Chapter 151 Head Shots



In a mesmerizing dance, her flowing raven-black hair gracefully swirled through the air, accentuating her every move. With a mixture of unease and determination, her piercing blue eyes fervently scanned the assembled multitude. Every face that caught her gaze seemed to elicit a wave of worry that washed over her like a relentless tide.

Her gaze, fraught with doubt and fear, meticulously scrutinized each countenance that crossed her path. The sea of unfamiliar faces seemed to hold an unsettling power over her, as if each person harbored a secret capable of shattering her fragile composure. Every step she took through the bustling crowd was imbued with urgency, propelled by a deep-seated desire to navigate the labyrinthine mass of humanity.

Amidst the chaos and cacophony, she remained resolute, determined to find solace amidst the sea of strangers. Her heart pounded with each beat, echoing the thunderous rhythm of her rapid footsteps. As she maneuvered through the bustling throng, she yearned to find an anchor amidst the shifting currents, seeking refuge from the fears that threatened to consume her.

Unbeknownst to her, a trio of shadowy figures had begun to tail her through the crowd, their footsteps echoing her own. Their dark presence lurking amidst the bustling chaos sent a shiver down her spine, causing her steps to quicken and her senses to heighten.

Suddenly, one of the men called out, his voice a menacing whisper that slithered through the air. "Where do you think you're going, my dear?" he taunted, his words dripping with an unsettling mix of amusement and malice.

Fear gripped her heart, but she refused to show weakness. With a trembling voice, she replied, "I don't know who you are, but I suggest you leave me alone."

The second man chuckled darkly, his voice a low growl. "Oh, but we can't do that, can we? You've piqued our curiosity, my dear. We have some unfinished business to attend to."

Her mind raced, desperately seeking an escape route through the labyrinth of bodies. She darted left and right, desperately trying to lose them in the crowd, but they persisted, closing in on her with each passing second.

Finally, as her panic reached its peak, a voice of compassion cut through the chaos. "Are you in trouble, miss?" a stranger asked, concern etched on his face.

She turned to face him, her eyes pleading for help. "Please, they're after me. I don't know what to do."

The stranger nodded, his eyes filled with determination. "Don't worry. I won't let them harm you. Follow me."

With a renewed glimmer of hope, she followed the stranger through the maze of bodies, trusting in his promise of safety. Her heart raced, but this time it was with a mix of fear and gratitude, as she clung to the slender thread of hope amidst the tumultuous crowd.

As she followed him through the crowded chaos, something felt deeply unsettling to her. The grip of his hand sent a chill through her, like the touch of icy tendrils. It was a touch that defied humanity, a touch that whispered of a darker presence.

"What happened?" the person asked, sensing the woman's growing unease.

Her senses sharpened, and she dared to meet his gaze. But what she saw shattered her fragile sense of reality. His face, once familiar and ordinary, had transformed into a grotesque visage of a monstrous creature or the pallid countenance of a lifeless corpse. His eyes, devoid of warmth or humanity, pierced her soul with their malevolence.

Terror seized her, rendering her speechless. A strangled gasp escaped her lips as she instinctively recoiled, stumbling backward in horror. Her heart pounded wildly, pounding against her chest as if attempting to flee from the abomination before her.

"Stay away from me!" she managed to stammer, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and revulsion. "What... what are you?"

A sinister smile curled upon the twisted lips of the being that had once worn the face of a person she thought she knew. It chuckled, a haunting sound that echoed through the tumultuous air. "Oh, my dear, you wouldn't understand," it whispered, its voice a chilling blend of mockery and cruelty.

She anxiously scanned the faces in the crowd, desperately seeking a glimmer of compassion or assistance. But her hopes were shattered as she locked eyes with one person after another, each bearing the same twisted countenance. Their hungering stares seemed to penetrate her very being, sending waves of terror cascading through her veins. A primal cry escaped her lips, a mixture of anguish and disbelief.

"Please, someone help me!" she pleaded, her voice quivering with fear. "This... this can't be real! What is happening to everyone?"

But her cries fell upon deaf ears, drowned out by the dissonance of the haunting scene unfolding around her. The crowd remained motionless, their hollow eyes fixated upon her, their hunger unabated. They seemed to revel in her torment, deriving perverse pleasure from her suffering.

Her mind reeled, struggling to comprehend the nightmare that had engulfed her. She staggered backward, desperately trying to create distance between herself and the encroaching horde. Fear consumed her, pulsating through every fiber of her being, threatening to consume her sanity.

"N-no! Stay away!" she pleaded, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and disbelief. "I don't understand... why are you all like this? What have I done to deserve this?"

But the crowd remained unyielding, their monstrous faces contorted into grotesque masks of hunger and malice. They closed in, their intentions clear and menacing.

She stumbled backward, her steps faltering as she tried to put distance between herself and the ravenous horde surrounding her. Their relentless stares pierced through her, stripping away any remnants of safety or sanity. She was trapped in a macabre theater, with the audience thirsting for her demise.

The realization crashed upon her like a tidal wave—there was no salvation to be found within the throng of distorted faces. No helping hand, no respite from the nightmare that had enveloped her existence. They were all part of the same sinister tableau, each person transformed into a hungering monster, their intentions terrifyingly clear.

Terror seized her, her voice choked with fear as she clutched at her throat. "Don't come near me!" she cried, her words strained and trembling. "Stay away... Ahhhh! Don't... Ahhh!"

Her plea for distance was filled with raw desperation, her voice cracking under the weight of her torment. Each syllable was accompanied by a gut-wrenching scream, a futile attempt to ward off the encroaching horror. But her pleas were drowned out by the cacophony of her own terror, swallowed by the merciless abyss.

But all this was in her mind as the people were not monster but just normal humans who were just looking at her with concern and asking is she was okay but every time someone would try to get near her she would scream and back off. 

In her perception, the individuals surrounding her were not ordinary humans but grotesque monsters. Their concerned looks were twisted into menacing gazes, and every time someone approached, she would shriek and recoil. Though she seemed delusional, the people remained unaware of her condition, mistaking her for someone who had lost her sanity.

Amidst the crowd, there were two masked individuals whose eyes lacked any trace of empathy, replaced instead by sheer disgust. They regarded her as though she were the lowest form of filth. Then, one of them spoke, his voice filled with contempt, "She has suffered enough. Let us depart now; our master awaits her."

Their masks were stark white, devoid of any distinguishing features. They wore them with an unsettling air of anonymity, their identities hidden behind the blank facade. 

The second person nodded in agreement, adding, "let me watch her for a bit longer. She had the audacity to defy our master's commands and betray. She deserves a far more excruciating punishment than this."

As the person reveled in the woman's pain, a small child emerged from the crowd and made his way towards her. He had vibrant purple hair that defied convention, and his clothes appeared worn and tattered, yet there was an undeniable charm in his innocence. As he approached the terrified woman, the person who had taken pleasure in her torment watched, anticipating the child's transformation into another monstrous figure.

To everyone's surprise, the child continued his approach, undeterred by the woman's apprehension. His eyes sparkled with compassion and understanding. The woman, caught off guard by this unexpected display of kindness, stared at the child with a mixture of surprise, confusion, and lingering fear. However, something in the child's demeanor and his outstretched hand inspired a glimmer of hope within her.

In a moment of silent trepidation, she cautiously extended her trembling hand towards the child's outstretched palm. Her fingers quivered, unsure if this act of trust would result in yet another encounter with a terrifying apparition. But as their hands met, a warmth spread through her, replacing her fear with a sense of solace.

She gazed at the child's face in disbelief, her eyes wide with shock. The child, undeterred by her silent response, beamed at her and spoke with innocence. "Do you remember me, miss? You came to my shop a few days ago."

"You are the key," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of awe and realization. As her words hung in the air, the two individuals who had played a part in her torment turned their attention towards the child, their faces contorted with shock and disbelief.

A silent exchange passed between the two, a wordless understanding of the significance of the child's presence. Without uttering a single word, they made a swift decision, their eyes gleaming with a newfound urgency. It was as if they understood that their time was running out, that their hold on her fragile reality was slipping away.

With determined yet silent steps, they began to retreat from the crowd, their departure shrouded in an eerie silence. However, unbeknownst to them, two shadowy figures had observed their every move and now trailed them in the shadows, their presence unnoticed.

As they arrived in a dimly lit alley, one of them spoke with a sinister chuckle, "Hahaha, we must inform our master... we've found the key..."

The other person, filled with anticipation, eagerly responded, "Yes, mas-"

*Bommm* However, in the midst of uttering those words, his companion's head suddenly exploded, splattering blood and fragments onto the masked face of the remaining individual.

Staring at the headless, lifeless body of his former companion, the shock paralyzed him for a brief moment. It continued to run beside him for a few more steps before finally collapsing to the ground. The gruesome sight snapped him back to reality, fueling a surge of adrenaline and desperation.

Frantically scanning his surroundings, he attempted to locate his assailant, driven by a mix of fury and fear. But before he could make any progress, another deafening boom shattered the air. His head was mercilessly obliterated, transforming into a crimson mist that painted the scene in grotesque hues.