Loup d'Garou Date Tuesday, April 23, 2024 - 03:34 PM PST Topic Entertainment Everythings still so fuzzy...my heads still screaming incoherently at...at something, I dunno' what exactly...it's just screaming, pissed. My visions keeled and warped, my eyes hurt from seeing too much too fast. As fast as everythings going, my hearts still chugging along at it's own damn pace... When life tears by at sixty miles an hour, ol' Mr. Cardiac just kind of putters along, but christ he's loud! I can make out the bathtub, cracked and molding. The shower curatins been pulled down, everything's such a mess, and someone...SOMEONE forgot to restock the toilet paper again...ow, shit...there goes the screaming in my head again. Voices just bouncing off the soft mushy insides like so many kids at a McDonalds playplace, little freaking psychos. Bounce, bounce, bounce. Sensation follows slowly behind, perceptions retarded little brother. Everything feels kind of sluggish and mushy, my legs are sore...my hands feel like someone injected them with poprocks and soda, one giant tingle. And thats when I notice I'm sitting on her. I can't remember the face, well...I probably could if Johnny Cerebellum wasn't blaring his favorite death metal CD in my skull. Vaugely familiar...whats left of her. A single green eye stares out at me, no emotions...just kind of clouded and empty, like a fishes eye. A perfect mouth and lips that you could fall into forever. If the other side of her face hadn't been pulled off, she would have been a hottie. Whoever did it, didn't do that great of a job really...from the bottom of her left cheek, everythings just been yanked up in one giant avulsion. Red, meaty muscle hanging in cords, and a lil' bit of off white bone show...gleaming wetly in the dim flickering lights. The underside of her skin, it's all yellow and gooky, adipose tissue, that extra layer of fat most girls are supposed to have. Makes 'em look all soft and huggable or something. Whatever... Coherence crawls back into my head, through my ringing ears, slower than the rest...a leper without any legs pulling itself along with twisted little fingers. What's going on here? I see the wreaked bathroom, I smell the rusty scent of blood, I feel the same burn you get after a really great cardio workout...and I see the dead girl, but it just isn't coming together. Banging my head against the sink helps, a little ceramic enforcement...crack crack crackity crack. It also, unfortunatly gives me a mad case of the giggles. I mean...first it's over there, then all of a sudden boink! WHAM! then the sparkles...and then again! boink! WHAM! So there I am, banging my head against the sink, trying to get all the good stuff back out and making sense again, giggling my looney ass off, and it fucking hits me. It happened again...I did it again. This girl, whoever the hell she was...this awful mess I made of the bathroom, this was me. That doesn't sit well with the head at all, and he starts his little ranting and raving again. A few more well placed bludgeons and he falls back into a dazed stupor. Thats right...good boy, just sit there and drool. I did this. I did this? How? Gotta' think...think think. Crack. Got it. I remember now. I remember walking down the street. I was hungry, I was lonely, I was empty... I saw her, standing on the street corner. She looked good, she looked very good... But her eyes, those hideous empty fish eyes. She had dead eyes before I killed her. "Hey honey...you look down, want to see if I can ppick ya' up some?" she had said, or something like that...I remember her voice thick with heroin and something else. The smell she gave off was a weird cloying mix of some lily perfume and internal rot. I said "Yeah" and we went to the hotel. Sex...the lowest common denominator. It's almost as good as the other thing. Mindless rutting, a tangled mess of sweating flesh and primal urges given time to vent. All of it building up to a single splashing exultation of life. Two cries wrapped into one, a sick harmony of divinity, a mockery of full and perfect unity. We fucked...and then I killed her while she was trying to take a shower. I don't know why maybe, maybe I was just jealous...did I make HER dirty? Right. Whatever. Crack...crack. I don't know why really, I just did...had to I guess. See thats the other thing. Yeah sex makes me feel better, sex makes everyone feel better...but I found one better. I got to watch her soul leave her body, I got to watch the fear and hatred in her eyes pour out like a spilled jar of dirty water. I got to play god and smite the unholy hell out of someone just for the sheer fact, that I COULD...and there wasn't anything she or anyone else could do about it. Raw power baby, the curse of Caine...my own personal biblical hero. I think I actually used my keys to peel off her face, which must have taken awhile, but they have these little triangular teeth...so if you saw for awhile, well. You get the point. She certainly did. Crack. The giggles just won't stop man. Jumping around like so many deranged little jellybean-men. pip-pop, bounce, bounce, bounce. Fuckers. I force myself to stand up, stretch out those legs and take a wider look around. I'm trying to remember what I gutted her with...because I really did do an exceptional job. Xyphoid process to uterus, one clean surgical sweep...disembowled her like a cleaned deer. The vast majority of her innards are missing, along with several emotionally signifigant organs I'd imagine. It's an admirable work, from a strictly phsyiological point of view. I even curved around the bellybutton...don't want to severe the umbilicus, thats just not pleasant. Now I'm just wondering where the hell the insides of her went. I turn, my body slowly trembling back to full utility, a cold shiver runs over me when I realize I'm still bare assed...and I stare into the cracked mirror. Hollow eyes look back, a lean ugly face...handsome if you were drunk enough, yeah, but still pretty bad. Thin lips, decorated with a smear of bright red. Blood spiked hair, and shit...the bitch must have pulled out my nose ring, at least it's not bleeding too badly. None of this blood is mine. It's just those eyes...I know those aren't my eyes, they haven't been my eyes since, well, since this all started. The funny thing about cracking your head against things is that sometimes they crack back. I do not advise cracking your head against glass...crack, crackity, smash! Well, now I get to add a little of my own red junk. Fresh blood, born of my temples springs out like a twisted version of Ponce deLeon's fountian of life, mixing itself with the purplish clumps of the whore's own clotted humors. Hey, how's that for descriptive? This shit only happens when your bleeding from the head. Time to bail...time to leave. I leave the bathroom, after showering the blood and shit off. Kick the body aside so I don't have to stand on her on my way out. Fuck...I really totaled the room. Huge slashes along the walls, the beds broken apart, stuffing all over the place. Bodily fluids splattered all over the place, some blood, some not. We must have really gone at it. Judging by the marks in the wall, it looks like I fucked her INTO the walls. Wow...sexual dynamite baby. I don't really think about it much more than that, just sort of a dull catalog. It's not anything I need to worry about anyways. Nothing much really worries me at all anymore. I find my clothes, jeans, black shirt, coat...folded neatly off to the side. Dress up, check the place one more time, kick her again just to make sure...yeah, yeah, I'm sure. One last farewell crack against ol' Missus Sinky-poo and it's out the door I go. Gotta' love that fresh brisk morning air, so much more appreciable when you're not hungry anymore. I can see the last part of a pregnant moon drop behind some clouds. Ah the moon, if she was a woman, I'd fuck her too. The only weird thing about the whole night...in the long run at least, is when I get back home. I find my keys still in the door. Huh...go fuckin' figure. If you're not old enuf or mature enuf to read something and know that it's not real and should not be tried at home then skip reading this one. Dolo is a sicko This article comes from Shmeng http://www.shmeng.com/ The URL for this story is: http://www.shmeng.com/modules.php?op=modload&name=News&file=article&sid=355