Makun darted, toward the mom and her daughter, limbs moving in jagged, broken motions like a marionette controlled by something that did not understand how bodies worked.
Most entities of the outermost layer of the deep were blood thirsty. Mostly because they vibrated at the lowest frequency and fed on what could be known as negativity.
They fed on fear. Fed on despair and violence.
That is how most of them ended up as blood thirsty beings.
After taking control of Makun, and locking eyes with their prey, they would take time to dissect and enjoy the prey, from their emotions to their blood.
On the other side of the park,
Mary froze.
Her small hand, still reaching for Ruffy's leash, went limp. The dog barked once, then whimpered and bolted in the opposite direction.
She did not scream.
She could not.
Her brain could not process what she was seeing. The thing crawled toward her, twisted and wrong, with black eyes and a mouth full of blood.
Her mother saw it a second later.
