Eden: Snake’s Venom Part one

Eric shook as he sat in the darkened room of the apartment building.  His body felt cold under all the cover he had wrapped himself in. no matter what he did he was still cold, his body weak. There was only one thing that could fix the chill rushing down his body. His mind was plagued with paranoia. The shadows of each item in his room seemed to close in on him. He was like a child in the dark, fear were painted on his face.  1

Every noise, every light, every breathe brought a new fear to him. The sounds came louder and closer, they were deafening to his ears. Eric Dawson was a student at the famed Eden Academy; training to control his demonic senses. One wouldn’t know it if they saw him now.    As he sat soaking in his own piss and sweat, he kept telling himself, “It will be over soon, it will be over soon.”2

“Cry, Cry, young one as the winds of reality blow upon you unprotected body. Naked and thrown to the winds are you, my child.” a voice called from the darkness of his room. The voice was familiar to Eric, he had heard it many times. A voice that brought his comforted at this time; the voice of a snake. The voice of his savior in this time of reality. 3

To weak to even move, Eric struggled to even more his hands. Upon his sickening waist were to small teeth marks, wounds from a bite. “P..lea..ssse,” Eric beg barely having enough breath in his body to say that one word. A figure emerged from the shadows as if made of them. The figure was a man. A smile of caring and warmth upon his face. His reptilian eyes held innocence, like he could do no wrong. He wore only a long black coat which he had soon taken off as he moved towards Eric.4

Covering this figures naked body were tattoos: his whole body was covered with tattoos of snakes. There was one that stood out, a anaconda head on his back.  It looked like it would come alive at any moment. Still holding that smile upon his face the man, took Eric’s hand into his. “Do you wish to gain the power to control your reality. To see what you wish to see.” the man said in the gentlest of voices that Eric had every heard.  5

Upon hearing this the man closed his eyes, his hand gripping onto Eric. A forced smile appeared on Eric’s face as he saw what happened next, the tattoos on the mans body begun to move. Slither like a pit of snakes would. Slowly one, a black and red cobra snake moved it’s way across the arms. As it slithered towards Eric, it started to grow, it was becoming real. The man’s eyes stayed close as he willed the snake to Eric. It’s skin touching the sickening pale skin of Eric, moving toward the two wounds on his waist. 6

A pleasure filled ecstasy caused Eric to sigh as the snake bite into the wounds. His venom sending warmth and calm through Eric’s body. Rushing to his heart, placing him in a state of nirvana, a state of bliss. The paranoia and fear left his body as he soon fell back into his piss ridden bed and fell into a peaceful and serene slumber. The man rose as the snake retreated into his arm and they all once again became tattoos. “Sleep now,” the man said as his voice turned from that of a gentle friend to a venomous snake he was, “Tomorrow, your dreams will become a nightmare.”  Eric laid in the bed, he was lost in his own paradise; unaware that the wounds on his arm were turning red.7

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