Saw 2 Flesh And Blood Novels & Stories

I held it with both hands. A fistful of my hair was snatched and he turned me to fully look at him. Before I could register his features, I pushed the sword upwards and into his abdomen as far as I could. His blood splattered on my nightwear and across my face. That was when I noticed his eyes. Or his lack of eyes thereof. He had no eyes, just like the woman at the tower. Just a face with every other feature asides eyes. I screamed when his body came tumbling down on me but now, he was lifeless. Using the last ounce of my energy, I pushed him aside and stood to my feet.

A shadow stretched over him, blotting out the weak morning sun. The lead blood-born entity stood at the edge of the ridge. Up close, it was colossal, its pale, rubbery flesh glistening with the dark brine of the Atlantic trenches. It tilted its featureless head, the massive, unhinged jaw twitching as its rows of translucent, needle-like fangs dripped black, corrosive saliva onto the heather.

With a determined silence, the burly man sliced his palm, causing a gush of blood to spill forth. The sudden gory spectacle left the onlookers stunned. Though he winced slightly, he persisted, allowing drops of blood to splatter onto the floor. As the crimson droplets met the ground, intricate patterns began to materialize, casting an eerie red glow. "By God..." gasped the astonished witnesses.

Bloodshed. ***

The stalker needed no go-ahead command, he placed the active chain saw on the edge of the man’s right arm, screams filled the alleyway, accompanied by the sounds of flesh tearing and bones breaking, tears rolled down my checks and my heart was beating, I had no idea why I was crying, he deserved it but the pain… The chainsaw was cutting through his bone and flesh 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚, his right arm dropped on the ground, blood splattered everywhere, the stalker's face didn’t look like his anger was reducing if anything, it increased, badly.

I would tear them apart. Bone from bone and flesh from flesh.

I followed him with my heart thudding madly. My stomach churned when I finally saw the corpse. It was beyond recognition and was mostly covered in blood. Cuts, scabs and bruises littered it's bloodied skin.Theo had gone impossibly pale at the sight of the corpse. He took a step backwards, looking like he was going to be sick. It was almost as if he recognized whoever it was.

He was halfway through the man’s thigh, the rhythmic grind of the metal against bone sending a spray of vibrant, hot crimson across a massive white canvas leaning against the wall. "Fuck," Marcus hissed, dropping the saw. It clattered against the floor with a heavy, metallic ring. He looked up, his face streaked with blood, his eyes wide with a manic, flickering energy. "Rose. I didn't want you to see the process yet. I wanted the piece to be finished first."

"I am. Because you made me one, remember?" She looked defeated. Broken. The fire that had burned in the hospital wing had gone out, leaving her small and fragile and trapped. Good. That's what I wanted. So why do I hate it? I pulled the ceremonial dagger from my belt, the one used for pack oaths, and sliced my palm without flinching. Blood welled, dark and rich, and her eyes fixed on it with that strange hunger I had seen in vampires before. But different. She looked hungry and horrified at the same time, like she was fighting herself.

He managed to get to his feet before the zombie reached him. He slashed frantically at the stumbling corpse. The bone saw caught the fabric of Herwin's long shirt, ripping it and slicing through the flesh underneath as well. Black, coagulated blood gushed from the gaping wound in one side. The neurotic Viktor imagined that through the gash he could see a point of yellow bone and an organ disfigured by corruption.