Dear Maria: Chapter 6

The tunnel was dark and claustrophobic. Maria squeezed and wriggled her way though the rocky intestine, sure that she was now freely bleeding from her knees and hands. The passage way seemed endless. Wasn’t she just passing through a wall? She felt lost in time, as if she was going around endlessly for hours with no way to tell due to the unpenetratable darkness. There was a scent in the air, the scent of something horrible burning. Maria had no choice but to crawl further. It was physically impossible to turn around. The walls of the tunnel seemed to be getting tighter around her body as she struggled to find room to move her aching limbs. Her body was growing weary and probably would have collapsed if there was room. But no. She had to keep going. She had too.

Abruptly she fell. Down on to hard concrete. She felt her skull crack off the ground and her tooth plunge into her bottom lip. In a daze, she raised herself up to her knees on shaking limps, her head flopping forward, the blood filling up her mouth and dripping onto the ground. It dripped into a puddle, a puddle of a dark liquid, and suddenly she knew where she was. She was back infront of the wall of corpses, exactly where she was before she, somehow, awoke in a hospital. However, something was different this time. Was this the same wall?

Just like last time, hundreds of blackened, twisted bodies with faces nightmares couldn’t even create all entwinded into one large mass on the wall. There was, however, one body that didn’t quite fit in with the rest. His body was not as scarred or charcoal coloured like the rest. No, his skin was white. Pure white. Truly like the dead. It was wrinkled as well, as if he had been flung into a bath as a child and forgotten about, his skin pruning over decades. The figure had thick, matted hair sagging over his face. Then something caught Maria’s eye and her heart lurched.

She saw something sparkle just above the mans torso, a small rectangle of metal. Maria was drawn to it, carefully stepping around the pools of dark acid. She approached the wall, now only standing a meter away from it, her eyes widening in terror.

She knew this man. She knew him very, very well. At least, she used to. Anxiety overwhelmed her, her mind was out of control. The figure, this horrible figure dangling before her, had once had been know as Matthew. Matthew Holmes, her ex-lover.

“Ma-Matthew?” she stuttered quietly, still in shock about what was infront of her.
The figures head snapped up, emitted a loud crack as the bone became used. The sight was horrendous. Once cherry brown eyes had sunk deep into his skull, and his iris had turned to black. Deep purple circles surrounded his eyes and little blue veins reached out from the violet fog and spread over his entire face. His lower jaw was missing. His teeth were rotting to an abysmal state of dark yellow, each with visible pours and patches of plaque. The tongue was flopping down to an unhuman length. Dangling down past his colour bone. All redness had vanished from the muscle and it now stood as a hard grey, as if it were made of stone. The creature grunted, causing its tongue to sweep about and spray speckles of spit in every direction. Maria backed away, completely dazed by what she was seeing. What happened to him? Why was he here? Why...

The abomination once known as Matthew suddenly angered as Maria backed away. The creature lurched and thrashed as if he had suddenly been filled with God-like energy and within moments had broken away from the wall. He was surprisingly sturdy on his feet. Swaying slightly, he closed the gap between himself and Maria, before he towered over her. Maria was taken aback by the body, the hideous body that she had once loved so much. Without warning, Matthew had raised his arm and wrapped his large, deformed hand around Maria’s throat, lifting her from the ground and slamming her back into the wall. She spluttered, clawing at the cold flesh that held tightly around her, flailing and kicking her legs, struggling for release, all while staring wide-eyed into the deadly gaze of her twisted love.
“Ma...ma..tth..ew” she squeaked through her tiny airway, “st....stop it...you’re...hurting...me...”
The creatures evil eye shot up and met with Maria’s. She was sobbing. Long ago, he would have cared, but now, his rage escalated. With a new found strength, the Matthew creature lifted Maria away from the wall, only to slam her off it again. And again, and again. She could feel her skin tearing apart and she felt something crack inside of her. Her scream only came out as a high pitched breath.

Matthew tossed the broken girl onto the ground and watched her struggle to recover, but in no means was he yet satisfied with the pain she was in. Not yet. He slobbered with pleasure and the mangled image he created and rejoiced within himself the revenge he was extracting. Oh yes, very, very pleased. Every inch of him began to quiver in excitement and joy. He felt sensations stir with in him that were long forgotten. He became aroused, watching her, struggling, the joy it brought him caused that wave of sexual pleasure. He staggered over to her shaking body. Maria had managed to turn on to her back, wide-eyed in horror, at the stimulated monstrosity swiftly making his way towards her. Scanning the perimeter around her, she spotted a sheet of scarp metal with a sharp point. She began to stretch her shivering arm towards the tool, but just as her fingertips grazed its rusted edge, she felt a wretched burning sensation slicing through her as the fiend thrust himself inside her.

Fear and disgust blocked her scream, and all she could feel was the repetition of piercing plunges in her body. Repulsion coursed through her veins. He clamped his hand once again around her neck, his grip tightening with each thrust of self-pleasure. Maria lay there, shifting under his weight, back and forth, laying limp. She seemed to have drifted out of her own body, almost as if she was watching herself enduring this from the sidelines. She stared at the beast on top of her through hopeless, clouded eyes. Exaimining the distorted excuse for a face, watching the drool drip from its tongue, feeling it landing on her skin, watching him thrive on her misery. Unable to stare any longer, she rolled her head off to one side, letting a pathetic sob escape from her. After staring aimlessly into the distance, Maria’s eyes finally managed to focus on something in particular. Her own hand. Blood was running down her fingers. She was cut. The metal...

Suddenly, Maria redirected all her attention onto the tiny sting in her fingers as she was repeatedly rammed into the edge of the sharp piece of metal. Her weak arm reached out, this metal was her hope. She could feel her fingertips slowly dragging the object closer within her grasp. As she felt its rusty surface on her palm, in one swift movement, she clutched onto it with all her strength and forced the metal deep into Matthews chest. Matthew groaned in pain but refused to let go of his victim. He was thrusting harder and harder. Maria wasn’t stupid. This disgusting thing was trying to reach his peak. She withdrew the metal and thrust it back into his body, twisting it to create a horrible gaping wound which spurted with his hard blood. This time the sexual tyrant pulled away, his organ flopping out of Maria’s body just as a thick, dark liquid spewed from its tip. With inhuman intent, Maria screeched, plunging the metal again and again into the deformed body. Blood splattered everywhere and was pouring furiously out of each open wound. The creature died several minutes ago, but Maria wouldn’t stop. Not until every millimetre of flesh was sliced apart. With subsiding anger, her thrusts turned to mere pokes and she slumped down onto the slick ground. She stared aimlessly forward with glazed over eyes and an expression made of steel, her mind processing everything that had just happened. Then her mind broke. With a quivering lip, she drew her knees close to her face, eyes shimmering with tears ready to fall. Withdrawing further into herself, she wrapped her arms around her legs and pulled them even further to her body, her head fell onto her knees, no longer able to bare the weight of the self-disgust she was carrying. Securely confined in her own little ball, she blocked out everything around she and wept, her wails echoing around her.