Post by Quirky Tea on Aug 1, 2014 19:38:05 GMT
Malachy had been hiding out at the hospital for days. He shut his eyes, trying to keep himself sane as he heard the cries for help start up again. He knew who wanted him. He also knew what was wrong with her. And the reason she wanted his help. Mal leaned against the rough wall, his merle coat looked white and clean against the weathered brick. He shut his eyes in prayer. “Please help me get through this. I don't want to...” He whispered to himself, as if saying the words aloud made them more sincere.
Sometimes, he’d help her. He’d share a portion of his meals with her. It was enough to keep her alive, but not much more than that. She was still in the room, where he had left her. She was still sitting in the puddle of water he dragged her into earlier to clean her up. It happened nearly a week ago when he found her paralyzed, unable to move anything except her head and neck. He had made first contact with her only three days ago.
“Mal,” she called. “Please. I know you’re there.” The yellow dog looked around, hoping to catch sight of the Border Collie mix. “Mal?”
He had shared his name with her. Her name was Lucky, despite the fact that she was fully unlucky for having met him and having her spine crushed in the rubble of the fallen ceiling. She didn’t know what he was. She didn’t know that he was a monster, and he would tear her to pieces and count every piece lovingly. He heard her calling him again and he covered his ears with his paws to stop from hearing her.
But he knew what he wanted to do and it was getting harder and harder to resist because Lucky was such a perfect specimen. He had to. To wait until she died, that would be such a waste.
He pushed the door to the examination room open with his nose. He kept his head low and his tail was tucked between his legs.
“There you are,” she said with a smile. She lifted her head as high as she could.
“Lucky,” Mal said and he pushed the door closed behind him. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” she asked, confused.
He averted his eyes, casting his brown gaze anywhere but on her. “I’m sorry,” he said again. “It’s just been so long. Just look away.”
She was a pitiful creature, especially because she listened to him. Surely, he was doing her a favor. He went close to her and took a mouthful of skin and tore it, stepping on her haunch to gain more leverage for his task. Although she wanted to trust him, Lucky had had suspicions about Mal. He had a quiet demeanor, apologetic and socially clumsy. Shy and secretive.
She had to look because she was curious. Her eyes flickered down and she saw Malachy deep inside of her abdomen, distorting the skin below her ribs it as he pulled on something inside. She whimpered and then started screaming in complete and utter terror.
Mal worked with a quiet focus that was completely insane. He worked on his task as if it were more important than anything else he had ever done. Her intestines came out, long and ropey. He was feeling fulfilled, more than he had ever felt in a long time. It was so rare to play in this way with a living dog. The blood stained the floor all around them and it stained their coats as well.
He continued, ignoring her shrill screams. He ignored them as they started to weaken and finally stop. When he looked up, taking the last organ from her body cavity, she had been dead for so long that her eyes had dried open. “Lucky?”
Mal’s dark eyes were tearing up, genuinely sad about the death of the female he had found. He had been weak for only a moment, and relinquished himself to his dark desires. “Lucky! Please. Please…” He put it all back together and tried to get her limp body to stand up again. “Lucky, it’s alright. You're okay.” He smiled as he stood back, almost half expecting her to just come back alive. She didn’t and his smile faded, quickly replaced with a look of horror.
He looked at his own fur, sticky with her blood. He wore his sin. He shriveled up and wanted a place to wash up. He ran from the room, his eyes wide and his breath shallow and panicked, looking for a place to clean away the evidence. Why did I do it? Why did I do it? “Oh god, oh my god.”
Sometimes, he’d help her. He’d share a portion of his meals with her. It was enough to keep her alive, but not much more than that. She was still in the room, where he had left her. She was still sitting in the puddle of water he dragged her into earlier to clean her up. It happened nearly a week ago when he found her paralyzed, unable to move anything except her head and neck. He had made first contact with her only three days ago.
“Mal,” she called. “Please. I know you’re there.” The yellow dog looked around, hoping to catch sight of the Border Collie mix. “Mal?”
He had shared his name with her. Her name was Lucky, despite the fact that she was fully unlucky for having met him and having her spine crushed in the rubble of the fallen ceiling. She didn’t know what he was. She didn’t know that he was a monster, and he would tear her to pieces and count every piece lovingly. He heard her calling him again and he covered his ears with his paws to stop from hearing her.
But he knew what he wanted to do and it was getting harder and harder to resist because Lucky was such a perfect specimen. He had to. To wait until she died, that would be such a waste.
He pushed the door to the examination room open with his nose. He kept his head low and his tail was tucked between his legs.
“There you are,” she said with a smile. She lifted her head as high as she could.
“Lucky,” Mal said and he pushed the door closed behind him. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” she asked, confused.
He averted his eyes, casting his brown gaze anywhere but on her. “I’m sorry,” he said again. “It’s just been so long. Just look away.”
She was a pitiful creature, especially because she listened to him. Surely, he was doing her a favor. He went close to her and took a mouthful of skin and tore it, stepping on her haunch to gain more leverage for his task. Although she wanted to trust him, Lucky had had suspicions about Mal. He had a quiet demeanor, apologetic and socially clumsy. Shy and secretive.
She had to look because she was curious. Her eyes flickered down and she saw Malachy deep inside of her abdomen, distorting the skin below her ribs it as he pulled on something inside. She whimpered and then started screaming in complete and utter terror.
Mal worked with a quiet focus that was completely insane. He worked on his task as if it were more important than anything else he had ever done. Her intestines came out, long and ropey. He was feeling fulfilled, more than he had ever felt in a long time. It was so rare to play in this way with a living dog. The blood stained the floor all around them and it stained their coats as well.
He continued, ignoring her shrill screams. He ignored them as they started to weaken and finally stop. When he looked up, taking the last organ from her body cavity, she had been dead for so long that her eyes had dried open. “Lucky?”
Mal’s dark eyes were tearing up, genuinely sad about the death of the female he had found. He had been weak for only a moment, and relinquished himself to his dark desires. “Lucky! Please. Please…” He put it all back together and tried to get her limp body to stand up again. “Lucky, it’s alright. You're okay.” He smiled as he stood back, almost half expecting her to just come back alive. She didn’t and his smile faded, quickly replaced with a look of horror.
He looked at his own fur, sticky with her blood. He wore his sin. He shriveled up and wanted a place to wash up. He ran from the room, his eyes wide and his breath shallow and panicked, looking for a place to clean away the evidence. Why did I do it? Why did I do it? “Oh god, oh my god.”