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We wanted late into the night to return for the body. While we waited, Abbey and I dozed in and out by the door. I propped a pillow against the wall and leaned against it, tilting my head toward the ceiling and closing my eyes. Abbey sat against my chest, resting her head against my collarbone. I looked down at her and secured an arm around her back, pulling her close and nodding off. I'm not sure how long we slept, but upon waking we found it was still perfectly black outside.
We exited the house into the cool night. The sky looked like ebony velvet rolling across the atmosphere. I'll never forget that night. It was so peaceful, so beautiful…it probed something within me. Something that wasn't really something good, truth be told, but it was something that I knew would make me feel alive. I shook the feeling free and glided back towards the alley. I held Abbey's upper arm, guiding her as we went. The wind that night was like ice, shards of hoarfrost digging into our cheeks as we moved. I saw Abbey secure her scarf over her mouth and nose and pull her hat snuggly over her ears. What I could see of her cheeks were red, her breath coming out in a fog. I slid her under my jacket and ran to the alley.
We hoisted the body up and dragged it out of the town. Breaths came at their leisure as we plodded along, pulling the body uphill to the thin forest speckling the peak of the ledge. I panted and did my best to keep a firm grip on the man's wrist. Abbey clung to the other one, beads of sweat forming on her brow. She wiped them away and gave him a stern jolt forward.
"This isn't working," she said, releasing his wrist and wrapping her arms around herself.
I nodded in agreement and shivered. It was far colder than I expected. I bent down and picked him up, grunting as I slung him over my shoulder. I kept an arm around his waist, doing my best to stay upright under his weight. I huffed and trudged forward, Abbey scampering to keep up with me. I handed her the box of matches I had on my person and adjusted the body.
"Keep these close, all right? We're screwed without them," I whispered, moving slowly forward. The dead weight pushed down on me brutally, seeming to double its girth. I gritted my teeth and picked up my pace, trying to prove to myself that I wasn't the weak little kid I had been when I stood idly by and watched my mother die. I was strong now.
I felt my biceps flex at the thought and began to trot, my eyes locked on the ground. Abbey scuttled behind me, burying her hands in her jacket and eventually catching up to me.
We entered the woods a few seconds later and walked in silence until the buildings of Terenceville could no longer be seen.
Upon stumbling on a clearing, I dropped the corpse and flopped down next to it. Through hearty breaths, I said, "Go…find some…firewood. I'll…cut…'em up."
Abbey nodded and disappeared into the shadows. I watched her go and forced myself to sit up on my knees. I remembered the diagrams I'd seen of the deer getting cut up and flipped the man over on his belly. I sliced down the back of his shirt and gently pushed the fabric aside. Pale skin shined in the moonlight. It reminded me of a canvas ready for an artist's imagination to come free on. I pushed the knife into the base of his back. I distinctly remember the…the feel of the knife entering flesh. It was satisfactory in the least. Red bubbled up around my blade, staining it with its beautiful crimson. Something in my mind slipped at that moment and I began to smile. It wasn't a grandiose smile by any stretch, but more of a grin. Rather crooked, but still preaching of my joy at the situation.
I cut deeper, feeling my knife drag against bone. A shiver coursed through me, a warm feeling rising from the pit of my stomach. I continued carving, each little incision making the warm feeling flare more and more.
Eventually, as I began to work on the cheeks, the cold of the night no longer badgered me. My limbs were rattled with the heat of adrenaline. My head swam in it, eyes hungrily looking over the blood on my forearms, ears ringing with the sound of my heart beating.
Souvenir! You need a souvenir!
I jabbed the hilt of my knife into his jaw repeatedly until a canine came loose and fell into my palm. I looked it over in wonder and dropped it into my jacket pocket. I zipped it shut and returned to my work, tossing the meat into a pile I'd formed by the body. Looking down at him, I saw just how deprived I'd made this man. His back had been stripped of flesh, his liver and kidneys removed from his abdomen. His thighs were practically bone. His face was hollow, cheeks gone and eyes gouged. I wasn't careful with him. I pushed his body to a ledge around fifty yards away from the meadow and gingerly kicked him over it. It was far less dramatic than I most likely made it out to be. He simply rolled downwards, his body thudding along the incline. I watched until he was no longer moving and turned back to the forest.
I walked towards the meadow, rolling my shoulders back confidently, a smile on my lips. I felt strong. No one would ever hurt someone I cared about again. I was in control of my life.
No, I take it back. I was in control of more lives than just my own. I was in control of all the lives around me. I had so much power…so much control.
I could feel my veins pulsing under my skin, strength pounding through them. I balled my fists and plodded forward, my eyes cast before me.
I can kill anything.
We exited the house into the cool night. The sky looked like ebony velvet rolling across the atmosphere. I'll never forget that night. It was so peaceful, so beautiful…it probed something within me. Something that wasn't really something good, truth be told, but it was something that I knew would make me feel alive. I shook the feeling free and glided back towards the alley. I held Abbey's upper arm, guiding her as we went. The wind that night was like ice, shards of hoarfrost digging into our cheeks as we moved. I saw Abbey secure her scarf over her mouth and nose and pull her hat snuggly over her ears. What I could see of her cheeks were red, her breath coming out in a fog. I slid her under my jacket and ran to the alley.
We hoisted the body up and dragged it out of the town. Breaths came at their leisure as we plodded along, pulling the body uphill to the thin forest speckling the peak of the ledge. I panted and did my best to keep a firm grip on the man's wrist. Abbey clung to the other one, beads of sweat forming on her brow. She wiped them away and gave him a stern jolt forward.
"This isn't working," she said, releasing his wrist and wrapping her arms around herself.
I nodded in agreement and shivered. It was far colder than I expected. I bent down and picked him up, grunting as I slung him over my shoulder. I kept an arm around his waist, doing my best to stay upright under his weight. I huffed and trudged forward, Abbey scampering to keep up with me. I handed her the box of matches I had on my person and adjusted the body.
"Keep these close, all right? We're screwed without them," I whispered, moving slowly forward. The dead weight pushed down on me brutally, seeming to double its girth. I gritted my teeth and picked up my pace, trying to prove to myself that I wasn't the weak little kid I had been when I stood idly by and watched my mother die. I was strong now.
I felt my biceps flex at the thought and began to trot, my eyes locked on the ground. Abbey scuttled behind me, burying her hands in her jacket and eventually catching up to me.
We entered the woods a few seconds later and walked in silence until the buildings of Terenceville could no longer be seen.
Upon stumbling on a clearing, I dropped the corpse and flopped down next to it. Through hearty breaths, I said, "Go…find some…firewood. I'll…cut…'em up."
Abbey nodded and disappeared into the shadows. I watched her go and forced myself to sit up on my knees. I remembered the diagrams I'd seen of the deer getting cut up and flipped the man over on his belly. I sliced down the back of his shirt and gently pushed the fabric aside. Pale skin shined in the moonlight. It reminded me of a canvas ready for an artist's imagination to come free on. I pushed the knife into the base of his back. I distinctly remember the…the feel of the knife entering flesh. It was satisfactory in the least. Red bubbled up around my blade, staining it with its beautiful crimson. Something in my mind slipped at that moment and I began to smile. It wasn't a grandiose smile by any stretch, but more of a grin. Rather crooked, but still preaching of my joy at the situation.
I cut deeper, feeling my knife drag against bone. A shiver coursed through me, a warm feeling rising from the pit of my stomach. I continued carving, each little incision making the warm feeling flare more and more.
Eventually, as I began to work on the cheeks, the cold of the night no longer badgered me. My limbs were rattled with the heat of adrenaline. My head swam in it, eyes hungrily looking over the blood on my forearms, ears ringing with the sound of my heart beating.
Souvenir! You need a souvenir!
I jabbed the hilt of my knife into his jaw repeatedly until a canine came loose and fell into my palm. I looked it over in wonder and dropped it into my jacket pocket. I zipped it shut and returned to my work, tossing the meat into a pile I'd formed by the body. Looking down at him, I saw just how deprived I'd made this man. His back had been stripped of flesh, his liver and kidneys removed from his abdomen. His thighs were practically bone. His face was hollow, cheeks gone and eyes gouged. I wasn't careful with him. I pushed his body to a ledge around fifty yards away from the meadow and gingerly kicked him over it. It was far less dramatic than I most likely made it out to be. He simply rolled downwards, his body thudding along the incline. I watched until he was no longer moving and turned back to the forest.
I walked towards the meadow, rolling my shoulders back confidently, a smile on my lips. I felt strong. No one would ever hurt someone I cared about again. I was in control of my life.
No, I take it back. I was in control of more lives than just my own. I was in control of all the lives around me. I had so much power…so much control.
I could feel my veins pulsing under my skin, strength pounding through them. I balled my fists and plodded forward, my eyes cast before me.
I can kill anything.
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ANNNNNND so does the corpse ^^
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ANNNNNND so does the corpse ^^
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Yay for killing people!xD