four hours ago—
U.S.
New York
Port Hempstead
Raisha Andrivna Pushina was pushed roughly to the ground.
Her face was scratched with a large scar on the rough concrete floor, and the burning pain seemed to burn into her brain. Tears welled up in her eyes because of the pain, and a cold gun barrel slapped her intact face.
"Be a good girl."
The heavily accented Russian rang in her ears, accompanied by a brutish, vague laugh.
A crumpled suit was thrown on the ground, Laisha trembled and tried to curl up, she heard the sound of the zipper being pulled open...
A man leaned over, and he pulled the rough uniform on Laisha's body. The strong smell of vodka, along with the strong smell of yogurt on the man's body, spread into Laisha's nostrils.
It looked like they had just had a nice meal.
Laisha felt as if there was another soul in her body. She stared at this terrifying scene indifferently, and said nonsense words in her head.
The place they were in was a dead end of the harbour. Cement cylinders stood beside a few huge rusted shipping containers. Dirty sea water slapped the dilapidated wharf. Several Russians in ill-fitting suits were stirring the ground. Concrete - Laisha knows that in a little while, she and her uncle's family will be cut into pieces and mixed with the concrete to be filled into a concrete cylinder and thrown into the salty sea water. .
If she's lucky enough, her remains may be found in the warm weather next year... but no one really cares where she came from or where she went.
Tears began to well up in her eyes, this time from extreme fear and mourning.
Laisha regrets it more than ever that she shouldn't have smuggled here - she thought it would have what she wanted, the world so vividly portrayed in Hollywood movies and TV shows: handsome men, like sapphires The swimming pool, the life of a drunken fan...
But the real reality is that the only thing she can do in America is to curl up in the cloakroom that her uncle gave her. She is only fifteen years old, her blonde hair is as bright as the May sunshine, and her skin is as fair as milk that has just been squeezed out... But She still has to spend fourteen hours a day steam ironing expensive clothes she can't afford in her lifetime in the depths of a dry cleaner.
But in just two months, her fingers were almost rotten, and her eyes were full of burns left by the steam. But the worst is far from being discovered when she tries to escape, and the worst is that she has no idea that the uncle who took her in actually owes a lot of money to the Russian gangsters - and, at the same time, to escape that horrific debt , he served as an informant for a careless sheriff in the NYPD.
This is probably the dumbest decision he ever made, because he made a big hole in his head, and Laisha's aunt was dragged to the back of the container just now, and she heard her at the beginning The screams - Laisha once cursed the mean and mean woman when she was so smoked that the flesh on her fingers almost fell off, but when she heard the scream, for the first time she sincerely Start praying that Our Lady will save her.
Then even the screams gradually weakened.
Laisha was left at the end. The fifteen-year-old girl with her tender beauty just catered to the hobby of a small leader in this organization.
She didn't want to remember what happened next.
What's certain is that when the leader pulled out of her body, she clearly felt her lower body was completely soaked in her own blood, and they tied her hands and calves together for ease. She was horribly abused, and now that her shoulder had been dislocated, the pain nearly made her faint.
"… Who else isn't there? We have to hurry up, my mom asked me to go to her house for dinner tonight… Well, last fifteen minutes, hurry up."
Raisha heard someone talking beside her.
In excruciating pain, the fear of guns and violence faded from her body like a sea of ebb tide, and was replaced by bone-chilling anger and despair.
When more people gathered around, she bit down hard at what was in her mouth.
Because of this little resistance, Laisha was forcibly removed from her chin, and the demons wrapped in human shapes began to treat her in a more terrifying way out of anger...
"… merciful Virgin Mary... deliver me from all danger, may you save my soul. I place all my hope in you, Mother of God, please keep me under your feet, please Have pity... who will help me... help me..."
Laisha felt those cold and rough foreign bodies ravaging her body, and her face had almost no intact flesh because it had been rubbing on the ground.
In tears and blood, she prayed to the ethereal God with her most desperate and devout heart.
Her voice was broken, but someone could still hear it.
"That's the funniest thing I've heard, hey, Ivanov, stop covering your crotch? Did you hear that? This girl is praying, she thinks there's anyone else to save her …”
The young Russian sneered and pulled the pole from between her legs, he said with a laugh at his friend.
But the man did not respond to him immediately. He stood on the edge of the pier, looking strangely at the brown water of Hempstead Harbor.
"Ivanov? What are you looking at"
The young man walked towards him, and he stood beside him.
"that place… "
Ivanov pointed to the water in the distance, "I feel like there is something..."
The young man twitched the corners of his mouth. He patted Ivanov on the shoulder and didn't care.
"I just don't know what you're talking about. The boss gave us fifteen minutes to solve the problem. You know what we're going to do later is hard work. You'd better enjoy it..."
He continued to speak, but a gust of wind with a fine mist made him suddenly stop.
He turned his head in shock and looked in the direction Ivanov had just stared at, and he finally knew why the other party said there was something there—
An obvious water mark was rushing towards them at a terrifying speed, the waves were lifted very high, and even the wind brought a salty and stench.
"What the hell is this..."
He pulled Ivanov back, but as if in the blink of an eye, the water mark had come to the edge of the pier along with the huge waves.
"Whoa-"
A huge wave came up.
Ivanov and his companions took their arms from their heads, their clothes were completely wet, and their faces were full of sea water.
"damn it!"
Ivanov cursed and wiped the water from his face, opened his eyes, and saw the thing on the concrete floor of the pier...
"This, what is this..."
Almost everyone couldn't help but take a step back when they saw that thing.
It looked like a rotting whale carcass, or rather, like a prop crawled out of a B-grade monster movie.
Its size is very large, the part that droops on the ground is two meters long, and it even has a tail immersed in the sea water. The part on the ground is covered with body segments like a centipede that has been enlarged countless times. On both sides of the body segment are countless symmetrically distributed cloth feet. It seems that the part of the head is covered with A ring-shaped tentacle-like thing was covered, and at the place where the carapace and the tentacles were unsewn, four bright red eyeballs spun around.
"Oh, it looks like I've disturbed you all."
What makes people feel creepy is that the monster's opening and closing actually sent out a sentence in English with a strange voice.
…
"Shoot! Shoot!"
After a brief pause for a few seconds, all the gang members subconsciously fired at the apparently non-human monster in screams. The empty bullet casings fell continuously on the wet ground, and every now and then, sparks would be seen popping open on the monster's dark brown carapace.
No one knows how long the shooting lasted... For everyone present, the period of time before all the bullets were fired was almost all of their lives.
The monster slowly curled up in the continuous fire attack, its feet stretched into the carapace, and its tail was drawn out of the water and formed a circle.
After the gun "Katakata" sounded empty for a long time, the other people present slowly put down the guns in their hands.
The monster slowly drooped down like a deflated balloon in their sight.
"It, is it dead?"
Someone asked in Ivanov's ear.
"I don't know... it looks like it's dead..."
…
They hesitated for a long time next to the "corpse" of the monster, and finally they sent a hapless man to take a closer look at the monster's condition.
Well, that unlucky guy was Ivanov.
He walked towards it tremblingly, then lowered his head, and put his hands on the monster's skin tremblingly - just at this moment, the carapace, which seemed to be extremely hard just now, was sticky and soft to the touch, like an animal Corrupted flesh long after death.
"Hey, Ivanov, is it dead?"
The others watched the hapless Russian standing half-squatting in front of the monster, his body almost frozen and motionless.
"Ivanov?!"
But after a long time, he still did not respond to the shouts of his companions.
The other two people in the gang exchanged glances, and they searched for the last few bullets with solemn expressions, put them in their magazines, and then walked towards it step by step.
"Squeak-"
A pale hand tore from the inside of Ivanov's body the moment they approached.
Then it plunged straight into the skulls of the other two.
"Help, help—"
Seeing this terrifying scene, some people screamed and stepped back in an attempt to escape, but they didn't realize that, surrounding this small pier, countless thin pale blue tentacles were slowly floating in the air...
One, two, three, four...
It didn't take long for the tentacles to be pulled out of those human bodies, and they were withdrawn into the body little by little.
Someone walked slowly past the shriveled corpses.
He bent down, stripped an expensive coat and leather shoes from one of the corpses and put them on himself. He even took off the brand new watch on the wrist of the little Russian leader and put it on his wrist.
The sun shone a little bit of golden light from the edge of a cloudy cloud, just like the "Angel's Gate" coincidentally shot on the man's body.
His appearance was as pale as marble without any blood color, and his long silver hair was so light and soft that it seemed to be floating in mid-air as if it were alive. He has a dreamlike facial contour, and is extremely handsome if you ignore the four bright red eyes on his face.
"Ah, sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you," he looked at the corpse on the ground without any guilt, tilted his head and thought for a while, like a giant water anaconda in the Amazon, his jaws opened in an incredible way , and then swallowed the shriveled flesh into his body one by one, "Actually, I'm busy sending gifts to one of my friends..."
He muttered apologetically to the corpses.
Just now he dived under the water—cut right into the cable that the NYC Power Authority had set up here, and made some small adjustments to disguise a mental backtracking point using the EMP effect.
If nothing else, the confused humans will soon set this place as a key investigation area.
It is precisely because of this that he really has no time to deal with this group of primates who are easily disturbed and very fragile.
He finished eating quickly, then looked at his clothes with satisfaction, some hair fell on his forehead automatically, covering his extra eyes.
He looks handsome and charismatic now, like a real human being. Then he took a step, humming a song briskly to get out of here... but a wet hand grabbed his ankle.
A girl who had to be very reluctant to see her human form rolled her eyes and stared at him in the stench of blood.
"...you...are...the...angel... who came to save me..."
She managed to squeeze a voice out of her throat.
He shook his head.
"I don't think I'm the same person you're thinking of - in fact, I don't have a name, you can call me 'Prince' if you want."
He smiled at Laisha.
However, the girl who was dying was completely unable to truly understand everything around her.
In her fuzzy world, the white hair of the 'Prince' danced slowly in the air like the wings of a real angel.
Tears of joy welled up from her eyes.
"Mother of Mercy... thank you... thank you for sending an angel to meet me... thank you for accepting me..."
She whimpered and leaned against the instep of the 'Prince'.
The dying man's strength was greater than the 'Prince' had imagined, and he watched with interest Laisha's prayers and thanks before she died. It's hard to imagine that after encountering such a terrible thing, the girl's face was covered with a happy smile at this time - and this smile appeared only because of her hallucination.
The 'Prince' was baffled by the strangeness of human beings.
In fact, he could easily break free from Laisha's grasp if he wanted to, but he didn't.
He bent down, held Laisha in his arms and observed it carefully.
She is dying.
The 'Prince' watched playfully as the charming look in Laisha's eyes gradually dimmed. He leaned down and touched her lips lightly.
If there is any living person beside them at this time, I am afraid that this scene will be beautiful and moving.
A man like the Holy Spirit and a dying maiden, and a gentle kiss.
Of course, the truth of the matter is far from this - in the mouth of the 'Prince', a bluish tentacle is sliding down Laisha's esophagus, sliding down...
Then it was like a seed with countless branches and branches, puncturing the girl's original internal organs bit by bit, and then constructing other parts in her body.
The 'Prince' raised his head, and he put Laisha's body on the ground.
one second,
two seconds,
three seconds
…
The blonde girl who had stopped breathing suddenly opened her eyes.