Bloody Realization

Quiven's eyes opened revealing two blood red eyes as slowly regained control of his body. He slowly raised himself with his arms as he risen back up to his feet. He looked around the familiar old bloody room he looked down to see a mauled corpse that was once his torturer. Strangely he remembers every single detail of what happened. However instead he screaming in terror he smiled as his knees hit the ground.

"Finally... I am free from this God damn nightmare!" Quiven celebrated as laughter filled the room. A warm feeling filled his body as it was emitted from where his heart should be. He raised his arm and placed it on his right chest. While he felt the warmth there was no heartbeat.

'Sigh* I guess I am dead... Am I considered an undead now? I didn't know they existed' Quiven thought as he lowered his arm. He stood back up and stretched his arms that didn't give any cracks to his confusion. He inspected his arms and body to see it still covered in old and new scars. He then had a sudden thought as he remembered how the skinny man died.

'Do I have increased strength now?' He thought to himself, he turned around to see the old wooden chair he was chained to before. He smile as he approached the chair and grabbed one of the arms of the chair. As if it was paper the chair crumbled easily under Quiven's hand.

'This... can help me get revenge!' Quiven thought as he continued to smile. He turned around once again and stared at the mutilated body on the floor.

'I guess eating flesh and hearts can improve my strength because of this warm feeling after eating one' Quiven continued to think as he approached the door.

'I am a little hungry, time to eat!' Quiven thought as a line of drool flowed from his mouth. He pulled back his fist and threw it at the door. On impact the fist made a crater in the door and knocked it off of it's hinges as it flies across the hall until it inevitably hits a stairwell. Quiven grinned as he exited the room for the first time and inspected the hall infront of him. On each side there were 10 doors that looked exactly like his door each along with a spiral staircase going upwards at the end of the hall. Quiven immediately knew where these doors lead and approached the first door on the left. He abruptly broke open the door surprising the two individuals inside. Quiven looked around the room to see a fat man chained to a wooden chair along with a man in a similar cloths as the skinny man he killed earlier.

"Who the fuck are you !?" The torturer yelled as he lifted a scalpel in defense. However it was no use as Quiven quickly grabbed his neck and lifted him up in the air. The torturer gasp for air as he accidentally dropped the scalpel leaving him defenseless as he desperately hit Quiven's arm that is lifting him up. Quiven smiled at this and roughly knocked him into the ground. Sounds of a spine shattering filled the room as torturer loudly gasp in pain. He tried to yell however the hand still strongly clamped to his neck like iron tongs. The fat man watched in horror as the smiling red eyed madman ripped off an arm and teared into its flesh with his mouth. The torturer tried to scream but it was futile as he could only watch his flesh be slowly devoured infront of him raw. blood flooded out of the wound like opening a dam of a river. As Quiven slowly devoured the arm a warm feeling in his body intensify and a feeling of strength filled his body.

"So I was right... Flesh increases my strength" Quiven said in a demonic tone. Tears started to form in the torturers eyes as he tried to silently beg for forgiveness. However it was stopped as his right leg was quickly ripped off. Pain erupted as he silently scream one last time before falling limp. Blood covered the floor as the torturer died from blood loss.

"Oh... he died that's to bad" Quiven said as he devoured the torturer's leg. He quickly finished the leg and rammed his hand into the torturer's left chest pulling out his dead heart.

"Welp bottoms up" Quiven said devoured the heart in two bites. Like before there was a burst of warmth from where his heart should be. However this time it was different then before.

'Why is it so... hot?' Quiven thought as felt the heat cover his body. He then smiled in realization as he turned towards the fat man who was still chained to the chair.

"Wait! My fath-" The fat man couldn't even finish speaking before Quiven dove into the fat man's chest before ripping out his heart. Fresh Blood spilled on the floor as he quickly ate the heart causing the warm feeling to intensify even more.

'This heart... tastes worse then the two people's hearts' Quiven thought as he enjoyed the feeling of feeling so warm after so long before there was another crack erupting from his body with the familiar pain after it.

"Gah!" Quiven released as he fell to the ground while endured the pain, he felt this before making some tolerance as he felt the oh so familiar feeling. He smiled as he knew what this meant for him. About ten minutes later the pain stopped causing him to sigh in relief. He rose back from the ground as he felt a certain feeling around his hands. He raised them infront of his face and as if it was instinct the hands morphed into two black tendrils with red linings.

"HAHAHAH!" Quiven laughed as he controlled the two tendrils by stretching and twisting them. He turned around and exited the room and looked at the other 9 doors still unopened. He licked his lips in anticipation as his bloody red eyes glowed brighter.

"Let's start a feast!"