Exclusive Excerpt from Seeing Red: Interlude

by T.C. Orton

As I looked at the thing staring back at me in Benjamin’s reflective lenses, I felt the weight of my humanity lift. My essence, my individuality, my wants and needs and aspirations… All of it gone, all of it meaningless. And in it’s wake, a monster took hold; a monster with eyes like fire, skin like ash, and nails like knives.

I was free, and in my freedom, I gained some profound knowledge.

I was going to tear them to shreds. I was going to revel in their deaths. I was going to slaughter them both, drain them of their innards, and walk away with a smile on my face.

“Sorry, Benjamin,” I grinned as the pulse devoured me. “Dying here wouldn’t be fitting for a prince.”  

Before he could retaliate; before he could formulate a retort, I rammed my fist into his throat. Not around, not a grip, not a hold, but into his throat. I wore his neck like a glove and felt his insides sloshing between my fingers. Then, I raised him up, and watched as blood oozed out around my hand. 

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