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Book XI: Chapter XVI "What happened to him?" Stone asked. "I'm not really sure, but whatever happened, it wasn't pretty." I waited by the window, staring out at the view of the city. Detroit wasn't pretty, but it was home for now. Cheri and I enjoyed our little shithole apartment in the worst part of town. The only truly good thing about the place other than it was kept clean, was that it was high up, and had a nice view. "So, what happened next for our hero?" came his next question. "Well Cheri and I moved into this here apartment, and we've been lovers since. I've trained all but two days, since I left the asylum that Tuesday. And I feel as healthy as an ox." I said. "Honestly I feel stronger now, I feel faster... I feel.... Hungry." The screaming came then from behind me, a shrill piercing scream of pure agony. "What the fuck was that~" I said as I turned to find Matt Stone's arms flailing helplessly as something evil was biting, scratching, and tearing at his flesh. The thing attacking him was clearly not human, though it shared some of our features, if not the majority of our anatomy. Add to a normal body horns, and tatttered wings, with a pinkish skin tone, and you have exactly what I was looking at. I ran towards the thing, not knowing what to expect, but stopped short when it looked at me with it's light green eyes. It was Cheri. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I entered the security room to find Cheri a mess, she was almost as sweaty as I, and she only watched the brawl. I originally planned to question the both of them on what had happened to Lax, but after seeing how she was taking it, I just pushed it aside, led her back to my cell, and made a mental note to speak with Fred later. "Did... Did you kill them all?" she asked as she lay enfolded in my arms that morning in my cell. "Yes." I answered thinking to myself that I could've done it better, and faster if I had been three years younger. "Good...James..." she said. "Yea, Cheri?" "Do you think the truth is scary?" she asked as though she wanted no one, not even the walls to hear. "That's a silly question to ask the man without fear." I said with a chuckle, as I brushed my hand through her hair. "...yea....yea...I guess it is....James..." she said softly still. "Yea..." I responded begining to drift into sleep. "Do you believe in hell?" "Yea...." I answered without really putting much thought into my response, or her question, because I was nearly out. "James..." "Yea..." came the subconcious response. ".....nothing..." she whispered as she drifted to sleep beside me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The thoughts of that morning slammed back into my mind, and I recalled instantly the entire conversation. I stood there curiously watching as she devoured the man's blood, flesh, and some of his bones. 'What the fuck is going on here!?!?!' I thought to myself as I watched the grotesque image. The horrors of years past flooding back into my mind. The smell of blood, intestines, and a once living, now deceased body. The sight of it all, the true horror of murder, the sensory material that remains carved into a part of your mind no matter how much you drink, smoke, bath, scrub, or claw. the smell, the sight, the feel.... but most importantly...the taste. I moved slowly towards the beast, that was my love. and placed a hand on it's shoulder. She turned to me, and let out a deep growl, but the growl I returned made more of an effect. She moved away from the mess of carcass, and waited to see what I would do. I just shook my head at the body of the reporter. I looked towards her, but she had disappeared. I looked to my left, and my right, before I notcied Cheri exiting the bedroom, she was putting her hair back into a tail, but she still had some blood dripping from the corner of her mouth. I pointed this out to her, and she quickly corrected it. "You know..." I said as I approached the remains of Stone. "Flesh has a very distinct taste..." I said tearing a piece of skin from the man's arm and moved towards the kitchen with it. "And while it does taste delicious.... It tastes much better..." I said pausing to salt, and season the flesh before throwing it into a frying pan. "When cooked, as opposed to raw." I said as the skin began to smoke ever so lightly. Cheri just looked at me a second before hiding her face. "I don't know what the fuck just happened, but I don't think i really care. Hell I've done and wrestled Vampires, whatever you are isn't really that big of a surprise. If you're worried about it... don't be." I said as I flipped the skin, and let it cook a moment longer before taking it off the pan, and eating it myself. "DAMN......too much salt." I said tasting an overpowering of sodium within the flesh. "So...you...don't..... hate me?" She asked shyly stepping towards me. "Now why would I go and do a thing like that?" I said reaching out to her hand and pulling her towards me. "Hell, if anything... I probably owe you my life." I said with a kiss after my words. *Stop...Drop....Shut em down open up shop.... OH....~* "Hello? I answered my cell phone." "Uh-huh..." "RE-heh-heh-hEALLY..." "Who is it?" Cheri asked from beside my as she sat herself on my lap. "That's an interesting idea. I like it, let's run with it...Where do you wanna meet up at?" "WHO IS IT?" Cheri questioned harder jabbing an elbow into my ribs. "No one baby... Just a co-worker wanting to run over some choreography later this week." I answered her, before returning to the call. "Alrighty then... Meet me in Flint, Michigan...Friday August Fourth." "Alright...Sweet....Later." "So who was it..... really? Your other girlfriend?" she asked with a coy smile. "Even if it was, which it wasn't, what in the holy green hell would make you think I'd tell you? You're liable to skin me alive..." I joked. "You keep secrets from me, and you're liable to anyway...." She joked back, although somehow I got the impression she was somewhat serious. |Interview with a Madman... Pt. VI| |
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