by Max Hardy
‘Do it!’ he screamed. Eve pushed, and he howled again, then she twisted the rib into his eyeball, until the crunch of rib against the bone of the socket filtered into the agony of his cries. She pulled the rib out, the eyeball popping with it, before doing the same with his right eye.
The upturned man was convulsing once more, his whole body tremoring, his lips quivering as he tried to speak through excruciating pain. ‘My heart, take my heart and let me bleed into my own oblivion, let me ride into my tomorrow on the wave of this ecstasy.’ he managed to eke out between screams.
Eve paused momentarily, a look of doubt dancing over her otherwise majestic features.
‘Remember Eve, there is no ‘Thou shalt not’, there is only what you want to do!’ the man behind her encouraged firmly, noticing her hesitation.
She nodded imperceptibly and pushed her shoulders back as she stood once more, watching the upturned man writhe and scream in front of her. Eve raised the broken rib and slid it between two ribs in front of his heart and looked down to his deranged, damaged face with its dangling eyeballs dancing on a forehead furrowed in agony. His lips moved silently, the voice gone from his lungs, whispering simply, ‘Kill Me.’.
Eve thrust the rib into his palpitating heart, a spurt of blood instantly shooting out of it and splashing into her euphoric face. The upturned man screamed once more as with his last few breaths, his heart pulsed and shot more streams of blood over Eve until he stopped breathing, his heart stopped beating and his whole body sagged limp in front of her.
The man stepped up behind her quivering body and circled a hand around the front of her face, letting it rest on the fresh blood that spattered it. He gently stroked his fingers over one cheek and let them rest on her lips as she allowed one of them to snake into her mouth, her tongue voraciously sucking at the blood on the tip of it.
‘Your first kill Eve. You first step along the murder path. How does it feel?’
‘It feels like I am no longer human. It feels like I am invincible. It feels like I am immortal. It feels like how a God must feel. But it’s not just the first step along the murder path, is it?’
‘No. It’s your fist step back into the Fallen Angels. It’s your first step back into a world that made you, so I could mould you. It’s your first step on the path to finding out about their plans. It’s your first step on the path to finding and killing John Saul, before John Saul finds and kills us.’
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