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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Mystery
- Subject: Horror / Scary
- Published: 09/30/2017
Flesh
Born 1964, F, from Gordon, ACT, Australia“My Dearest Perry,
I can’t wait to meet you, to fulfil my dream, my Grand Destiny. We will make history, you and I.
Eternally yours, Gustav”
“Dear Gustav,
Likewise, I cannot wait. It is so hard to truly believe I am about to live my greatest fantasy! We are about to become one, to be as close as two people can get. Sunday cannot come quickly enough for me.
With fondest regards, Perry”
The two men faced each other in unholy communion. A dozen candles intimately illuminated the space between them. The candlelight softened Perry’s handsome young face, and flames danced in his dark eyes.
Gustav smiled with satisfaction. He could not have chosen better.
With great ceremony, Gustav unrolled sheets of plastic onto the floor then laid out his tools on the table. He took a gleaming scalpel, and gently sliced a long roll of flesh from his own forearm. He placed the delicate morsel on a small plate, and allowed his blood to run into a small cup while Perry watched in hungry anticipation.
Gustav gently slid the plate and cup over to Perry. “He who eats my flesh will live forever,” he softly intoned. “He who drinks my blood will be immortal.”
Perry reverently lifted the thin scroll of flesh to his mouth and ate, his eyes squeezed shut in glorious satisfaction as he chewed and savoured his meal. He sipped Gustav’s blood and allowed it to trickle heavily down his throat.
Still smiling, Gustav picked up the scalpel and calmly sliced his own throat from ear to ear in a smooth motion born of centuries of practice. His blood pattered on the plastic sheeting like falling rain, his body toppled sideways and fell to the floor.
So much blood. Perry fell on the body in orgiastic greed, biting and slicing, swallowing blood and ribbons of flesh until he was gorged. He rolled onto the bloody sheet beside Gustav and passed out in a coma of satiety.
When Gustav opened his eyes, the grey dawn light was filtering through the kitchen windows. The candles had long since guttered out.
He experimentally moved his fingers and toes, enjoying the painless flexibility of a young, healthy body. He mercilessly ransacked Perry’s memories to get context for his new life. Perry’s voice shrieked in bewildered fear, lost in the dark recesses of his own mind, but Gustav ruthlessly blocked the noise, knowing it would eventually disappear altogether into the endless night.
He slowly got to his feet and glared with loathing at the withered old body he had so recently inhabited. The cancer had finally gained a foothold, and he had been worried that he wouldn’t find another body in time. But his dark lord had delivered, as he had done so many times before.
Gustav … no. He had to get used to his new name, his new life. Perry stripped himself of sticky clothes that were as stiff as cardboard with dried blood, before padding through to the bathroom. His bowels cramped with need, and he sat on the toilet, revelling in the feel of a system in perfect working order. He stood under the steaming stream of water for half an hour before he felt clean. He admired his new physique in the mirror as he donned Perry’s (his) clothes.
He used the plastic sheeting to expertly wrap the body and bloody clothes into a cocoon, before dragging the whole mess down in the elevator to the secure garage and dumping it in the boot of his car. He could imagine how pleased the police would be to find the corpse of one of their most wanted felons. They would be able to match the DNA and fingerprints to a string of violent crimes dating back twenty years or more. Oh yes, they would celebrate … until they had themselves a new crime spree to worry about.
Perry put on his Raybans and admired himself in the rear vision mirror before activating the automatic security gates with his pass and driving away. He had already picked out the perfect spot to dump the body. Someone would find it within a few days, and Perry wouldn’t even be on the radar as a suspect. In any event, the police were more likely to shake the murderer’s hand than arrest him. That Gustav, he was a bad, bad man. Perry laughed out loud with the sheer joy of living as he sped to his destination.
Three nights later he watched the breaking news as the police solemnly celebrated the discovery of a man believed to be one Gustav Pedersen, a man they had been seeking for a very long time. The preliminary report was vague, the cause of death difficult to determine as the body had been partially eaten by wild animals. The report did not mention that some of those bite marks appeared to be human.
Perry threw back his head and laughed, pacing the apartment restlessly. It had only been three days, but already he felt the need rising in him; the need to inflict pain, to take a life. He stared out of the window, watching the evening sky in all its glorious shades of pink and orange slowly darken to night. The lights of the city drew him with their promise of dark alleyways and easy prey.
And so the years passed in an orgy of violence and blood. Perry’s tiny voice in the darkness faded and eventually became silent.
By day, he maintained the normal life of a normal man. Perry’s meaningless work as a personal trainer kept him occupied during the daylight hours. In fact, he quite enjoyed the irony of working with women in their quest for perfect health and fitness while he imagined choking the life out of them. Beating them to death with his bare fists. Ripping open their neck with his teeth and watching the light die in their eyes while he brutally took them on the hard, dirty ground.
Most nights, he would go home wound up and frustrated, and he would leave his apartment and prowl the city in search of prey. It never ceased to amaze him, these brave souls who were out in the night despite the ongoing murder and mayhem in their city. They always thought death was something that happened to other people, never to them. Perry looked with contempt on these naïve, stupid fools, and enjoyed destroying their faith in their own invulnerability.
Then disaster struck.
Perry was standing in the shadows, intently watching a homeless bum shamble towards him. These strange people were not normally a satisfying challenge, but there had been no-one else tonight and he needed, oh Lord how he needed to kill someone.
He didn’t even notice the man behind him until he felt the familiar sting of a knife at the side of his neck.
“Give me your money, and you won’t get hurt.” Perry gagged at the rotten stink of the wretched man’s breath as it gusted warmly against his cheek.
“In my pocket.” Perry slowly dropped his arm to his side as if going for the wallet in his pocket. At the last minute, he snaked his hand out behind him and grabbed the man’s testicles, twisting them savagely. The man hissed out a thin shriek and staggered back, slicing Perry’s neck with the wickedly sharp knifeblade.
Perry dropped to his knees and pressed his hands to the wound in his neck, while his attacker limped away cradling his injured balls with both hands.
The homeless man walked over and gently knelt with him, tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry man, you ain’t gonna make it. Can I do anything for you to help you pass?”
Perry couldn’t believe his good fortune. This hobo’s body would do nicely for a little while until he could line something else up.
He held out his bloody fingers, trying to get them in the man’s mouth. “He who eats my flesh will live forever,” he gasped. “He who drinks my blood will be immortal. Please.”
The man looked puzzled, but leaned forward obligingly before looking behind Perry with a look of disgusted horror. He scrambled to his feet and staggered away.
Perry managed to turn slightly, and saw the most horrifying sight imaginable, one that should only ever be seen in nightmares. Rats. Hundreds of filthy rats, attracted by the smell of blood and death. They swarmed over his body, suffocating him with their heavy bodies, licking his blood with their cold, greasy tongues, ripping and devouring his flesh with their sharp yellow teeth.
Perry screamed soundlessly as his black soul was shredded into hundreds of pieces. His sanity tottered and collapsed as he watched himself being eaten through hundreds of shiny black eyes.
Flesh(Hazel Dow)
“My Dearest Perry,
I can’t wait to meet you, to fulfil my dream, my Grand Destiny. We will make history, you and I.
Eternally yours, Gustav”
“Dear Gustav,
Likewise, I cannot wait. It is so hard to truly believe I am about to live my greatest fantasy! We are about to become one, to be as close as two people can get. Sunday cannot come quickly enough for me.
With fondest regards, Perry”
The two men faced each other in unholy communion. A dozen candles intimately illuminated the space between them. The candlelight softened Perry’s handsome young face, and flames danced in his dark eyes.
Gustav smiled with satisfaction. He could not have chosen better.
With great ceremony, Gustav unrolled sheets of plastic onto the floor then laid out his tools on the table. He took a gleaming scalpel, and gently sliced a long roll of flesh from his own forearm. He placed the delicate morsel on a small plate, and allowed his blood to run into a small cup while Perry watched in hungry anticipation.
Gustav gently slid the plate and cup over to Perry. “He who eats my flesh will live forever,” he softly intoned. “He who drinks my blood will be immortal.”
Perry reverently lifted the thin scroll of flesh to his mouth and ate, his eyes squeezed shut in glorious satisfaction as he chewed and savoured his meal. He sipped Gustav’s blood and allowed it to trickle heavily down his throat.
Still smiling, Gustav picked up the scalpel and calmly sliced his own throat from ear to ear in a smooth motion born of centuries of practice. His blood pattered on the plastic sheeting like falling rain, his body toppled sideways and fell to the floor.
So much blood. Perry fell on the body in orgiastic greed, biting and slicing, swallowing blood and ribbons of flesh until he was gorged. He rolled onto the bloody sheet beside Gustav and passed out in a coma of satiety.
When Gustav opened his eyes, the grey dawn light was filtering through the kitchen windows. The candles had long since guttered out.
He experimentally moved his fingers and toes, enjoying the painless flexibility of a young, healthy body. He mercilessly ransacked Perry’s memories to get context for his new life. Perry’s voice shrieked in bewildered fear, lost in the dark recesses of his own mind, but Gustav ruthlessly blocked the noise, knowing it would eventually disappear altogether into the endless night.
He slowly got to his feet and glared with loathing at the withered old body he had so recently inhabited. The cancer had finally gained a foothold, and he had been worried that he wouldn’t find another body in time. But his dark lord had delivered, as he had done so many times before.
Gustav … no. He had to get used to his new name, his new life. Perry stripped himself of sticky clothes that were as stiff as cardboard with dried blood, before padding through to the bathroom. His bowels cramped with need, and he sat on the toilet, revelling in the feel of a system in perfect working order. He stood under the steaming stream of water for half an hour before he felt clean. He admired his new physique in the mirror as he donned Perry’s (his) clothes.
He used the plastic sheeting to expertly wrap the body and bloody clothes into a cocoon, before dragging the whole mess down in the elevator to the secure garage and dumping it in the boot of his car. He could imagine how pleased the police would be to find the corpse of one of their most wanted felons. They would be able to match the DNA and fingerprints to a string of violent crimes dating back twenty years or more. Oh yes, they would celebrate … until they had themselves a new crime spree to worry about.
Perry put on his Raybans and admired himself in the rear vision mirror before activating the automatic security gates with his pass and driving away. He had already picked out the perfect spot to dump the body. Someone would find it within a few days, and Perry wouldn’t even be on the radar as a suspect. In any event, the police were more likely to shake the murderer’s hand than arrest him. That Gustav, he was a bad, bad man. Perry laughed out loud with the sheer joy of living as he sped to his destination.
Three nights later he watched the breaking news as the police solemnly celebrated the discovery of a man believed to be one Gustav Pedersen, a man they had been seeking for a very long time. The preliminary report was vague, the cause of death difficult to determine as the body had been partially eaten by wild animals. The report did not mention that some of those bite marks appeared to be human.
Perry threw back his head and laughed, pacing the apartment restlessly. It had only been three days, but already he felt the need rising in him; the need to inflict pain, to take a life. He stared out of the window, watching the evening sky in all its glorious shades of pink and orange slowly darken to night. The lights of the city drew him with their promise of dark alleyways and easy prey.
And so the years passed in an orgy of violence and blood. Perry’s tiny voice in the darkness faded and eventually became silent.
By day, he maintained the normal life of a normal man. Perry’s meaningless work as a personal trainer kept him occupied during the daylight hours. In fact, he quite enjoyed the irony of working with women in their quest for perfect health and fitness while he imagined choking the life out of them. Beating them to death with his bare fists. Ripping open their neck with his teeth and watching the light die in their eyes while he brutally took them on the hard, dirty ground.
Most nights, he would go home wound up and frustrated, and he would leave his apartment and prowl the city in search of prey. It never ceased to amaze him, these brave souls who were out in the night despite the ongoing murder and mayhem in their city. They always thought death was something that happened to other people, never to them. Perry looked with contempt on these naïve, stupid fools, and enjoyed destroying their faith in their own invulnerability.
Then disaster struck.
Perry was standing in the shadows, intently watching a homeless bum shamble towards him. These strange people were not normally a satisfying challenge, but there had been no-one else tonight and he needed, oh Lord how he needed to kill someone.
He didn’t even notice the man behind him until he felt the familiar sting of a knife at the side of his neck.
“Give me your money, and you won’t get hurt.” Perry gagged at the rotten stink of the wretched man’s breath as it gusted warmly against his cheek.
“In my pocket.” Perry slowly dropped his arm to his side as if going for the wallet in his pocket. At the last minute, he snaked his hand out behind him and grabbed the man’s testicles, twisting them savagely. The man hissed out a thin shriek and staggered back, slicing Perry’s neck with the wickedly sharp knifeblade.
Perry dropped to his knees and pressed his hands to the wound in his neck, while his attacker limped away cradling his injured balls with both hands.
The homeless man walked over and gently knelt with him, tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry man, you ain’t gonna make it. Can I do anything for you to help you pass?”
Perry couldn’t believe his good fortune. This hobo’s body would do nicely for a little while until he could line something else up.
He held out his bloody fingers, trying to get them in the man’s mouth. “He who eats my flesh will live forever,” he gasped. “He who drinks my blood will be immortal. Please.”
The man looked puzzled, but leaned forward obligingly before looking behind Perry with a look of disgusted horror. He scrambled to his feet and staggered away.
Perry managed to turn slightly, and saw the most horrifying sight imaginable, one that should only ever be seen in nightmares. Rats. Hundreds of filthy rats, attracted by the smell of blood and death. They swarmed over his body, suffocating him with their heavy bodies, licking his blood with their cold, greasy tongues, ripping and devouring his flesh with their sharp yellow teeth.
Perry screamed soundlessly as his black soul was shredded into hundreds of pieces. His sanity tottered and collapsed as he watched himself being eaten through hundreds of shiny black eyes.
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