He woke up dead.
Dexter's first breath back was full of blood.
His sight was hazy but he could tell he was in a room and apparently he was on the floor, his head felt heavy like it had been hit by a truck, he opened his mouth and said in a bare whisper.
"What the fuck happened, my head feels like it explode." He laid there for a few more minutes waiting for his strength to return back to him, a while later the throbbing in his head lessened and he could think more rationally.
"How in god's name did I end up here, where the hell am I even?" One thing was sure, he would not be getting the answer to that question by laying down there. "The only thing I can remember is my name, what was it again. Oh right Dexter something. What the fuck did I do to my head, it feels like it's going to explode."
Dexter groaned as he drew in all his mighty to push his body into a sitting position, the room was dimly lit, the only light that entered came from the open window.
It was a soft moonlight glow, that gave the room barely enough lighting. It took a while for Dexter's eyes to adjust to the light.
His hand dipped into a puddle of red fluid that was slowly forming a pool beneath him and it seemed to be growing more by the second. Dexter looked at it and almost recoiled, "What the fuck, this is blood right? Is it... Mine!"
Paranoid he searched himself for a potential wound, still he doubted he would be losing so much blood and not know himself. "This can't be mine."
He searched almost every inch of his body and was about to take a sigh of relief when he felt his chest. His eyes widened and his face went as pale as a ghost, his chest was hollow.
His eyes widened. His skin turned deathly pale. The space where his heart was supposed to be... was hollow.
A hole.
A fist-sized hole.
Arteries dangled, twitching.
Blood dripped.
He screamed.
Dexter's eyes further winded in horror as he could see blood leaking out of it staining his naked body.
"What the fuck—my clothes are gone, and so is my heart. Perfect. Just bloody perfect."
Dexter panicked unsure of what part of him he should be worried about more. It took a strong will for him to decide to put his hand through it to see whether this was an illusion or not. "Please let this be a fucking prank." His voice was gritty and mad, his eyes trembling as he raised his hand and brought it closer to the hole in his chest to confirm his fears.
His hand trembled mid air as it started to pass through his insides, he could feel the touch of his skin on his insides making him feel it was more real than he could ever imagine. It wasn't till his hand came out at the other end that he retracted it and screamed like a mad man.
"Holy fuck, am I dead? Am I a zombie?" He cried as he jumped back only to bump into someone, this startled him, he jerked forward and spun back to confront this person who he believed was responsible for his predicament. "Who the fuck are you a--"
His words got caught on his throat as he gagged at the sight before. There were three people before him, one male and two females, they were all naked as he was but were suspended mid air like they floated there. Their arms were stretched out and he could see that their eyes had been pulled out of their sockets, and blood dropped out from them.
Dexter was horrified and confused at the same time, he could not come to comprehend what had happened to these people but also what in the world was he doing there, and how did he get there? Nothing made sense and the more he thought the more it hurt to think.
"How the fuck are these people suspended in the air?" He screamed.
As he backed into a wall memories flashed into his mind, there was a dark room, candles, and chanting.
His eyes darted to the side where he caught sight of a set of clothes, perhaps due to memory or instinct he picked out a cloth, he slipped into and found out it was his fit.
Dexter wanted nothing more than to escape the dimly lit room as he was about to button up the top layer of his thin blue shirt he paused, the clothes were now soaked in blood from the gaping hole in his chest. His body trembled more and more, "How the fuck am I alive right now?" He asked himself yet again.
"I need to get the fuck out of here." He looked away from his current state and aimed for the lone door that stood at the end of the room. At the other end was his freedom from this nightmare, a nightmare— maybe this was what it was. And he wanted nothing more than to be done with it.
Just as he was about taking the first step he feels a hand wrap around his neck and press hard on his chest, a blistering cold hit his body like he had been soaked in a frozen pond. All the pores in his body went dead, the air that left his lungs were giving physical signs of steam and heat, only a second hand passed but he could already feel the nails of the hand pressing deep into his chest, the hand from the feeling was the same palm size as that of a normal person.
But was where the similarity ended. Dexter could feel the difference in the size and shape of each finger, they were as long as a human thigh and as thin as a small metal pole, the skin underneath felt rough like it had scales on it. Feeling it on him would have made Dexter made tremble but his body was frozen out of fear.
Another second passed and this time another hand wrapped around him and pulling him into an embrace, a cold sardonic voice spoke into his ears, in a manner that almost made his ear freeze off. "Leaving so soon?"