Novel & Cerita Hourglass Skull

Skyler grabbed her magnefying glass again and was over the map, the first thing she saw was the pyramids, if looked at from the very top the pyramid was a square shape, but take away the left and right triangle, the top and bottom would be in the shape of an hourglass... Was this what the contact talked about? Or was it just false hope!?

She looked around the room slowly before staring at a shadow in the corner of the ceiling. I watched the darkness, nothing. I started to turn back to her but I noticed a ripple. Snapping my eyes back to the darkness, I caught the glint of eyes. The figure at first seemed to be feline, but its head was skinless. White bone stared at me as its green eyes shined from beneath. Almost like a mask. Its white fur still blended perfectly into the skull, and if I paid attention, I could see its mouth was how it should be. A long tongue slid over its long teeth and its cat-like ears that poked out from the partially exposed skull twitched. As if half its head wasn't skinless, but a full flesh covered

A jaw, a brow, the deep architecture of a human skull, all of it gone wrong in the slow way that pressure and time and whatever they did to it have rewritten the surface. The skin pale and faintly luminous and stretched too tight, the eyes very large and very dark and lit from within by a banked silver I would know anywhere because I carry the same light under my own. It does not look angry. There are seams along the cheeks where the pressure has split and healed it wrong. The mouth is too wide now, or maybe the lips have shrunk back from the teeth. A strand of hair floats around its skull in the beam, white as thread, moving when nothing else does.

Before turning to walk into the study with Damon. His study was full of dark artifacts; one artifact in particular grabbing my attention. It was a witches skull which laid on his desk decoratively holding some of my favorite flowers, Odessa Calla Lillie’s. A witches skull had large eyes sockets, with long points on their chin and their foreheads. It’s almost as if it’s meant to reassemble the crescent moon. I picked at the petals sprouting from the eye sockets of the skull as Damon spoke not really hearing a word he said until he turned and said “Elena? Are you listening?!”

Skull after skull built up the massive back of the chair: human skulls, animals, and ones with horns and unnatural outgrowths. Bloody weapons were stuck in between them here and there, an ax wedged between a massive bone I had no chance of recognizing and a skull; its edge blinked as the light from the walls next to it hit the sharp point. Squinting my eyes and taking a step closer to see, I swear it looked like the blood on it was still wet, still flowing down the handle. And sure enough, as I came closer, I saw the drops fall and land with a splat on an old little leather drum sticking out from the massive wall of skulls and bones.

She fell to her knees gasping in pain. The giant did not look at her. It did not have eyes to turn. Its skull was a block of unpolished gray granite crudely chiseled into the shape of an old king's crown. Two narrow slits had been cut across the stone where the brows should have been. Through those gaps a dull unblinking purple fire flared and faded in time with the turning of the basalt cylinder in its chest.

The sky above the Aethel-Haven was bleeding. The lavender vault had cracked, revealing long, jagged fissures of Chromatic-Aberration (a distortion where light separates into unnatural, glitching colors). Beneath the fracture, Admiral Graves lay pinned to the moss by a shimmering cage of light that Jun had erected, his body a flickering ruin of black static and weeping pixels.

The thick, heat-shielded blast doors of the pod blew outward, tumbling across the ruined road. A thick, viscous green gel spilled from the pod, pooling on the hot asphalt. And then, the Hound stepped out. It was a nightmare sculpted from human DNA. It stood nearly eight feet tall, its musculature grotesquely swollen and hyper-dense. Its skin was not flesh, but a overlapping lattice of pale, bone-white cartilage and dark, metallic scales. It had no eyes, only a smooth, sloping dome of thick bone protecting its brain. Deep, jagged gill-like slits lined its neck, flaring aggressively as it processed the chemical and thermal signatures of the air.

And I would never have guessed she went through it all if not for the x-rays. Somewhere in the back of my head the small voice appeared, whispering a name. But of course. The big guy is Jennings, big, bad Elky gangster Jennings. My hand flinched, I just hoped the two people watching me didn’t notice it. Elky stared at the scan in his hands. It was black film, and I saw it too. I saw a skull cracked in multiple places. It was then stitched, glued, fused, assembled piece by piece, like a broken Chinese vase. He didn’t seem to like it that much. He stared at the black lines of transplants on the forehead and cheekbones; the nose has been broken; the pins in the corners of the upper jaw and at t

Time slowed as I looked up at it. Loose stones, the ravine wall, the monster at the edge above me. It looked human in the way a broken doll looks human. Wrong. Deeply wrong. Its limbs were too long, the joints too sharp beneath skin stretched tight over bone. Patches of grey clung to its frame like old parchments. It's hair only appeared to exist in fragments on its head. The face was almost a person's face, yet absolutely not. Hollow eyes stared down at me. Eyes that sat too deep in the skull to be human.