Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ time off ❯ Chicken wuss ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A small beam of light shone through the darkness, and Zell’s shout echoed through it, “Rinoa! Rinoa! Are you ok? Answer me!”
Before she could reply, another stone fell and blocked the hole. She ran to the wall and began to try to move the stones, but it was useless. They were locked in place. She turned and slumped against the wall.
“No…not like this…. I can’t do this alone. Help me, somebody….Squall…”
then she slumped to the floor, lowered her head, hugged her knees, and began to cry. From the other side of the wall, Zell was frantically trying to remove the stones, but he too discovered it was impossible. As he turned to get help, four of the dirty SABERS blocked his way. Their bodies began contorting into strange positions, and their speech pattern was very wrong.
“OH… ZeLLY BELLy!…YOU… DON’T need HELP!….YOU….should….COMEWITHUS!”
“The hell are you!” Zell shouted, as his mind junctioned Full Life to his Ergheiz.
“You don’t…NEED to know….NOW cOme with Us…… OR we’LL dEep Fry YoU cHicKENwuSS!”
And with that they lunged at him all at once. He ran up the wall and back flipped over them. They continued to run, and hit the wall hard. They fell down in the comedic, legs-coming-up fashion but rolled over and stood up as if nothing happened.
They stood facing the wall they just hit, heads jerking violently to the side. Suddenly they whipped around. they grabbed at their clothes and ripped them off, revealing gray, fetid, acrid smelling skin. Skin devoid of any kind of genitalia or nipples, or a belly button. The burns Zell saw earlier were actually tattoos, done in a precise manner that covered the vital organs of the body. They began to quake and the tattoos began to run towards the floor, as if they were being rinsed off.
The dirty SABERS began to drip and melt. Their eyes investigating what their brains looked like and shrieking like banshees. They eventually formed a black puddle and from that puddle arose a creature with an odor so foul it made garbage wrapped in vomit seem appetizing. It loomed over Zell, standing about 9 feet to his 6. it had one eye, yellow with green pupils. It had a steady stream of puss falling from it. One arm was a useless child’s arm, the other about 5 feet in length and heavily muscled with razor sharp claws, was a different story.
It didn’t have legs, but rather a tail-like base that coiled and formed a cone. Its torso like the rest of its body was skinless and rotten in some places. You could see through the ribcage into its chest. Zell fought back the urge to vomit as he watched a black dead heart do its mock job of circulating dead blood into the creatures veins. It sprouted wings and let out an anguished roar. the wings were the traditional bat style wings, except that they were full of holes. Really just skeleton wings. Its gaping maw filled with jagged mismatched teeth of different size, shapes, and species, began to foam. A tongue emerged, Long and thick, caressing the razors in its mouth, cutting itself, not seeming to notice or care.
It reared up and threw its arm behind itself. its lone eye watching Zell closely. Then it began to laugh and screamed,
“BWwAHA…..dEeP FriED chicken…..WUSSSSSS!
And in the blink of an eye, a club filled with knives threw itself at Zell.