Eleven
Marcus
“Marcus.”
My cocoon of all-encompassing darkness rippled at the sound of the female voice, calling from somewhere beyond the monsters circling me.
I spun, searching frantically for the source of it, but all I saw were b****y entrails and brain matter. I looked down at my hands, already knowing what I’d find. They were soaked in blood, a knife clutched in one of them.
I am the monster.
Terror lanced through me and I roared in anguish, my voice no longer human. I was changing, becoming part of the monsters lurking in the shadows around me, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
“Marcus! Wake up. It’s just a dream. Wake up!” The darkness rippled again, more violently this time, and then a pair of warm arms closed around me in a protective circle of light. “Wake up.”
