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The teacher rocketed into the room. She was

  • The teacher rocketed into the room. She was screaming and saliva squirted out of her mouth and hit me on the face. It was disgusting. I don't care who she thinks she is - that was
  • just her dellusional thought. Her eyes were just about to pop out, I could see all her veins showing through her eyes.
  • And then I heard screams outside. But it was another mind game. The woman started screaming and the room was all painted with blood. She was laughing at the horror scene.
  • Later I would learn that she had "died" in 1827 of tuberculosis and nowadays she went by Shirley Splatterfest. Audrey grabbed my arm. "Tony, don't lick the blood!" But I did, and I
  • savored its deep flavors. "Mm, cloves, cinnamon, and ... blood oranges? Was Shirley drinking chai before she died?" "You're too good, Tony," Audrey murmured. I retracted my fangs.
  • I looked at the blood spilling out of the hole and tried to handle the body as gently as I could. "Softly now," Audrey blushed, looking at me intently.
  • My training as a fishmonger took over. For all the blood Audrey lost, she looked remarkably fresh, her flesh resilient when pressed with finger, her skin a metallic sheen.
  • I whetted my boning knife and in sure strokes filleted Audrey into pieces fittable into a medium sized frying pan. I was carrying her head over to my stock pot when her eye winked
  • mischievously. Her lips murmured something. I bent closer to Audrey & heard:"Talk about giving you head!" I laughed & her severed head added:"All's being live fed to home security
  • and you do NOT want to see what they do when they get excited!

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