Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Bad Day


She lit a cigarette, the flame from the lighter illuminating the dark room and it’s components. Blood tainted the walls and furniture, most prominently on the bed with which she sat upon where there were also grotesque chunks of flesh surrounding a corpse. She puffed a smoke, deeply disappointed. She had already been in a sour mood that day and then the stupid ass human couldn’t get her to climax fast enough. Pft! Typical.
            Of course, when she did (finally) have an orgasm, her anger had boiled over and she lashed out against his feeble body. She didn’t give him enough time to squirm or run away; the bastard was slow and unsatisfying. He deserved to die. True, she may have gotten slightly carried away, as it seemed a little extraneous to tear open his body and shred his organs, but she was one to loose herself easily in her anger. She didn’t complain; the more horrible, the better.
            The ashes of the cigarette broke away until it was almost done and she realized only when the burn of the ashes left marks in her skin that she had been sitting there completely nude. Deciding to take her leave, she scrounged the room for her clothes. She hissed as she found they were all stained in a pool of blood. She glanced back at the mutated form of the human, condemning his audacity to humiliate her even in death. I’ll fix that, she growled. Her hand poised, she threw a flash of penetrating energy, severing the human’s lifeless penis.
            Dark, crimson blood erupted from the body like a fountain. Eireka puffed one last smoke in slight satisfaction and threw the last of the cigarette onto nearby curtains, watching blankly as the place became alit with flames. Casually, she walked to the hallway closet and grabbed a black overcoat. Dressed in her temporary garb, she added finishing touches before taking her leave. Again, she threw her hand with a flourish, destroying the smoke detectors and the gas line feeding into the kitchen stove. Slipping the pack of cigarettes into the breast pocket, she took another one out to smoke and cursed as she found it was her last one. Every light bulb burst with the force of her frustration and she kicked open the door, not even sparing a glance at the explosion as she walked away in a huff.
            Indeed, that day was the worst day ever.

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