Carnophobia || Natepat fanfiction

Carnophobia || Prologue

Prologue
-Before Birth-

❝Young Johnny was their most recent victim,❞ Violent fearful whispers passed through the village.

❝Mr. Patrick is going to avenge his son's death.❞

Ready with a gun strung over his back, the emotional Mr. Patrick wiped a tear from his face which had slipped out. When facing an enemy you can't show any signs of weakness. The grieving father prepared himself and began climbing the hill of which he son had died on.

❝a foolish man comes to face us.❞ Chants and sniggers fill the foggy air of the hill.

❝he's going to die here.❞
❝We'll feast upon his flesh.❞

Despite his exhaustion Mr. Patrick kept climbing beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. The father wasn't giving up he would remain strong and avenge his son and his village who had suffered too long. This family had made them all suffer for so long.

No villager could relax on the hill, no villager could be out after midnight and would have to lock their doors tightly. If they didn't abide by these rules they'd die. It was that simple.

❝You don't scare me!❞ Mr. Patrick yelled out desperately wiping the sweat away with the sleeve of his jacket. He lent down with his hands on his knees panting heavily, it had been a while since the father had exercised besides running after Johnny during a game of tag. He teared up slightly at the fact, that he'd never see his son again, there wasn't even a body to bury, just a skeleton with no sign of flesh.

The sun was beating down violently, making Mr. Patrick sweat more easily and become sleepy and even slightly loopy.

❝in my dreams I see a feast for us.❞

He pushed the thoughts off as just figments of his imagination, he was just thinking too far into everything none of this was happening.

Fiction was mixing with reality nothing seemed real anymore, images of creatures coated in blood and intestines, infected cuts and bruises clear on their yellowish colour skinned. 'This isn't real' he told himself fearfully swallowing the lump in his throat.

The creatures he was seeing still had a stroke of humanity shinning in their eyes. Mr. Patrick looked them dead in the eyes, a stupid idea rather. The creatures growled at him in turn, one of them with a woman look appearance took a step forward, a swollen bump in her stomach a large infected scar ripping across it. The creature let out a whimper then smirked.

❝You're going to die,❞ The womanly creature lent forward and hissed with a snake like tongue. The bump in her stomach pushed forward the shape of a hand clear. Mr. Patrick swallowed thickly.

'It's not real,' he thought in a lame attempt to comfort himself.

Fear is a powerful thing, even the happiest of thoughts can be turned into dark depressing terrifying thoughts if fear is allowed control.

The creature which resembled a woman reached forward and placed her hand on the grieving, vengeful father's cheek. A dark smirk on her chapped lips, behind those destroyed lips were sharp teeth laced with rotting flesh, the exact flesh of his son.

However the father didn't know this and allowed the hand to gently caress his face, it felt almost as if he were in his mother's embrace. The hand stunk of blood but Mr. Patrick ignored that, he may be a fully grown man but it had been years since he'd felt a warm touch like this.

He'd now lost his whole family to the cannibals which lived on the hill, that's what his whole mission was but he was distracted.

❝Have you forgotten what happens to people who come up here?❞ A voice sneered in a sing song voice.

Mr. Patrick's eyes snapped open to see the female's mouth tear open slightly more then a normal human mouth. She pressed a rotting finger to her mouth in a hushing manner and sunk her teeth into his shoulder pulling away a chunk of flesh, the pain was indescribable, blood dripped onto the grassy ground of the hill.

Nobody would come to his aid
Nobody could hear him
Nobody would care anyway

Despite the negative thoughts Mr. Patrick fought back, his arms flaying wildly as a desperate act of self defence, he swung the gun from his back into his hands and cocked it upwards. Shaking like crazy he aimed it towards the creature with teeth bared, blood dripping messily down 'her' chin. His breath hitched in fear and slowly he pulled back the trigger, a ear shattering bang sound filled the air, yet behind the gun smoke the creature stood unhurt and angry.

She hissed loudly, the bulge in her stomach kicked tearing the skin slightly, the creature let out a high pitch scream. Her laugh filled the air, teeth bared the horrific creature went in for another bite, Mr. Patrick saw his own blood running on the ground, red and beautiful. He was in agony, screams escaped his lips without him even realising.

She must be their leader, none of the other creatures moved in without her word, a croaky groan.

❝Your son tasted delicious,❞ One taunted licking the crusted blood of their rotting finger.

Anger, that was the only emotion the father knew, he'd already lost his wife to these monsters, his whole family gone, not even a body to bury. He didn't want to meet that fate, Mr. Patrick wanted to avenge his family and village but he didn't stand any chance against these inhuman monsters.

His gun did nothing her there wasn't a chance it would work on the others.

The rumour that these creatures had once been human, had once had a heart was completely unbelievable at the moment.

❝Time to stop toying with him.❞ she chanted a dark smirk visible. Her lips tore back into her cheeks, all that was visible was her disgusting rotting yellow teeth, the flesh let off a horrid smell pinching at Mr. Patrick's noise, his eyes watered.

'This is a dream I'll wake up next to Claudia, Johnny jumping on our bed.'

Her eyes glowed yellow staring right through him, all signs of humanity dead. She ran forward teeth bared she bit into him tearing through the flesh, throwing him to the ground, he was helpless against her.

'This is just a dream.'

But the pain was too real.

The last thing he ever saw was the creature holding him down and all of them tearing at his flesh with their teeth, he'd be joining his family in death.

She gave birth a few hours after, her son ate away at her insides freeing himself, as every new member to the family did.

She rocked her baby in her arms feeding him the insides of her newest victim.

❝Rory Patrick was their latest victim!❞