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| | Hogs of Entropy Text Files Present... | |
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| | C'est La Mort | |
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| | By: DLSproule | |
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| | Transcribed by Corrosion | |
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This story originally appeared in
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"Reaper's Harvest" Magazine Issue #4.
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Memories of all the other lifetimes didn't come to her this time, until she
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lowered the gun. He was dead, half his face blown away. She turned to run,
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but the corpse got up suddenly off the floor, moving with inhuman speed to
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block the door. His hand reached up to peel off what was left of his
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tattered upper lip. It made him speak with a cleft palate sort of lisp,
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which encouraged the desperate illusion that he had some sort of weakness.
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"Cun here," he ordered.
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There was no weakness in the hand that grabbed her wrist. With her free
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hand she hurried to unbutton her blouse, but it wasn't fast enough for him.
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His other hand reached out and started tearing her clothes off.
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"Faster vitch. They'll ve here soon."
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Maybe there was a patrol car around the corner. Maybe. When the police
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came, he would become just another corpse. Until then, there was nothing
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she could do to stop him. He was already dead. He was death himself, and
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his stregnth was unearthly ...as was his lust.
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He wouldn't hesitate to hurt her.
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Finally, he let her hand free so she could undress more quickly. She
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turned to run, but the floor was slippery with his blood. He reached out
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casually, knocking her off her feet. She fell heavily. Then, he flopped
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on the floor beside her, not caring as his skull cracked loudly against the
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kitchen tile.
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He unzipped his pants and laughed to see his own erection.
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"Vig fucker, aren't I?" He giggled until he choked on the blood that
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filled his mouth and coursed down his chin.
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He lifted her naked body like picking a pillow from the floor and set her
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on top of him, straddling his bony hips.
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There was no way to get away from him. She'd known that from the very
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beginning, but still refused to give in without a fight.
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400 years earlier she'd joined a convent, thinking he wouldn't be able to
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get her. When Sister Maria died, he simply claimed the old woman's corpse
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and came to her in the night with a wooden crucifix as a phallus. The other
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nuns discovered the Sister's defiled body in bed with her the next morning.
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They called her a witch, and with the help of some soldiers nearby, hanged
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her in the courtyard that very afternoon.
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Two generations ago, she had committed suicide, only to wake in the morgue
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with a dozen cadavers clawing and poking at her. They had all laughed his
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laugh when they finished with her. They tore her limb from limb, and she
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remained concious throughout.
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The more she fought, the worse it was. And always would be.
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She cried again this time.
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He liked that.
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She pleaded, "Can't you let me live one lifetime without you?"
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"There ittthhh no life without death," he grinned, without ME, you are
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nothing."
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He buried his penis inside her.
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She didn't look up when the door burst open, or when the cops pulled her
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off him. She washed and dressed when they told her.
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Two of them placed her in the car, one in the front and another in the back
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seat beside her. They talked about her as if she wasn't there.
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"Whew, this one's a real sicko."
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"You think she killed him just to have some kinky thrills with the
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corpse?", asked the other.
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"...more to it than that."
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"Like a cult, you mean?"
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"No... well, maybe."
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"How do ya figure?"
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"There was that big puddle of blood on the other side of the kitchen," the
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first began, "He was lying by the door, but there were no marks like she
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dragged him over... or anything."
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"Never underestimate the power of the orgasm."
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"Well, maybe he got over there by himself..."
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"She blew half his head off! Nobody coulda lived through that."
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"Maybe he..."
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"Own up. You're just horny, aren't you? ...Did she turn you on Wilson...
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Wilson? Maybe the stiff'll let you have sloppy seconds."
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They laughed.
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As both men in the car turned to leer, she could see past them. Past them
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to the treetops into which they would soar as the car would speed right off
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of the edge of the road and into the orgy that awaited her as death
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-Refusing to be frustrated - prepared to return with three times the lust
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- three times the anger.
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