do. To the street. There was something important... not now. Sure you’ll remember. The power is out but it’s still twilight, you can see a little. A terrified face peeks out a window. Yes, that will do, there first. Fast, just like before, you hit the wall and go straight through, tearing cables and plasterboard. Screams. Movement out of the corner of your eye. Something important, you turn, a colourful parrot flutters in the air. The people huddle, stagger, run. Away from you. You watch the parrot. There are a thousand others like it, but somehow this one is special. You know it. Like you’ve known everything before.
“Hiya” says the bird.
Yes. You’re sure.
You really.
REALLY.
Want to kill that bird.
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If it's not some sort of secret, who are you jointed to in this joint project?
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