deformed bone

There was a puddle of blood on the carpet.

Calvin half-kneeled on the ground, his knees touching the cold ground, and his eyes stopped on the blood on the ground.

Some white dots are constantly wriggling in the slightly blackened blood, they are maggots.

"I want to wake up."

Calvin realized that he was trembling, he panted hard, controlled his breathing, and then began to mutter to himself like a mental patient.

"It's a nightmare...just a nightmare."

He went on to say that the intense fear made him feel as if his internal organs had shrunk into a small ball.

"It's all over, it's over long ago."

Yet the maggots on the ground are multiplying.

Calvin could even feel the slightest touch of those things falling.

Who would know that when maggots fall from mid-air, they will actually make a subtle sound like light rain?

God, he thought he'd forgotten that feeling.

No matter how much Calvin denied it, he still couldn't ignore the terrible feeling - his back started to itch, the kind of itching that made him want to scream.

"Om-"

At the same time, the TV, which was still echoing harsh music before, flickered after a static sound, and then the entire screen turned black.

Calvin suddenly raised his head, and saw his distorted shadow on the slightly protruding surface of the screen.

His body stiffened suddenly, and he panted like an asthmatic patient.

"This is fake, this is..."

Calvin kept raving, but at the same time, he couldn't help raising his hand, trembling and leaning behind him.

He felt something slimy, wrapped in strands of feathers.

High heat is transmitted from the crevices of the feathers, accompanied by a foul smell.

There was a slight itching on the fingertips, and Calvin knew that they were maggots born in the crevices of the feathers. If he used a little force, he could even pick out clusters of pale yellow eggs from the feathers.

"No no no no--"

Calvin's voice began to lose control.

"It's not really isn't it—"

His wings are back.

And in the most terrifying and disgusting state.

Calvin could almost hear the sound of his own reason cracking.If this is a nightmare, then this is a nightmare over Calvin.The days when he dragged his wings and wandered with a high fever were the most eternal nightmares in Calvin's heart, because it represented the weakest and most powerless time in his life.But at this moment, Calvin was once again enveloped by the despair that could not be resisted and had nowhere to escape—everything seemed to reappear from yesterday.

【"It's sad, isn't it, oh my god, poor little Calvin..."】

The childish voice unique to children rang out.

Calvin Xun lowered his head, staring at the maggots that were constantly wriggling and expanding on the carpet.

A child's face grew out of each maggot's head. That's right, it was the same child Calvin had seen on TV before. Even the rotten cheeks and facial features dripping with corpse fluid were exactly the same.

【"But while you were running away from all of this... we were rotting... Calvin... you should have protected us... you should have illuminated everything...but you let us rot... hee hee hee... ...you should kill them...kill those sinners..."]

They stared back at Calvin with blood-red eyes, and their mouths opened and closed to reveal tiny yellow teeth inside.

Calvin took a deep breath, the sudden high fever (probably brought to him by the pair of rotten wings) made his eyes darken.

He snapped at the knife that had fallen beside him earlier.

Those maggots with human faces let out high-pitched and excited laughter.

"Do not……"

And Calvin murmured softly—he brandished the chef's knife, and slashed hard behind him.

"laugh--"

Calvin was pretty sure he had hacked something.

Warm blood spurted out and soaked his back.

But he knew that it wasn't the damn wings on his back that he had chopped off.

"Ho..."

A painful sound came from behind Calvin, Calvin turned his head, his cheeks were spattered with blood.

A woman clutched her neck in excruciating pain. Between her fingers, a huge wound was turned outward like the grinning lips of some animal. It had white skin, thin yellowish fat, and red muscles. , white blood vessels - blood, a lot of blood - spewed from between the woman's fingers.

The woman's eyes were wide open, and the eyeballs seemed to be protruding from the sockets, which made her small pupils look particularly out of place, not to mention that she was wearing a fashionable purple-gray wig, which now The wig fell over her forehead, revealing a receding hairline and a white scalp between the thinning strands.

Calvin stood there unable to move. He looked at the woman who was cut by him, and found that she looked a little familiar.

"Calvin..."

The woman held up one arm, and she looked at Calvin in pain, and Calvin's name came out of her foaming lips.

It was at this moment that Calvin suddenly realized her identity.

Although she looked much older and haggard than Calvin remembered now.

There was an abnormal aura about her—even in such a nightmare, she still looked distorted and strange, and her appearance even made Calvin feel weaker and more frightened than those maggots with rotting human faces.

But Calvin still recognized a faint shadow of the past from the crumpled and curled up facial features.

"Mother?"

Calvin shouted the word in shock.

Immediately afterwards, he trembled and knelt limply on the ground.

Behind Calvin's mother, the old woman named Rosa, a door slowly emerged.

The frame of the door seemed to be embedded in the air. At first it looked like some kind of 3D projection, but soon, the door became real in the void.It was silver and white, with a frame covered in smooth metal, and on the upper half of the door panel, was blast-proof glass inlaid with a wire grid.Through the glass window, what Calvin saw was not the silent room he was in now, but a white corridor, the light in the corridor was so bright that it was almost dazzling.

A blur of footsteps came from behind the door.

Calvin watched helplessly as the door was pushed open.

Someone rushed in.

"Oh my god, mom, what have you done to yourself."

A rather handsome man, also young, in a queer white tunic of the Grecian type, let out a cry of shock.

Calvin's pupils shrank suddenly.

The man had loose silver hair and a pair of dark blue eyes that were almost purple.

His skin was strangely pale, his eyes, nose, lips... His facial features were extremely delicate, but they looked strangely mechanical.

At this time, he was surrounded by a group of people, and when he exclaimed, those people became busy like worker ants.

Those people didn't see Calvin, or they couldn't see Calvin.

It seemed that only Rosa could see Calvin.

"Calvin... my... baby..."

The old woman let out a low moan, and then fell down with a bang under Calvin's gaze.

"No—Mom—"

Behind Rosa, the young man let out an unusual scream.

He rushed over suddenly, and for a moment, Calvin even thought he had met his eyes.

"Who is there?"

But then, he heard a question from the man.

The man's voice was trembling, he seemed to be aware of something, but he couldn't see Calvin.

Thank goodness he couldn't see it.

Calvin didn't know why he was so thankful.

"..."

Calvin's lips moved slightly, but he didn't make any sound.

With a strong sense of absurdity, reality and nightmare overlap together in a half-dream and half-awake state.Calvin had never felt so confused.

Nightmare.

reality.

Nightmare.

reality.

……

He wanted to convince himself that it was all a dream, but the scene in front of him: the young silver-haired man, his mother who had grown old and decayed, and the milky white room silhouetted behind the two of them... everything Everything seems so real.

It was so real that Calvin was sweating profusely, and his heart was almost paralyzed.

But on the other hand...

"Shh-"

The sweet smell of rotting human body came from behind Calvin.

Calvin saw a pair of hands dripping with pale green slurry, with mold growing on the phalanges, the hands of a child.

Those hands reached out from behind Calvin's shoulders and tightly covered Calvin's mouth.

"Don't talk, don't open the door, don't open your eyes."

Calvin's shoulders trembled suddenly, and he swore he heard Isa's voice.

In this almost crazy dream (or reality), Isana's maturity and calmness that is completely out of her age constitute the only stable order - Calvin swore that he was not completely crazy because he heard at the last moment Isha's voice.

"Brother Calvin, it's time for you to go back—don't forget what you have to do. The door is about to open, you have to hurry up."

Isa left an almost whispered instruction in Calvin's ear.

The rotten smell became more intense.

His eyes are downcast, and Isa's ginger hair, bloodstained, droops around the corners of his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he felt cold hands... Countless pairs of small, cold hands suddenly pressed against his back.

Calvin fell heavily forward.

The blood he had vomited earlier had begun to turn black and was still pooling on the dirty carpet.And his face was pounding heavily on the blood.

"Well--"

The moment Calvin's cheek touched the blood, the pool of blood began to expand and deepen infinitely.

Calvin plunged into a sea of ​​scarlet blood.

……

"No no no no—"

Then Calvin woke up screaming himself.

If he wasn't so terrified, he would probably feel a little ashamed because of his screams like a woman who has entered a haunted house.

But in reality, he didn't have the leeway to care about that.

A sharp pain hit him the moment he jumped up from the bed, and he fell hard to the ground.

The room was silent, the air-conditioning was still sufficient, and the hum of the central air conditioner seemed to overlap with the nightmare he had not long ago.

Calvin swore that he had never been so frightened by a nightmare before, but this time, the overlapping of details made him stiffen involuntarily.

"Calvin? Jesus, are you all right?"

Fortunately, in the next second, the slightly childish male voice came from the door.

Virgili rushed over in shock and helped Calvin up—accompanied by the sound of tableware breaking.

It took Calvin a few seconds before he realized Virgil had broken a mug and a pale pink plate.

Golden omelets and half-melted cheese rolled on the ground, together with the sizzling bacon, messing up the carpet at the door.

"Huh...huh..."

Calvin rested his face on Virgil's shoulder.

For a few minutes, the only thing Calvin could do was to snuggle into Virgil's arms tremblingly like a frightened child, staring at the "masterpiece" on the ground, panting continuously.

"Hey, Calvin, calm down, it's over, it's over."

Virgil's voice softly echoed in Calvin's ears.

"My back... hurts... wings..."

Calvin opened his mouth. He tried hard to organize his words, but what he really said was only a few fragmented words.