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'That's what you think, boychick' He leaned back and closed his eyes. When he'reopened them, he had shoulder length hair pulled up in a ponytail, a ring in his nose, and four days' growth of beard.
It is cold. So very, very cold.
Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer ( http://www.novapdf.com ) I am huddled in the far corner of the meat locker, my knees drawn up to my chest. My breath drifts from my mouth and nostrils in wisps before condensing and turning to frost on my face.
How long? How many days have I been in here? Three? Four?
Twenty? A hundred? There is no way of telling. I no longer sleep.
The Other's screams and curses keep me awake.
Let me out! Let me out of this hellhole! I've got to feed! I'm starving!
'Good'
You stupid cunt! If I starve to death, you go with me! I'm not a damned tapeworm!
'Couldn't prove it by me.'
I'm getting out of here! I don't care what you say!
I do not fight the Other as it asserts its ascendancy over my body. The Other forces stiffened limbs to bend, levering me onto my feet. My joints crack like rotten timber as I move. The Other staggers in the direction of the door. In my weakened condition I have difficulty seeing in the pitch-black of the meat locker. I abandoned the sunglasses days ago, but as my condition worsened, so did my night vision.
The Other's groping hands close on the door's interior handle.
There is a sharp crackle and a flash of blue light as the Other is thrown halfway across the locker. It screams and writhes like a cat hit by a car, holding its blistered, smoking hands away from its body. This is the twentieth time it's tried to open the door and several fingers are on the verge of gangrene.
'You're not going anywhere. Not now. Not ever!'
Fuck you! Fuck you! I'll get you for this, you human-loving cow!
'What? Are you gonna kill me?'
I crawl back to my place in the corner. The effort starts me coughing again, bringing up black, clotted blood. I wipe at my mouth with the sleeve of my jacket, nearly dislocating my jaw in the process.
You're falling apart. You're too weak to regenerate properly ...
'If you hadn't pounded your head against the fuckin' wall trying to get out in the first place--'
You're the one that got us locked up in here! Don't blame me!
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'I am blaming you. But not for that' It's that fucking stupid human again! You think you can punish me for that? I didn't do anything that you hadn't already fantasized about!
'You raped him, damn you! You almost killed him!'
I didn't, though. I could have. But I didn't
'I love him!' My voice cracks, becomes a sob.
You don't love him. You love being mistaken for human. That's what you're mad about; not that I molested your precious lover boy, but that I ruined your little game of Let's Pretend!
'Shut up.'
Make me.
From the diaries of Sonja Blue.
Judd checked the street number of the warehouse against the address that Mal had given him. It was one of the few remaining warehouses in the district that had not been turned into trendy yuppie condominiums. There was a small sign posted on the front door that read 'Indigo Imports', but nothing else. A heavy chain and double padlock secured the entrance, and all the ground-floor windows were barred. But there had to be some way of getting in and out. He rounded the side of the building and spotted the loading dock. After a few minutes of determined tugging, he succeeded in wrenching one of the sliding corrugated metal doors far enough open to slip through.
The inside of the warehouse was lit by the mid-afternoon sunlight slanting through the barred windows. The whole place smelled of dust and rat piss. The meat locker was on the ground floor, just where Mal said it would be. Its metal walls and door were covered in swirls of spray-painted graffiti. What looked like a huge line of coke marked the
It is cold. So very, very cold.
Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer ( http://www.novapdf.com ) I am huddled in the far corner of the meat locker, my knees drawn up to my chest. My breath drifts from my mouth and nostrils in wisps before condensing and turning to frost on my face.
How long? How many days have I been in here? Three? Four?
Twenty? A hundred? There is no way of telling. I no longer sleep.
The Other's screams and curses keep me awake.
Let me out! Let me out of this hellhole! I've got to feed! I'm starving!
'Good'
You stupid cunt! If I starve to death, you go with me! I'm not a damned tapeworm!
'Couldn't prove it by me.'
I'm getting out of here! I don't care what you say!
I do not fight the Other as it asserts its ascendancy over my body. The Other forces stiffened limbs to bend, levering me onto my feet. My joints crack like rotten timber as I move. The Other staggers in the direction of the door. In my weakened condition I have difficulty seeing in the pitch-black of the meat locker. I abandoned the sunglasses days ago, but as my condition worsened, so did my night vision.
The Other's groping hands close on the door's interior handle.
There is a sharp crackle and a flash of blue light as the Other is thrown halfway across the locker. It screams and writhes like a cat hit by a car, holding its blistered, smoking hands away from its body. This is the twentieth time it's tried to open the door and several fingers are on the verge of gangrene.
'You're not going anywhere. Not now. Not ever!'
Fuck you! Fuck you! I'll get you for this, you human-loving cow!
'What? Are you gonna kill me?'
I crawl back to my place in the corner. The effort starts me coughing again, bringing up black, clotted blood. I wipe at my mouth with the sleeve of my jacket, nearly dislocating my jaw in the process.
You're falling apart. You're too weak to regenerate properly ...
'If you hadn't pounded your head against the fuckin' wall trying to get out in the first place--'
You're the one that got us locked up in here! Don't blame me!
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'I am blaming you. But not for that' It's that fucking stupid human again! You think you can punish me for that? I didn't do anything that you hadn't already fantasized about!
'You raped him, damn you! You almost killed him!'
I didn't, though. I could have. But I didn't
'I love him!' My voice cracks, becomes a sob.
You don't love him. You love being mistaken for human. That's what you're mad about; not that I molested your precious lover boy, but that I ruined your little game of Let's Pretend!
'Shut up.'
Make me.
From the diaries of Sonja Blue.
Judd checked the street number of the warehouse against the address that Mal had given him. It was one of the few remaining warehouses in the district that had not been turned into trendy yuppie condominiums. There was a small sign posted on the front door that read 'Indigo Imports', but nothing else. A heavy chain and double padlock secured the entrance, and all the ground-floor windows were barred. But there had to be some way of getting in and out. He rounded the side of the building and spotted the loading dock. After a few minutes of determined tugging, he succeeded in wrenching one of the sliding corrugated metal doors far enough open to slip through.
The inside of the warehouse was lit by the mid-afternoon sunlight slanting through the barred windows. The whole place smelled of dust and rat piss. The meat locker was on the ground floor, just where Mal said it would be. Its metal walls and door were covered in swirls of spray-painted graffiti. What looked like a huge line of coke marked the
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