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Cyborg Gorilla From Hell
— Part 2 —
*Hell hath no fury like a woman torn*
The horned figure shrugs shoulders:
The demonites orbit Gorilla Mother, each taking a turn to pick up a severed limb. One tosses a leg over their shoulders while another does the same—except with an arm.
A few grunts sigh as they lift Gorilla Mother’s torso just enough to carry her toward the nearest ravine. The world drift into a blur as Gorilla Mother sways under the soft glow of a silvery moon.
One of the demonite’s clawed appendages slips—they topple over in a collective whelp as the smallest wipes their bony brow.
A meaty demonite places back against Gorilla Mother, digs heels in ground, and bites down on scaly lips. She moves just enough to fall within the grasp of gravity. Her head dangles over the edge as she drops along the face of the ravine.
The demonites toss her limbs in after her, but not before they each take one last lick of the substance that awoken their blood lust.
Gorilla Mother accelerates into the darkness as it gradually fades into a featureless green canvas. The farther she falls, the more her world paints with detail by the hand of her memory.
A lowland of grass, saturated with oval-shaped lakes, manifests along the green canvas. Gorilla Mother smiles as a breeze infused with wild pastures glides through her scruffy hair. Beside the watery threshold of a lake, a silverbacked–monster balances on knuckles to dip face into the serene aqua.
In the distance, a smaller gorilla spies behind a curtain of tall grass, eyes locked on a luscious specimen that lounges in sunlight. The loitering gorilla struts toward her with broad steps upon knuckles as she continues her gaze toward the lake.
The silverback sees all.
He stiffens posture; the crown of his cranium rises high into the atmosphere. The intruder doesn’t care for his pitiful attempt at dominance—it is his time now.
The silverback journeys around the opposite side of the lake. Eventually, he emerges a few yards away from the younger gorilla, and calmly sits
When he turns back around, the strut seizes mid-step. They stare as the younger one burst forward into a chaotic tantrum. The silverback smiles, rises to feet, and beats on his pectoral war drums.
The younger gorilla retreat into the nearby forest.
As the silverback turns his back, the younger one bursts through the forest and slams fists upon the silverback’s spine. A continued flurry of feral swipes pushes the silverback into the lake. For a moment, they size one another up; an opportunity to turn away and admit defeat.
Something neither know the meaning of.
They toss meaty arms in a primal wrestling match, swaying side to side down the lake’s coast. The silverback presses forward with barbaric shoves, mouth unhinged, as a bellow thunders into the atmosphere.
Gorilla Mother accelerates into a rocky ground; the memory erupts into a kaleidoscopic luminance.
Her limbs rain down, each land with an unsettled squish. Movement eclipses splotchy orange fluorescence as it gradually resolves into spindly, animated manifestations.
Words seep out of the dark and creep down her ear canal in an avalanche of nonsense. Pulses of laughter interrupt the constant barrage of haunted vowels—all she can do is listen.
The horned figure strolls out of the dark; he rubs hands together as shadows scrub away into a soft, ambient light. Gorilla Mother watches the horned figure fold in arms, and stroke a pointed, pale chin.
“I’m not going to ask you again.”
Between cracks in a moss-covered wall, hands wiggle out, as impish denizens pull themselves free from their mineral prison. They each grab a piece of Gorilla Mother and march down a stone corridor.
A few lift the torso with a squeamish sigh; the weight of Gorilla Mother strains their bony arms into a shiver. Along the stone corridor, bodies hang with rusted, collared alloys constricted around ankles and wrists.
“..Am I dead…”
“…Kill me…why won’t you kill me…”
“…When will I wake up…”
A few bodies quake along the wall as their rusted chains jingle like a torturous laughter. Their eyes flare with a longing glint of helplessness; a familiarity that comforts Gorilla Mother.
The stony corridor opens into a chasm, adorned with spiraled stalagmites that impale upward into damning heights. A slushy ooze crawls down the rippled surface and collects in an opalescent oil around its base. Muffled voices weep collectively from inside the grotesque stalagmites; an ill-defined orchestra eternally suppressed into a calm song.
What was once rock, beats with a subtle pulse of life, as the demonites clawed toes grip into the puffy surface. Purple veins engorge into ungodly worms that quiver under the presence of a suspended soul.
The Demonites lay Gorilla Mother onto a fatty, gelatinous altar.
“Scram! Get out of here!”
The horned figure punts a demonite, while raising a backhand to another. They scurry into the shadows as the horned figure strolls around the altar in a lazy orbit. He glides a hand along the altar’s edge; it descends into the succulent terrain until Gorilla Mother drowns in a film of unearthly slop.
A thread of sinew sways to the presence of a malicious gale; it cyclones in a playful orgy above the horned figure. He struts along the thread; arms held behind him as the wind sways the biological bridge. butterflies flutter within the horned figure’s stomach—a curdled snort erupts from his mouth.
The sinew bridge connects to a malformed tusk that sprouts out of the ground like a crooked spire.
Lasers cut into the darkness from the threshold of an arched doorway. A gaseous pollution hangs in the air as the horned figure suppress a cough and waves a hand in front of his face.
The smoky veil breaks free into delicate clarity.
A cluster of decrepit, spine-hunched beings, articulate their branch-like arms with hypnotic precision. The altar blooms in the middle of the room as a spindly being with a white lab coat, broods over Gorilla Mother….
To be continued…