A Tale of Rust and Flesh ~ Part 9

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	The elevator cage shook and shuddered as the top of the elevator made itself visible. With a clank, the elevator reached the top. The elevator cage opened with a creak, and the monster from below stepped out. Kris swung his weapon again in preparation to defend himself.

	The monster stood at least two heads taller than Kris, but its frame was slim and malnourished. Its belly bulged outwards as if it had just finished a feast, and dried blood caked its mouth and chest. It was completely naked, and sagged breasts along with the slit in its groin signified that it was female. Her stance was predatory, but deceitfully calm and welcoming.

	Two dark, dust coated spots stuck out like a sore thumb on her head where horns likely used to be. She had a a shuddering snout, with two nostrils rhythmically flaring with each strained breath. Her eyelids were peeled back with what looked to be fishhooks tied to an apparatus affixed to the back of her head. Her eyes themselves lied within two dark sockets, joined by dark bags underneath. Her pupils were dilated to the point that the whites of her eyes were only barely visible.

	Her teeth were a rotten yellow turned orange from a slimy red mixture of saliva and blood coating each tooth. The teeth were crooked and misplaced as if she were a teenager that neglected to wear braces until it was too late. Her tongue was a sickly gray, covered in strings of stringy and dehydrated saliva.

	Her clawed hands were coated in the same blood that stained her mouth and chest. Each hand quivered in anticipation, waiting impatiently to rip and tear into anything they could find. Kris could swear that he saw what looked like rotten meat underneath her claws.

	Two floppy, matted ears dangled on the sides of her head. They looked as if the skin would give way at any moment, allowing them to finally drop to the floor. A yellow substance circled around where the ear-hole likely was, which could be guessed to be earwax.

	It looked like Kris' mother, Toriel, but a horrifically malformed version of her. Kris took a step back, and looked at the caprine monstrosity. She only looked at him with an authoritarian glare, filled with disappointment and anger. Kris stopped swinging his lock and chain as he observed the monster in front of him.

	His breathing grew unsteady as Kris struggled to comprehend the sight before him. He hadn't seen anything that resembled anyone from Hometown up until this point, but he knew better than to welcome the monster staring him down with open arms. Kris gripped the chain tighter than he had been before, and readied himself.

	The beast resembling Toriel quickened her breathing as her face twitched in anger. All of the pain that wracked the monster induced by the fishhooks or her missing horns only fueled the rage and malice stirring within her cold heart. With a stomp, the monster took her first step out of the elevator.

	Kris flinched at the sound of matted fur striking metal, but he kept himself composed as best he could. The monster took another loud step, and then another, beginning to grunt and wheeze with every movement. As the monstrosity continued to close the gap between her and Kris, the human began to swing his weapon again on instinct.

	Without warning, the disfigured matriarch barreled down the hallway as she swung her arms back and forth with each step. Kris immediately backed away with a startled yelp. He stopped when he felt the lock scrape the wall behind him. This action he took in stopping as not to hinder his weapon made him realize how ready he was to defend himself, even against what looked like his own mother.

	Kris' heart pounded against his rib-cage like a drum, and adrenaline surged through his veins. His forehead was drenched with sweat, and his toes pressed themselves into the sweltering metal in anticipation and fear. His eyes instinctively clenched tight as Kris slung the lock forward just as the horror approached him, extending a blood-stained claw.

	The lock impacted her snout with a dull thud, causing her to reel back with a cry. She clasped where the lock had struck her with both hands as tears welled up within her dry eyes. A visible dent was imprinted into her snout with a fragment of bone jutting out, barely breaking her skin. The monster screamed at the agony stabbing into her snout.

	Kris swung again, and the lock found its way to the left side of her head, but this time with much more force. A gray gash was left in the improvised flail's wake as the beast stumbled backwards, now clutching two wounds with both hands. Just as Kris was about to land a third blow, the matriarch caught the chain with a hand and yanked inwards.

	Kris, caught off guard, found himself crashing into the hot metal floor. The mud that caked his body was the one thing that prevented his skin from being seared against burning steel. A dull pain pulsed through Kris' head as he felt the monster snatch him by the hair and yank him upwards. Kris let go of the chain to grab at the hand grabbing his hair, prompting the monster to pull it away from his arm and drop it on the floor.

	Kris let out a pained grunt just before he felt the other hand grab his throat and smash him into the wall. The building itself rattled, and Kris was barely able to let out a choked cough as a red thumb pierced his skin with a sharp fingernail. The pressure against his throat was immense, betraying the monster's frail appearance. His hands gripped the arm holding him in place as his nails dug into her fur, but it was no use.

	Kris had felt a playful stranglehold once or twice from Susie that left him with a red face and tears in his eyes, but the choke-hold currently pinning him against a fervorous wall left him unable to breathe. The nail was only being pushed further into his yellow flesh, sending a small stream of blood down his chest. Saliva dribbled down his chin as Kris grit his teeth and fought ferociously to find a single breath.

	In an act of desperation, a foot found its way into the monster's ribs. Still holding onto her prey, the monstrosity doubled over and recoiled upon impact with a wheeze. Now able to find his footing, Kris threw a punch into the throat of the sick impersonation of his mother. Kris kicked one of her knees at an odd angle, causing an audible pop and a muscle-spasm.

	At last, the monster's hand released Kris' throat, allowing him to finally inhale the uncomfortably warm air. Kris gasped and wheezed, holding his throat and massaging where a bruise would eventually form. Kris watched as the monster squirmed on the ground, screaming and clutching her knee.

	The screams reverberated through the hall with a painfully high volume. Each wail caused Kris to wince in discomfort and pain. However, when he felt his elbow brush up against something warm and wet, he got a sadistic idea.

	Kris found the source of the warm, wet feeling; the eyeball creature inside the wall. The edges of the hole it resided in were still as sharp and jagged as it was when he found it. The creature itself was easily pierced by the edges, judging by the amount of bodily fluids leaking from where its flesh made contact with metal.

	With a mild hesitation, Kris gripped the mass of flesh and yanked downwards. Blood spilled onto the floor with a splash, sending scorching droplets of body fluid onto his chest, face, and legs. The blood pooled around his feet, burning his skin. Kris pushed past the pain and yanked again, this time ripping it backwards towards him.

	The sound of flesh ripping apart as bone cracked and separated from exposed muscle sickened Kris, but he was already in too deep to stop now. The same sweltering blood spewed out with a gradually decreasing amount of pressure. Shredded tendons and pieces of loose meat dangled out of the large laceration below.

	With a third yank backwards, the creature's body threatened to break in half, but it only weakly held itself together with bones and tendons. The wet squishing and stretching filled the hears of all that resided within the hallway, continuing to instill nausea within the frantic human. Kris continued to pull against the resistance keeping the dead creature together, but yanking it apart was a slow process.

	Just as the caprine miscreation found a shaky foothold, one final rip and a bang against a metal wall behind Kris signaled to all within earshot that the final tendon ripped in half. The sack of meat held within Kris' moist, burning hands messily splashed into its own puddle of blood and curdled pus. Kris released his grip on the hot sack of flesh and made a mad dash towards the chain and lock.

	The beast tried to rush its prey down, but one footstep on her recently injured knee sent her tumbling down with another cry of pain that would be followed by more screams. Kris acquired the chain and briefly wrapped it around his arm. The chain itself was now soaked in the searing bodily fluids from the floor, but Kris couldn't find it in him to care anymore.

	Kris approached the squirming, crying mess on the floor and brought his lock down onto her head. He intended to fracture her skull, but the lock only found itself striking the apparatus that had forced her eyes open. With a clang and a click, the machine broke, and the pull of the fishhooks relaxed..

	She tore the fishhooks themselves out of her eyelids and closed her eyes for the first time in ages. However, this moment of cathartic blindness was short lived as Kris grabbed the machine that had plagued her and used it to pull her forwards. Confused and pained vocalizations fell of deaf ears as Kris managed to drag her along the floor.

	The monster cried out again as her fur soaked with hot blood, but nearly stopped when Kris ceased dragging her along. She was about to get on her knees, grab Kris' scarred arm, and rip it open just like it had been once before, but her head was yanked upwards. She gasped when she realized what was about to happen.

	Kris grabbed her snout, keeping her mouth closed, and gripped the apparatus affixed to her head with his left hand and shoved her head into the hole. She squirmed and struggled, but to little avail. Her entire body felt weak from the pain in her leg, sapping her of her strength. The monster felt the sweltering metal pierce her throat as Kris shoved her head downwards.

	As the metal burned the inside of her throat, the caprine abomination flailed wildly in an attempt to break free. She felt Kris' hands grip the top of her snout and the sadistic cranial machine, and yank her head to the right. Kris heard her throat rip open, spilling saliva and small particles of dust fell to the floor.

	Kris pulled her mangled throat away from the metal and tossed her to the floor. She gripped her destroyed jugular and found herself unable to breathe. She looked into Kris' face to see him scowling, but there was a faint hint of satisfaction within his eyes. His mouth was agape with heavy breathing, and his nostrils flared.

	One last time, the matriarch closed her eyes as her vision faded. She couldn't see him anymore, nor did she want to. Her muscles relaxed in defeat, and she felt her very being disintegrate into dust.

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