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Some CP AU pieces for @kiki-mimi222222222

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About "Kill All of creepypasta" :

In underground there is a huge complex created by the Zalgoids and the faceless. Initially, the complex served as their home, but both races needed nourishment in the form of human suffering, and in disparate quantities (the last time they were satisfied with this during the Second World War). Without this energy supply, they are so weak that they remain nothing for people than fiction.

However, in 20##, with the support of Zalgo in the guise of New York's governor, the Zalgoids had the opportunity to create the "Pink creepyhouse" show, which showed the torture and duels of captured criminals and marginals, and it was partly presented as a production, at least as claimed the host of the program Monolaz (she is one of the offspring of Zalgo), the deaths in the show are fake.

At first, the show was presented as an acid pink circus with fierce fights of the killers (aka players), their "executions", as in "deadman wonderland" and "danganronpa" . The "players" themselves thought they were in the Genade clinic for the mentally ill (in fact, they were already in the complex, disguised as a psychiatric hospital with an arena and a platform for "execution").

Later, "Pink creepyhouse" closed down. And was replaced by a web show that exists only in the darknet (which is not watched by all people, but those who watched never returned), "kill All of criminals", this time with the survival of killers in inhuman conditions complex of zalgoids, with torture and traps. As it turns out, later, the players were cloned many times, and every time a player dies, his soul is transferred to a new body, and the memory of death is automatically erased by the slender man.

There is a lot of violence, bodyhorror and everything that goes under the category of 18+ in this au.

I translated only 3 chapters, but you alway can read the original version here

https://ficbook.net/readfic/7117629

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Censored concept for offenderman (rus)

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The REAL reason, why Jeff the killer in my au is white, just like death... Just like jane the killer

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Kill all of Creepypasta (pt1)

-Did you hear that?!- Jeff clung to the rusty wall and stared at Toby.- It's coming... It's closer... And closer... How long have we been here? Huh?! - Jeff... I'm begging you. Shut up! I can't think, when you're whining... - Toby grabbed his head.- Yes! I hear it, too... Fuck... So painful. - What are you hearing right now? - Something like a "Kill all". Nothing new... Jeff and Toby were in some maze of rusted and soiled walls, the ceiling had pipes. Was still a nasty smell of rot. And Jeff and Toby are not alone, many of those who came here. Why? In order to survive. - Why are you so quiet?- Rogers took Jeff's hand. - Tired... Just tired of this madness. And besides, you wanted me to shut up. - No, in the silence I'll go crazy faster. What's your number on the back? - Eight. - And I was dead some more. Because I am numb to the pain. Someone will break my ribs, and I won’t feel it and in an hour will die.- he'd chuckle. Toby was cheerful despite the fact that he was in some jeans, his scarred body was bandaged. - How I envy you. Feel no pain, and then die painlessly. - Enough,- Toby's voice was strict.- we got to go. Do you hear me?- Toby stood up and pulled Woods's hand. - What's the point?- Jeff walked over weak-willed guy.- We're all searched, but didn't found the path... Jeff got a slap. - Are you a man or what?!- Toby shrank a guy into the wall.- The murderer, a true maniac, and whines like a schoolgirl! What the fuck is wrong with you?! And Jeff was silent. He was in pain. Still hurts. - Are you broken, Jeff? - After all, what I experienced, anyone would be broken. I told you about this... **************** Oblivion. Just dark emptiness. Only occasionally flashed memories. Often memories associated with his brother Jeff, whether it be murder, or... that moment, when the brothers met.... And then the killer abruptly opens his eyes and realizes he is lying on the bed, in a dirty concrete room. - What the hell? Jeff gently stood up. His back itched, as if there is something injected. Woods found under his pillow a paper with instructions: "Hello, dear player. I see you got into some trouble. On your back is the figure. Zero yet... But this figure will vary, but you should not pay attention to it. Now you're in a "safe room." When you get out, you will get a very dangerous game of survival. I'm sure you have a lot of skills to survive." In the lower right corner was the signature: “MonoLaz.” - What the fuck?- Jeff, being confused, crumpled paper.- Maybe I'm just in an asylum? The killer went to the half-broken mirror that hung above a rusted sink. Jeff looked at himself. - Look, as usual. But the back... Jeff pulled up his hoodie and looked at his back. And there really was a number zero. -I Don't understand... what is it? Who stuffed on me this tattoo? The guy decided to turn on the faucet. But it was enough to turn the handle as sodomitical flew off to the side, and from the hole poured the nasty liquid. - Goddamit!- Jeff turned off.- Okay. It's Faulty. I wonder what's behind the door? Jeffrey opened the door, but didn't want to step over the threshold. And there... was a wide corridor. The walls were metal and rusty. That's slightly alarmed Jeff. He looked under the bed and found a parcel and in it was a knife... - It is unwise to go unarmed. With his knife in his pocket on the belly, Jeff left the room, looking around. And then he looked around, but the door was gone. - That’s weird, as hell. Jeff was to go forward, staring at the wall. A bloody inscription "save our souls”, gives to understand that Jeffrey is not alone. There is someone else. Killer after some time came to a "crossroads", before him were three paths: forward, right and left. - So what we're saying: who goes to the left, will become wealth; who goes to the right - goes to happiness; and who will go forward, will be dead. Then I’ll go to the right. And Jeff got within a few yards, but felt, how his foot pressed on the tile. There was a click, and then to the killer flew a dart. Most likely poisonous. However, Jeffrey immediately leapt forward. But he had to dodge a pendulum with blade. And the pendulum touched the guy, and on the shoulder appeared a deep wound. 

"WTF are they doing?!"- Woods crept away and back leaned on the wall. Catching his breath, he yelled at the ceiling: - Hey, you! Fucking morons! What are you planning, huh?! Decided to execute me?! This will not happen, I won't fucking die.... Jeff's big speech was interrupted... together with life. The head of Jeff rammed by  metal stake out of the wall. First Jeff had a little trouble spitting blood. But the outcome will be certainly lethal. Mind went blank. Impenetrable darkness and silence. -AAAAAAAAAA!- Jeff with a wild shriek guy woke up in the same room, falling out of bed. He was panic, he began to crawl around the room, then huddled in the corner and something moaned. A little hysteric, and he croaked: - How? How is that possible? I died... died... maybe I'm in hell? Jeff sharply looked around. The room was different from the previous one: no longer was the mirror with the sink and the bed was on wheels. In the upper corner was a siren. - Dear player.- from the siren he heard a girl's voice.- You're not dead, but I wouldn't say that you're alive. Once you're dead, and you will die the second time. Your back is a counter of your deaths. You have to survive, you must to survive. You have no choice. - Who are you?!- Jeff stood up abruptly, but there was no answer. Woods began to walk in a circle: - I must to remember, what happened. Where was I last? In an asylum. Exactly. But the asylum was clean, had soft walls. And then... I would like to move to another institution... And then... I found myself in a large room with glass instead of the fourth wall... And... I was in some kind of fight...I gotta get out of here! Woods  left the room: all the same corridor, but there was a left turn. -... And where's my knife?- Jeff didn't feel the blade in his pocket.- How could I lose it? Fuck it... Jeff grabbed the rusty pipe on the wall and ripped it as a weapon. Jeff went forward, and he wanted to spit on the trap. And surprisingly the corridor was not that encouraging guy. He heard shouts behind the wall. Woods stopped and listened. It was a shout mixed with a hiss and a growl. The cries were female. In the wall was a small hole from which cockroaches was crawling. - Help!- someone was tearing throat screaming for help.

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Kill all of Creepypasta (pt3)

- Yes, you don't have to suffer like this.

Jeffrey took off Nairas white hoodie and put him on the ground. With the knife, Woods pressed down on the spot where Jack's heart should be. Jack shivered, he was afraid. The knife sank deep, piercing a rib and heart. Jack closed his eyes and stopped breathing. There was no pulse. Jeff stared at the lifeless body for a long time, and would have stared again if it hadn't been for the rumbling in his stomach.

"Damn it, I should have taken dried fruits. I'm hungry."

And in the corridor, the only food was the corpse of the Eyeless one. Jeff cut open his stomach and saw that it was empty: there were no intestines, no kidneys, no stomach... The entire digestive and excretory systems were completely removed. That's why Jack weighed so little when woods carried him on his back. But the lungs and heart remained.

Jeff was eating his friend's fried entrails. He didn't care that something like this was sacrilegious, didn't care that Jack was a mutant, and that his organs and blood might carry some kind of infection. Jeff was just hungry. Flies were flying around the corpse. When the meal was over, Jeff sat and warmed himself by the fire. But it was only beyond the maple tree that the corridor split, and Jeff had to choose again. He would have stayed by the fire, but his gut told him it would be better to keep moving. Only these two corridors are completely dark, it was pitch black. But Jeff took one branch from under the fire as a torch. He went down the right corridor. But it didn't turn out to be right, because after a while Jeff fell and started twitching from some seizures. My eyes started to double, and my ears started to leak. It was very difficult to get up, because it felt as if the body was petrified. As if in spite of himself, the torch went out. I can't hear anything, except for my ragged breathing. The silence began to be eclipsed by giggles, growls, shouts, and cries. And these sounds formed a hum that made Jeff's head start to crack and his eyes almost pop out of their sockets. Startled, he reached into his pocket and lit a match... And the was horror on Woods' face when he saw the pieces of meat wrapped around the walls of this corridor, in which either corpses or something else were stuck. There was no doubt in Jeff's mind that this was hell. After all, the most interesting thing - this bloody mess had twitching eyes and mouths, chewing and muttering something. What's on top? As soon as Jeff shone the match up, he saw a huge and sticky web, from which hung head down the corpses of people - so thin, as if everything had been sucked out of them, real bags of bones.

- D-DDD-LJ-eeeee-FFF....

Jeff looked at the mess, which looked like a red octopus with blue eyes. The guy backed away, bumping into a dirty and sticky wall.

"Where... How does it know my name?"

Tentacles began to wrap around the white neck... Jeff pulled out a knife.

-Get off! Get away!

He slipped and fell, but couldn't get up because he was pinned down by the tentacles. They wrapped around him more and more tightly, and the killer's view was getting smaller and smaller, but through the tangle of tentacles, killer could make out a tall figure in a black jacket and red tie, with vectors writhing behind him... And there was no face, just a plain white plane. Ringing in the ears and interference in front of the eyes....

After a minute, everything stopped, the tentacles stopped moving... Throwing off the abomination, “smiley” noticed that at first the mess only partially covered the corridor, and now the corridor has turned into a huge meat tunnel, like a huge gut. The corpses still hung from the cobwebs, and Jeff crawled over the meat on all fours in fear and weakness. There was slime and dirt and rot and worms everywhere, all kinds of filth that would have embarrassed anyone, even Jeff, because it smelled so bad. Jeff, despite the fact that earlier he had thought this place was hell, still tried to console himself with the thought that all this is not real, that most likely it is just his delusions. Jeff wanted to sleep, his body was weak, and he just started crawling like a worm, moving his hands. Then his eyes would no longer see normally. But Jeff was interrupted by a sweet female voice calling to him. Very caring and familiar voice.

- Mom?- Jeff turned his head to the right.

Sure enough, on the right side of the corridor stood a tall woman with brown hair and a beautiful white dress... And what little space that was occupied by Margaret was strewn with flowers. The maniac’s face quivered, and he turned away, clutching at his hair, nodding his head as if he didn't accept or understand what was happening.

- What is it, Jeff? Are you afraid of me? Or are you in pain?- Margaret approached. -You're not real... You're dead...

- What are you talking about? It's me....- Margared sat down and patted her son's head.

- No! Jeff stood up.- You're not real! You're unreal! You can't be here because I killed you! Killed with my own hands! And I will kill you again!

In a rage, Jeff plunged the knife into his mother's throat. He looked down, his hand trembling, his emotions and feelings mixed. And the mother... She didn't move an eyebrow. But her pretty smile was gone. As soon as the killer took out the knife, no blood flowed from the throat, but a dark and sticky substance. Margared's eyes turned black and she smiled arrogantly.

Along the face, as well as along the entire body, a gap appeared, from which resin poured out. His son's pupils widened. 

"Mom... Why you? Why do you torment me, why do you remind me of the past? What are you, and what is going on here?"

- I'm not afraid of you!- the son started threatening Margaret with a knife.-What the hell do you want? Do you want to make me repent? To beg for forgiveness on my knees in tears? So fuck you! I don't consider myself responsible for your death, you forced me to this! It's your fault!

A minute's silence... The killer's eyes were twitching, and Jeff didn't notice the tears streaming from his eyes... The silence was broken by Margaret's snickering... The giggles turned to laughter, the laughter turned to hysterical noises... Margaret looked haughtily at her son with her black eyes. Black liquid began to gush out of the gradually expanding slits. This continued until the gap turned into a giant vertical "mouth", dotted with sharp shark teeth, and nothing was visible inside - only teeth and fangs. Jeff, as if scalded, tried to run, but the creature pulled him back with its tentacles, still laughing, and then it lifted the body off the ground and abruptly pulled the killer into its bottomless mouth. Like a Venus flytrap, the mouth snapped shut. Margaret was laughing loudly, slurping her flesh mouth. But her victim didn't want to give up. The angry laughter stopped and was replaced by agonized screams and moans, because Jeff was still alive and strongly clutched at the monster's ribs. Margaret could feel Jeff tearing at her insides. There were lines on her belly’s skin that matched the shape of Jeff's face and hands. A terrible and screaming face was visible in the skin, and Margaret was coughing up a black substance.

- Enough! Stop it! It Hurts, It Hurts! Graaargh...- it was really painful for her, because the murderer tore everything inside her, scratching the inner wall of her stomach with his nails.

Margaret, instead of just spitting out Jeff, started hitting herself and then  pulled her legs up to her belly. Then the tunnel was filled with another scream as Woods managed to break the monster's spine and Margaret fell backwards. In the back, in the area of the shoulder blade, a cut appeared, from which a pale hand with a knife protruded. As if from the womb, Jeff slowly crawled out with a cry, smeared in the blood of the "mother". Because of her broken spine, Margaret was no longer able to move properly, much less get up. Taking advantage of this, Jeff inflicted several severe stab wounds to the monster's head and torso. The guy with cruelty and hatred kicked the monster-like woman, who was already weak, and in the end roughly took her by the head and broke her neck, which immediately swelled and turned blue.

As soon as one problem was solved, a second one appeared. The skin began to blister and ulcerate, causing Jeff to itch convulsively, tearing the skin in some places. He staggered back and looked as if he was going to slip again in the bloody mess, but Jeff caught on something. For something sticky. This sticky object turned out to be a spider's thread. Jeff began to jerk his hand back and forth, trying to break away from the trap, and when he did, the entire web that was at the top began to vibrate with a corresponding sound.  His eyes bulging, began to look around, peering into the darkness. So far, there was only silence. But Jeff didn't relax; he knew that was what was expected of him. The lighter was still in the killer's pocket, and it was unclear why it hadn’t fallen out of Jeff's hands. However, the guy didn't give a shit about this incident, because after the cyborg, the bloody mess and the Ghost of his mother, he would now believe anything. He clenched it in his fist and pulled it out, then pressed his thumb to the mirror. But Woods was not so stupid, he knew that this way he could become an easy target again. Jeffrey waited... He was waiting for someone or something to attack him, because they don't let him relax here. The silence lasted about a minute. Even more. The killer listened to the sounds. It was something like a low rumble and squeak, not inherent in either man or animal. The rumble was getting closer, he could hear much more clearly. Following the rumble and squeak, the rustle and rustle of cobwebs began to be heard. Occasionally there were sounds that vaguely resembled the beat of guitar strings. Then there was a sharp hiss that caused Jeff to press the pedal, and the small light immediately illuminated a couple of cubic meters...

There was no one around the killer. No back, no front, no left, no right.... But woods didn't think so, because all the fun was at the top. The guy held the lighter up. In horror, he froze as if petrified. Above, spiders hung on the same sticky and disgusting web that dripped with a viscous liquid... Very real, huge spiders with huge fangs, red eyes that were disproportionately located on their round black bodies, covered with stiff bristles or spines. There were spiders on legs so long, smooth, and black that it seemed that they were not spiders, but furry red-eyed blotches on thin needles. Others had the most common, inherent in the species of arachnids, furry paws with claws. But anyway, they are spiders. Spiders the size of an adult tapir or boar. The spiders that had crawled toward Jeff because he had fallen into their trap like a fly and drawn them to him, shaking the web that worked like a time bomb.

They were still rumbling, but more briskly and menacingly, and some of them began to squeak harder. There were about a dozen of them. Jeff gripped the metal lighter as tightly as he could.

Must to run. That's what the Jeff’s had in mind: run, run, and run again without looking back. Uniquely... There are no other options... But will he escape? Maybe the monsters will be faster. He will simply perish in their clutches. Of course, he will be resurrected... But damn it, being torn apart and eaten by spider-like monsters is a terrible, unavoidable, and worst-case death. Jeff doesn't want that. He doesn't want to be a mummy and hang upside down on a web while spiders suck out his flesh, leaving only a shell, an empty cocoon.

Jeff ran very fast, as fast as he was strong enough and physically capable. But this was barely enough to be ahead of the spiders, because Woods is not some Superman, but a simple one... A mortal?

He screamed, swallowed his tears, slipped on the stinking meat, but ran. At that time, it was.... to Say that he was afraid for his life, that he was in a panic, that he was already exhausted, but the banal desire to remain unharmed did not allow him to slow down - this means to say nothing. Jeff was jittery, a kind of high-level panic that made him fly like a flash.

One of the spiders was right in front of Jeff and went to RAM. Man barely managed to duck, slip past, and keep running. But he was getting weaker, and these monsters were catching up with him. But the killer noticed something: the sounds of soft and nasty squelching were replaced by the distinct stomping of his feet, and with his own feet he felt a hard concrete surface instead of soft, slimy meat, and the bloody meat tunnel was replaced by concrete walls. It doesn't matter to woods how he is thrown from one point to another, he is overtaken by spiders. Ahead, Jeff saw a hole in the floor, so he had to accelerate well to make a good jump. But he landed, however, unsuccessfully, right on the bad leg, famously twisting it. But this did not stop him, he continued to run, but more slowly. It seemed foolish to hope for a miracle, foolish to believe in the possibility of salvation. But still, this missing killer was given a chance - the front door was boarded up with a couple of rotten boards. Jeff had a couple more jerks left, and he broke through the damn boards, but there was nothing behind the door. Jeff just stumbled and fell into the void... Into dark oblivion.

Jeff was lucky enough to grab the edge of something and climb in. By touch, he understood that it was a huge sewer pipe that was far below that door, so that the spiders could not reach it. Jeff was tired and sick from what he'd been through. The lighter was still in his hand, but it was already extinguished. The guy held it to his chest and squinted in pain, while the adrenaline rush made him shiver and tingle. He crawled into the depths of the sewer and ran into a grate that couldn't be broken. 

"Don't sleep! Don't sleep! They will find me if I fall asleep, they will weave a web for me!" 

Fear kept Jeff awake, and he could already hear the spider's hissing and screeching. The poor man pressed against the grate, groping for a hole in it - to no avail. He huddled in a corner and curled up in a ball, buried his face in his lap, and finally fell asleep. In his dream, he saw and heard nothing. Until a fire broke out in the darkness, where people he knew and loved, was burned, screaming in agony, already charred and disfigured. Jeff woke up abruptly and started blinking rapidly. In his dream, this moment seemed like a moment, but then it seemed like several hours had passed and he had a very good night's sleep. And the darkness was replaced by a light like daylight. Behind the bars, guy could clearly see the accumulated garbage and sewage, and then-a grayish sediment. The pipe was covered in bright brown rust. And the light... It must come from somewhere. Woods crawled to the edge of the pipe and looked down first: it was too dark to see anything. Then I looked around: there were several more of these pipes nearby. Finally, he looked up: the door from which he had jumped was along a sheer wall of rust and brown, a few meters from the pipe, and Jeff was really miraculously lucky. Even higher, several dozen meters from the door, large rectangular spotlights were attached, which illuminated this huge space. Jeffrey tried to get up on the pipe, but immediately dropped to his knees, hissing in frustration. He twisted his leg very badly, and the trap wound started to bleed again. Jeff didn't want to sit on his lap, so he sat on the edge, his legs dangling. He looked wistfully ahead, occasionally swinging his legs and wondering how he would go down. But then he noticed that the view was obscured by dark paws. The killer immediately crawled back and, leaning his hand on the wall of the pipe, began to jump to the grate and again desperately search for a way out. There was no way out. No hole, no crevice... The bars couldn't be broken. The spider was already moving toward its prey. Jeff didn't even look back, just lowered his head. There was nowhere to run. To fight? With a spider? Impossible, because it is very huge, and Jeff is not so strong to resist it. 

"But I can try... At least try.”- the thought flashed through his mind. 

Plus, he still had a knife that could rip open the monster's belly. The spider began to crawl faster towards woods, and as soon as he pounced, the maniac pounced back and pushed it down on its back, stabbing insect with a knife. The spider screeched, and its fellows immediately swooped in, surrounding Jeff and pouncing on him at once. Water mixed with various debris gushed out of the drainpipe and pushed the spiders out along with their prey. A second later, Jeff hit the liquid surface and sank, but then surfaced, choking and coughing. He was in a puddle... A very large, deep and dirty puddle. Woods survived again. Unlike the spiders- they’re on the ground with their legs curled up, which could only mean that they died when they hit a hard surface. When “smiley” got out of the puddle, he grabbed his right hand and whimpered something, and the hand became very swollen, its owner abruptly pulled the sleeve up. Two bloody holes appeared on his right forearm, around which the skin was red. Immediately, my heart began to ache. The killer bit his lips, trying to stifle his squeaks, and felt the poison coursing through his veins. But before it was too late, man took the belt from his pants and tied it just above the bite until it was blue, and then began to squeeze the poison and blood out of the bite with his other hand, but it didn't help much. 

"Maybe it's for the best... Cause the spiders didn't tore me apart...”

 Jeff started walking aimlessly, holding the belt on his forearm, but he heard something again. "Who's there?" Who's giggling?! the maniac gripped the knife and pointed it at the laughing stranger. There was no one near the killer, but someone's head was visible in the puddle. It was a thin, sunken face that belonged to a young boy. His complexion was deathly pale, his eyes were black with red pupils, and there were bloodstains under them, and his hair was light brown and wet. On top of his head hung a long green and equally wet cap. And his grimace inspired both horror and bewilderment: was he smiling or showing his white teeth? Jeff was sure that this drowned man was dangerous, and he was clearly laughing at woods, gloating over his sad fate. But the drowned youth was as still as a statue, and the immense emptiness in his eyes was mesmerizing. And the maniac, too, stood motionless, holding the knife in a death grip, his eyes devouring this dead creature as it devoured him. In theory, the fight that Jeff was already sick of should start again. His expectations were not met. The head of the drowned man slowly sank under the water. Woods stood for a few more minutes, thinking to go over and make sure the creature was gone. He noticed that the spiders weren't dead. They began to come to their senses slowly, moving their paws in the air and crackling their bristles. Fortunately, they were still stunned, and Jeff moved forward, picking up the pace, even though it was incredibly difficult for him. And there was another puddle to cross, and the poison was making the guy worse. Jeff was also afraid that if he went into another puddle, the same drowned man would jump out, but this time with the intent to kill. 

"What's the difference? I'll Wake up anyway... Or not? It's even better if I don't Wake up at all."- The killer went knee-deep in the water. 

Then up to the waist, and then up to the chest. He immediately felt worse, his heart began to hurt more, and his stomach began to rumble. "Your mother... The spiders had already recovered and were moving toward the puddle, although there were less than a dozen of them, but this did not save the killer's position. The stabbing pain in my heart from the poison, the cramps in my stomach, and the pain in my ankle from a sprained leg made it worse. At some point, when he reached the middle of the pool, where it was deepest, Jeff just went under the water and, having passed out, began to sink. He didn't feel the water flowing into his tonsils and lungs through his mouth or nose, or his body getting heavier and deeper under the water. But he began to see strange behavior. He was at the very bottom, feeling the water on all sides and the cold. And the feeling of being filled with water disappeared. There was no sense of suffocation, as if the need to breathe had disappeared, all the pain from the poison, dislocation, and indigestion had also disappeared. But most importantly, he clearly felt that he was dangling in the depths of the water naked. Deeper still, in the darkness itself, there was a brilliant greenish light, like the light at the end of a tunnel.

"Am I dead? Really dead? Is this heaven? Purgatory?"- As Jeff silently asked himself the question, someone else's naked body leaned against his back. Very thin and bony body. Then a thin hand closed over Jeff's eyes. By touch, guy could feel the tight metal shackle and chain around the other's wrist. He felt lips close to his ear. The creature behind him whispered softly in a young voice: 

"Don't go into the light. It's too early for you to die.”- The voice was surprisingly clear in the depths of the water. :

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Крики мужчин все еще тенью ложились на сознание мальчика. Поскольку его глаза на тот момент ничего не видели, воображение само рисовало ту бойню, которую устроил этот жуткий и непонятный зверь. В нем было столько всего нечеловеческого, но он обманчиво на него был похож. Ведь у этого монстра было пропорционально человеческое лицо с носом глазами и ртом. Только откуда такие противные растяжки на щеках? Что с его заостренными ушами? Как столько иглоподобных зубов могли умещаться в ротовой полости, не разрывая десна и губы к чертям?

Что с глазами, если они у существа вообще есть? Что за смола стекала с его аккуратного подбородка? А самое главное - Джеффу показалось, или вместо человеческих ступней ног были руки, некое подобие кистей рук, анатомически переходящее в куриные лапы? Как он вообще на них стоит, а тем более бегает. Серая кожа Вудса практически не смущала - он сам то выглядит, как будто искупался в кокаине, и теперь хронически обдолбан. И отчасти так можно о нем сказать.

На протяжении сна он чувствовал себя так, словно в утробе. Без плодной жидкости, просто внутренняя жара, атмосфера душности и тесноты с не очень благоухающим ароматом слизи. Но все равно присутствовало ощущение уюта. Защиты. Тепла и заботы. Возможно ностальгические чувства о материнской любви. Поэтому просыпаться не хотелось. После такого стресса, когда тебе трижды прострелили живот, сон - это лучшее лекарство перед смертью. Вудс верил, что утробное злоключение - это просто предсмертные конвульсии.

И так оно и было, пока его что-то не изрыгает наружу, на мороз. На твердую цементную поверхность, грязную и пыльную. И Джеффри дрожит, сжимаясь в комочек, как новорожденный, но вернуться в реальность сил не было. Это напоминало акт перерождения, реинкарнации.

Извне слышалось рычание. Звуки телесных метаморфоз с хрустом костей. Шаги по цементу. Руки с острыми ногтями, которые оттаскивали беднягу в угол помещения.

Дальше парень чувствует спиной плед. Еще один на его ногах. Уже лучше.

Но дальше что-то странное. Грудь и живот раздеты, чужие руки проводят по тонкой коже. сырой скомканный снег прошелся по выстрелам, вызвав дрожь. Но это лишь цветочки. Палец проходит внутрь раны. Два пальца. Глубоко, нащупав пулю. Коготки ловко вытаскивают инородный предмет. Затем снова сырой снег проходит по ране. Внутрь пихают что-то травянистое. И так еще два раза, та же неприглядная процедура. Чутке уши слышали болезненное постанывание Джеффа, поэтому нечто стало тихо оглаживать голову "пациента" и неумело прикладываться губами к темени. Оно еще не умело утешать.

Тишина чередовалась со свистом зимнего ветра. Уже были заморозки, носом Вудс чувствовал снежные хлопья. Пришло время проснуться. Первое, что Джеффри видит - это дырявая крыша, плохо прикрытая шифером. Сбоку белая стена, изрисованная детским мелом. С другой стороны тоже белая стена с окном, откуда настойчиво напрашивалась надвигающаяся метель. На полу одиноко лежала негодная проржавевшая люстра. Где-то стояло два антикварных стула. Само помещение выглядело, как большой забытый зал. Первая мысль - это заброшенное поместье. Заброшенное очень давно, возможно полвека назад, когда даже родители Джеффа были в утробе. Красиво, но не пригодно для жизни.

Хоть Вудс и был закутан во все тряпки и шторы, какие были здесь, все еще холодно. При попытке опереться на руки с рыком хватается за живот. Он перевязан, кожей чувствовал листья, но все равно больно.

Ничего не оставалось, кроме как сильнее закутаться в ткани с головой и упереться лицом в стену, а потом терпеть спонтанные судороги.

Это продолжалось недолго - через то же окно вскарабкивается виновник того, что бывший испытуемый выжил. Только подросток повернул голову назад, то немедленно прижался всей спиной к холодному гипсовому барельефу. Да, больно, да, рука в которой уже был валявшийся рядом гвоздь, дрожала от всего на свете - но что ты будешь делать, когда вживую увидишь гуманоидное чучело, которое при этом одного с тобой возраста. Действительно - лицо то точь в точь, как у 14-летнего мальчика. Достаточно аккуратное и подтянутое, с округлыми чертами. Но глаза... Это вообще глаза, а не дырки?

"Я же... Я же думал, что мне это все снится, мне же привиделось... Боже, мне же это просто привиделось, ну не бывает так в реальной жизни! Господи, ну скажи, чо это просто сон, и что я уже умер давно, ну пожалуйста!"- бледнолицый вжимается в угол сильнее, лицо искажается в недоумении на гране плача.

Он просто не знал, как реагировать на это создание. Абсолютно все, что было описано выше - было реальным. Деформированные ступни, каменно-серая кожа, смольная жидкость на лице. Голова была побрита, но было видно, что волосы каштаново-красные. С одной стороны это страшно. Ты не знаешь, что он сделает дальше. Может он зализывал Джеффу раны лишь для того, чтобы съесть живьем. В то же время от него веяло грацией, чем-то... Безопасным, спокойным, умиротворяющим, так как мимика никакой агрессии не выказывала. Скорее обеспокоенность.

А с другой стороны Джеффу все казалось нелепым. Ибо тварь была одета только в рубашку, штаны куда-то благополучно пропали, пока оно рыскало снаружи. Он, это точно был он, орган был на месте. И это было абсурдно и малость смешно, это сбивало Вудса с толку, что он видит монстра полуголым. 

Серые ноги побиты и покрыты мелкими царапинами, что не мешало гуманоиду подходить ближе и ближе. Судя по промежности, ему не вдомек про личную гигиену.

Джефф ничего не может сделать, он и сам это понимает. Терпеливо томится в ожидании того, что сделает стоящий перед ним. Вернее уже сидящий на корточках.

- Кто ты...- не выдержал брюнет, сжимая край "одеяла". Ноги вплотную прижались в груди.

Серокожий указал пальцем на себя и вопросительно приоткрыл рот.

Джефф прекрасно понял его.

- Да, ты. Ты кто? Тебя... Как зову?.- пока это единственное, что сумел спросить. О том, что с ним сделали, и поему он конкретно здесь, спрашивать даже не собирался. 

Ведь логически и так ясно - ему вытащили пули, залечили раны, но до этого притащили сюда, потому здесь никто не живет, а значит никто не будет искать. Но кто этот "спаситель"?