Saturday, 15 August 2009
05:46:25 PM (GMT) It was delicious. The night air was nice and cool, Damp and light. Her swift,
Quiet footsteps, On the wet cobblestone street. It was almost funny. How he couldn't
have seen a thing coming his way. Shae sniggered and clenched the slightly torn
handle of her mallot with her aching left hand. The last street light was lit, and
the girl emerged from the alley. Good thing cops weren't out at night, Nor were they
very careful anyhow, Even during the daytime. Luke Mayeux, Age seventeen. He'd been
on her hit list for quite a few years now. Or since the sheepish redhead decided to
crack a nut, and bust out of the crazy house. Either way. Shae turned the corner,
holding in giggles. Oh how nice his thick blood must smell. It was tempting. She
almost ran. But no. The swift chopper held her urges in and turned another corner.
She could almost feel his bones breaking with each step she took. A quiet chuckle
escaped Shae's mouth as she spotted the boy, at the bus stop. Just as she had known It was delicious. The night air was nice and cool, Damp and light. Her swift,
Quiet footsteps, On the wet cobblestone street. It was almost funny. How he couldn't
have seen a thing coming his way. Shae sniggered and clenched the slightly torn
handle of her mallot with her aching left hand. The last street light was lit, and
the girl emerged from the alley. Good thing cops weren't out at night, Nor were they
very careful anyhow, Even during the daytime. Luke Mayeux, Age seventeen. He'd been
on her hit list for quite a few years now. Or since the sheepish redhead decided to
crack a nut, and bust out of the crazy house. Either way. Shae turned the corner,
holding in giggles. Oh how nice his thick blood must smell. It was tempting. She
almost ran. But no. The swift chopper held her urges in and turned another corner.
She could almost feel his bones breaking with each step she took. A quiet chuckle
escaped Shae's mouth as she spotted the boy, at the bus stop. Just as she had known
he would be. His mother was late, and he was starting to get paranoid. I mean with
all sympathy, He had it coming. Though his situation was pretty bad, For Shae it was
an open door to chopping something up. Fresh meat. Nice crunchy gristle. Perhaps even
some fat. He had grown slightly chunky since middle school. Anticipation working on
Shae's nerves, she slid into the nearby alley way. She peered out at the shaken boy
under the street light. His fear was almost an aroma. She could feel it. It chilled
Shae right to the core. Oh how longer could she take the wait. Taking action, Shae
dug into her coat pocket and pulled out a quarter. Just large enough to make a
noise. She dropped it, and it landed with an echoing clatter. Luke turned around
quickly. Shae knew he had to see what it was. He was far too curious to let it pass.
She sank farther into the shadows as the boy approached, a wide grin creeping onto
her sickly pale face. She re-adjusted the grip on her mallot, and drew it back. The
boy stopped in his tracks. He'd heard her. Shae, without a second thought, swung
with all her might. In a matter of seconds, she was atop of the unconscious
teenager, working out his eyes with her fingers. After she'd removed the left eye
she couldn't help but laugh. A sick cackle. She held the delicate work of anatomy in
her gloved hand and stared at it for a moment, before destroying it with a clench of
her fist. She threw the goop behind her, and proceeded to remove the boy's clothes,
and skin. By the time she's gotten around the muscles, she took off her gloves and
worked through some of the meat in her way. She shuttered. His blood was so warm and
gritty. She retrieved the stomach, and busted it under her hand on the sidewalk. She
giggled sheepishly, furiously turned on by the smell of open organs. She worked on
the ribs. Breaking off each bone, one by one, until she'd arrayed them all out on
the ground next to her, shortest to longest. She grabbed the longest splinter and
jarred it into the mangled torso, where the heart was at one time, and pulled it
towards her. The sound of flesh tearing, and falling apart. Shae nearly moaned. She
picked out his intestines and tore the whole track up, throwing it aside as well.
After that, she figured she'd gotten her fix, and grabbed a rib off of the ground
for keeps. She stood up over her work and smirked, her shirt and jeans soaked
through with blood. She leaned down and whispered a polite goodbye to the corpse,
before she pulled her hood up, stuffed the rib into her coat pocket, and swiftly
darted off into the night.
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