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Authors: Jeremy Laszlo
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case. But why cling to a doomed vessel?
I watch as the girl lowers her head, dropping her back flat as she runs, putting her arms to her side as she charges a door like she’s some kind of Rocky Mountain big horn. I watch as she charges and her head slams into the door. The door doesn’t give in the slightest to the weight of her body as it all sort of jars forward, twitching before she slides down the door and spills out across the ground, splayed out like some sort of carcass. Already, there’s blood pooling under her face. People are screaming and pulling back from where she made impact. They’re stepping back in a ring of onlookers, vultures and ghouls, all watching her as she lies there.
I chase after her, shouting her name. Maybe she’s not dead. Maybe the demon made a mistake. Maybe it only paralyzed her. I rush after her, skidding to a stop. “Call the police,” I shout to everyone around me, well aware that they’re all packing cellphones. Instinctively, they’re all whipping out their cellphones, but they’re not calling the police. They’re holding up their phones, snapping pictures. Gritting my teeth, I look down at her, at her ruined head.
She’s rammed her head into the doorknob with all her strength and it looks like the doorknob won the battle. I look at it. It’s glistening crimson, covered with strands of hair, chunks of white, and dripping with blood. Looking down at her, her whole body is twitching, dying. Dropping to my knee, I look at her face. All the bones have shifted in her skull, fracturing and separating. Her face looks wrong, like something drawn in an artist’s drug-induced fantasy. Everything just seems weird, askew. Less than an inch from her face, half of Alice’s tongue is sitting in a pool of blood that is pouring out of her mouth. I look at her, pondering what a waste it was to kill such a pretty thing. Her eyes are wide and her lips are twitching. She’s still alive.
“I’m here,” I tell her softly, trying to calm her. Her eyes are wide, full of shock and horror, if she’s even still alive. It looks like the knob punched through her skull and into her brain. I don’t know shit about the human brain, maybe she’s blind now. “Don’t worry, you’re going to be okay,” I tell her. I look at all the teenagers snapping pictures of her. I instinctively pull off my blazer and cover her up. It looks like her skirt was hiked up after the impact. I cover her exposed panties and ass, not wanting the bastards to get their shot. Thankfully, teachers are starting to show up. They’re pulling the kids away, shouting at them to get out of here.
Looking at the girl, I watch as she quickly begins to pass. Her wide eyelids start to lower, going still and unstrained, almost as if they’re flaccid. Her lips stop quivering and her entire body stops shaking. I can hear the voices shouting at the kids to get back, setting up a perimeter while more teachers begin to start driving the students back. So many of them had gotten their gory panty shots and were probably going to run home to tell their friends about it. I look down at Alice, putting my finger to her neck and feeling that there’s no pulse. There’s nothing. She’s gone. I can smell the faint aroma of piss, followed by shit. I close my eyes. Why the fuck did she have to touch so many people?
Standing up, I look down the three hallways, staring at all the teachers and security officers driving them back like torches keeping the darkness away. Staring down the hallway which I came from, I can’t help but wonder who it was that she touched last. Who was it that the demon hopped into? It wasn’t a mistake that she happened to touch all those people, bumping into them, shoving them aside. It’s out there, in the school, waiting to get to a more suitable host. I shake my head. What the fuck does this thing want? I can’t quarantine the entire school. They’re underage. That would turn into a legal clusterfuck that
I watch as the girl lowers her head, dropping her back flat as she runs, putting her arms to her side as she charges a door like she’s some kind of Rocky Mountain big horn. I watch as she charges and her head slams into the door. The door doesn’t give in the slightest to the weight of her body as it all sort of jars forward, twitching before she slides down the door and spills out across the ground, splayed out like some sort of carcass. Already, there’s blood pooling under her face. People are screaming and pulling back from where she made impact. They’re stepping back in a ring of onlookers, vultures and ghouls, all watching her as she lies there.
I chase after her, shouting her name. Maybe she’s not dead. Maybe the demon made a mistake. Maybe it only paralyzed her. I rush after her, skidding to a stop. “Call the police,” I shout to everyone around me, well aware that they’re all packing cellphones. Instinctively, they’re all whipping out their cellphones, but they’re not calling the police. They’re holding up their phones, snapping pictures. Gritting my teeth, I look down at her, at her ruined head.
She’s rammed her head into the doorknob with all her strength and it looks like the doorknob won the battle. I look at it. It’s glistening crimson, covered with strands of hair, chunks of white, and dripping with blood. Looking down at her, her whole body is twitching, dying. Dropping to my knee, I look at her face. All the bones have shifted in her skull, fracturing and separating. Her face looks wrong, like something drawn in an artist’s drug-induced fantasy. Everything just seems weird, askew. Less than an inch from her face, half of Alice’s tongue is sitting in a pool of blood that is pouring out of her mouth. I look at her, pondering what a waste it was to kill such a pretty thing. Her eyes are wide and her lips are twitching. She’s still alive.
“I’m here,” I tell her softly, trying to calm her. Her eyes are wide, full of shock and horror, if she’s even still alive. It looks like the knob punched through her skull and into her brain. I don’t know shit about the human brain, maybe she’s blind now. “Don’t worry, you’re going to be okay,” I tell her. I look at all the teenagers snapping pictures of her. I instinctively pull off my blazer and cover her up. It looks like her skirt was hiked up after the impact. I cover her exposed panties and ass, not wanting the bastards to get their shot. Thankfully, teachers are starting to show up. They’re pulling the kids away, shouting at them to get out of here.
Looking at the girl, I watch as she quickly begins to pass. Her wide eyelids start to lower, going still and unstrained, almost as if they’re flaccid. Her lips stop quivering and her entire body stops shaking. I can hear the voices shouting at the kids to get back, setting up a perimeter while more teachers begin to start driving the students back. So many of them had gotten their gory panty shots and were probably going to run home to tell their friends about it. I look down at Alice, putting my finger to her neck and feeling that there’s no pulse. There’s nothing. She’s gone. I can smell the faint aroma of piss, followed by shit. I close my eyes. Why the fuck did she have to touch so many people?
Standing up, I look down the three hallways, staring at all the teachers and security officers driving them back like torches keeping the darkness away. Staring down the hallway which I came from, I can’t help but wonder who it was that she touched last. Who was it that the demon hopped into? It wasn’t a mistake that she happened to touch all those people, bumping into them, shoving them aside. It’s out there, in the school, waiting to get to a more suitable host. I shake my head. What the fuck does this thing want? I can’t quarantine the entire school. They’re underage. That would turn into a legal clusterfuck that
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