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His hands reached out for me, and all along the sagging skin of his arms were the cavernous recesses in which those horrible eyes had matured. They were deep pits which sunk down into his bones. A wall of putrid stench wafted from him, flowing over me like some like some foul and loathsome blanket. Holding my nose, I ducked under his arms and dragged my little blade across his middle cutting through the worn cloth. The half decayed flesh, already perforated by the birth of those wicked eyes, severed like butter, and from the monster burst a putrid slime, the hideous remnants of blood—a black, coagulated life.

This explosion of corruption covered my eyes, and screaming in wild abandon, I blindly slashed at whatever was around me. I felt my hand absorbed by the wet and cold flesh of one of these monsters, sinking up to the wrist. Trying to pull free, I pulled the abhorrent creature into me, and its arms clasped about me in an iron embrace. Next to my ear, I could feel its tickling lips as they moved, and could hear something of a whisper:

“The eyes have seen.”

The body against me then became frail, releasing me from its hold and slumping onto the ground. I heard the voice of the axe man:

“Good job,” he said.

“Please,” I asked, “do you have a cloth? My eyes have been covered by their slime. I cannot see.”