The Arks - Chapter 373

Kris looked closely and realized this was his mother’s remains that he was looking at. Her necklace remained on her neck, untouched for all these years.

“You made her that necklace. Surely, that would the one thing you would have never forgotten.

“How is that possible? I could’ve sworn that I saw her body in my house this morning…”

“Which morning are you referring to?”

“Today…”

“The morning of the day after she died?”

“Shut up! She’s not dead!”

“Insolent fool. Look at the truth and face reality. She has been dead for years. Her flesh is no longer on her and she has been reduced to nothing but bones. Your warped mind has been broken to the point of no return.”

“Your spell might be quite strong but it won’t be enough to deter me…”

The voice was getting frustrated at Kris’ mental state. It decided that it was time for the true torture of the spell.

“Since you won’t listen to my words, I’ll let you get a feel of how it is for your poor mother…”

The corpse sprung back to life, sacring Kris. He backed away as the thing crawled out of the glass tank. He was going backward as he looked at the skeleton starting to take on someone. Flesh emerged from each crevice of the bones, starting with the face. A bony arm reached out to Kris.

“Kill me… Let me go…” mȯȧnėd the skeleton, who had half of a face.

Kris was startled as he saw his mother’s face on that corpse. Within a few seconds, the corpse was no longer a skeleton but his mother. But she had no eyes. She screamed out in pain as she clutched her ċhėst.

“End my suffering… I killed myself to end this… You worthless scoundrel, you couldn’t even change your ways after seeing what you’ve done to me. You went and killed innocent lives…” howled the mother, who managed to get a hold of Kris.

“You brought shame to our family. You’ve taken so many innocent lives that you make the Devil look like a saint. You are nothing but a sham… And I want you to die!” shouted his mother, grabbing Kris’ neck with her hands.

“I should never have birthed you! You should never be born! If I knew that you would become this, I would have killed myself sooner! How could I have created such a monster?! It’s all your fault! All your fault! If you hadn’t been alive, your father and I would have a better life…”

“GO TO HELL!” screeched the mother, adding more pressure to the boy’s neck.

Kris was in tears, begging his mother to stop saying such words to her son. But this did not faze the mother one bit. Kris felt something else grab him. He looked down to see hands. He was horrified to see so many tiny hands grabbing onto his legs.

Mustering up his last ounce of power, Kris closed his eyes and delivered an uppercut to his mother, effectively getting him out of the struggle. He quickly pried away from the tiny hands and tried running away. But something held him down. He looked at his ankle.

He was petrified as a baby held onto his ankle. The baby was green and was drooling out a purple liquid. But the appalling thing was when the baby turned to face him.

“Mama… I want Mama…” whɨnėd the baby as he tugged onto Kris’ pants.

Terror struck him as he realized that this was Rina’s son. The baby that he promised to cure was turned into a pincushion and became part of his experiments. Kris shook the baby away but was just in time to look at the horde of people in front of him.

A few had no limbs, some were missing prominent features of their face. A few had extra limbs and some were sewn together. And a figure of a lady stood out, with her eye sockets being empty.

“Did you forget about us?” asked the blind lady, reaching out to Kris.

“You turned my partner against me and the professor blinded me… Give me back my eyes…”

“Get away from me!” yelled Kris, taking off.

But no matter how far he ran, he never did move from the spot. And, the swarm of the dead was catching up to him. They grabbed him and clawed onto him. The children that he had used for experiments. The ȧduŀts that died from his sabotage.

“Give us back our limbs…”

“Give us back our lives…”

The mȯȧns and groans of the horde were defining to Kris as he began to spiral into madness once more.. By the time the spell ended, Kris was in tears, bawling his eyes out at the horrifying scene.