Story 850: Abyss Stirs

The streets were silent.

Not the kind of silence that came with peace. The kind that whispered death.

Evelyn pressed her ear to Mia’s chest. Still breathing. Barely. The infected wound was still there, but whatever that thing had done to her—it had lost its grip.

For now.

Reaper scanned the rooftops, shotgun at the ready. “That thing didn’t run,” he muttered. “It’s watching.”

And he was right.

High above, perched like a predator waiting for the perfect moment, the Mind Eater clung to the side of a broken building. Its grotesque body pulsed, regenerating. The wounds they had inflicted were already sealing, the flesh knitting itself back together in ways that shouldn’t be possible.

Its jaw twitched.

A voice, not its own, spoke from deep within its throat.

“She is not yours anymore.”

Evelyn felt Mia’s body shudder in her arms. A response. Her fingers curled weakly, as if she recognized the voice—like it was still inside her.