UnSeelie XIV

Sweat poured down his face as he jerked his hand off the tapestry.  "Fuck!"  He cried out in pain as the flesh was stripped from his palm.  Dizzy with horror, he watched as the fabric incorporatted the bloody tissue into the threads. 

He gripped his injured hand tightly to his chest since he had nothing to wrap it with, and apparently, anything of clothe in the hall could only cause more damage, he just wasn't going to take that chance. 

The parasite on his left cheek bone burrowed deeper as his face contracted in pain.  He nearly fell to his knees, but held fast against the on slaught.  Her sloe eyed amber gaze still called out for him to come to her, but he knew now she was a trap.  He cautiously moved away from the tapestries back to the center of the hall, trying to not look at them, at her.  He tasted the acidic bile in the back of his throat as the next picture depicted the hounds tearing the unicorn apart for her delight.

His cheek twitched again in an almost 'I told you so' manner, which made him grimace.  "Shut up."  he muttered under his breath to the fluttering its wings.

Wolves and butterfies.  The columns kept pace with him as he passed them by and the room began to darken again with each of his steps.  He did his level best to ignore them all.  Not happening, he thought to himself.  You won't catch me again. 

Laughter filled his head like a thousand voices surrounding him.  He tried to turn around to look behind him but instinct or was it something else paralysed him when he attempted to. 

"Who's there?" but he found only silence in return.  The hall seemed to go on forever.