Post by TheEpicFox on Jun 30, 2013 4:17:38 GMT
The moonlight scalded the eroded ground, lightning up what appeared to be a gash in the earth. It looked as if some large giant had literally taken too ends of it and ripped it apart like paper. The crack was widening; slowly, but definitely widening. Two glowing eyes appeared in the dark abyss of the hole. A dry cackle filled the night as one claw sunk into the rock, making a deep gouge in the earth. More claws soon emerged, planting themselves into the rock as if it were perfectly natural. Blinking, a fox emerged--one that looked in terrible shape. Chunks of flesh were missing from the fox as he crept along, panting feverishly. He looked as if he was held together by thousands of bleeding stitches, and where flesh was missing one could see rotting bone.
Patchwerk took a deep breath, looking to the moon. His blood red eyes pierced the night as his ragged, corpse-like breath seemed to rot the very air around him. He was a demon, finally having his way and returning to do terrible deeds he once committed. In life, he had been a simple fox known as Patch... until everything went wrong. He had gotten that virus... that terrible virus... Rabies. He had torn his entire sulk apart but got ripped to bits as well, ending up laying dead in the center of the road. A necromancer had happened to be passing by--poor old fellow. He took pity on this twisted creature, one that had his brain melted out of his ear from that cursed virus. And so, Patch came to life--his skin sewn together by stitches of flesh and bone, never stopping from bleeding.
The problem was, his brain had been revived in a poor fashion; the necromancer was not so advanced to turn everything back to normal within a dead creature. Unfortunately, he was not a zombie; no, Patch was too strong for that. He retained his free will at the same time as obtaining a hunger he would never be able to sate. Patch killed the necromancer quickly, alright--after opening up several wounds and sewing them shut with ribbons of his own flesh. Only one could control such an evil creature, one of pure enough heart to care. So far, no one like that had found him or taken pity on him. And so the rampage would begin.
He limped along, chest heaving as he drew in dry breaths. As he breathed, the brittle bones of his ribs jutted in and out. His legs creaked as he walked, his feverish eyes darted back and fourth. Patchwerk had two purposes--mutilate and murder. His teeth dripping blood and foam, Patchwerk emerged from the forest and stepped into the city. A lone stranger, possible out from a late night, walked along. They found themselves attached to the ground by...stitches?
The stranger cried out as Patchwerk emerged from the darkness and sunk his claws into the chest. The stranger's shirt began to soak in his own blood. Patchwerk got to work--he took a claw and carefully knitted over the right eye of the stranger, laughing the entire time as the stranger cried and screamed. When his handiwork was finished, the fox twitched his ear in annoyance. TOO MUCH NOISE. He took another claw and knitted the mouth shut, letting the body fall and squirm on the ground. The demon fox flicked his tail and stared into the final open eye of the stranger.
"Nighty Night my child!" he whispered into the stranger's ear. Then, with a decicive move, he buried his muzzle into the chest and tore out the heart, slicing it to bits with his teeth and slowly chewing on it, savoring the blood that gushed from the now ripped organ. Life, or, I should say, Undeath, was good.
