Things Are Alive

I'm swimming in gore as my vision returns

I start to flail about in a panic; I need to get out of this!

I screamed unable to find a place to pull myself up to.

Then it was there; I screamed out trying to swim away from it.

That creature; how is it standing on the gore?!

It caught up to me and then I was submerged.

I was up gasping for air.

I was back under thrashing.

My lungs scream for air.

I'm hauled from the gore again; it lets me pant and gasp for air.

"Why do you struggle? I'm unable to brake it's grip; it won't even budge to my struggles.

"I don't want to die!" I beg for my life but it will never let me go.

"I'm not going to kill you, I'm just trying to save you" - it was a welcome statement and I relaxed - "all you need to do is kill.

I screamed that I would never do that and I was forced back under; I couldn't help but gasp for air that wasn't there after the five minute mark and my gut was filled with gore.

It laughed as it pulled me up "it stops when you kill.

I tried to bite the creature but it was holding me to far away and I was dunked back under.

The eyes when it pulled me back up were nothing but the black veins; was my vision giving out?

I went to dunk me back under but I cried out terrified "will you kill now? I trembled in it's grip but set my jaw and stared it in those eyes.

"Drown me!" it laughed and threw me into the distance.

I didn't fall into the gore; I was bounced across it but never sunk.

The creature was upon me and had me pinned down the gore only lightly licking at my body.

It's grin was rusty like the gore below and a lot sharper "do we have a deal?!

I was trembling and then bucked up but the creature didn't move.

I scream while it's about to bite my neck and it stops.

"Go buck yourself!" I didn't let it ask.

It was annoyed and bit down into my neck with all it's strength.

I didn't cry, I would not beg for it to stop and I wouldn't consider screaming; there was only one way to make it stop and I would never give in to that.

I started to laugh hysterically while it tried to kill me and then I felt magic welling up in my horn.

I screamed in pure agony as the magic forced the creature back and started to pull me down.

I didn't try to stop it, let the gore fill my lungs while I laughed; I'm dying and glad because that means that soon I won't have any problems to worry about.

Everything goes red, and then it's all black.