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Your body felt like it was about to burst— like a balloon on its last breath before its stretched skin pops into nothingness. Your mouth suddenly filled with sour tasting bile— maybe it was because your breakfast this morning was bad, or maybe it was because you just ate a human being.
Either way, it didn’t stop the vomit that was now violently streaming out of your mouth and onto the carpet below you.
After the outburst of your food finished exiting your body, you observed it. It was dark red and liquidy. Just like the blood that poured from your target— Cassidy— when you took a strong bite from her neck. The guilt was overwhelming, obviously, but it wasn’t strong because of the fact that you have no memory of breaking into Cassidy’s apartment and ripping her apart for your dinner.
You knew you should be terrified. You were a monster— a cannibal hiding inside the skin of a human, but you couldn’t force yourself to feel any amount of sadness. It was your “job,” anyways, and at this point, you’re too far gone to give a fuck.
You’d still blame yourself. Even if it really wasn’t you. You knew it was that outside force— that buzz that you feel every once in a while, which causes you to black out and wake up in an alleyway after devouring a human.
“Fuck.” You whisper, which burns your scratchy throat that wasn’t quite ready to release any sound yet. While standing up from the mess of blood, guts, and vomit surrounding you, it hits you that you were covered almost head to toe in blood.
“Well, damn.” A muffled voice says from behind you,
“How are we gonna clean this up without alerting someone?” You turn around to confront them,
“We can do it. Just,” you pause to take a breath, turning around entirely to look your partner straight in the eyes,
“Just be extra cautious. Don’t draw attention— that sorta stuff. You’re good at that, right Kate?” You doubted that nobody saw you and Kate break through Cassidy’s window, in fact, you were sure at least one person did— but nobody living in this dumpster of an apartment complex could give a shit. You’d just have to hope that nobody was interested enough in Cassidy to come looking for her.
There was another pause between you and Kate before she starts up again,
“Honestly, dude, I have no clue why you eat them if you just vomit them back up again.” She says as she saunters over to Cassidy’s dead body to retrieve her knife, which had been thrown straight into her— now unrecognizable— face.
You and Kate were a powerful duo. You, on one hand, knew how to act pretty well. Creating bonds with people you didn’t know easily, allowing them to be an easier kill. Now, Kate? She was good for the scaring, putting them on edge so they would cling to you for comfort— eventually leading to them getting a knife to the gut or being eaten alive.
“You know damn well it isn’t me.” Your voice drops as you snap back at Kate. The black outs that cause you to eat people weren’t you, and she knew that— but she liked to push your buttons, especially when you were pissy after a mission. It was apart of her humor, you could say, but it really just does more harm than good.
Kate huffs out a stale laugh, “Chill. I’m joking.” She stares at you while she wipes her bloodied knife on her sleeve before sticking it into her hoodie pocket.
You rub your forehead in an attempt to calm the headache you could feel coming on, though only relief you felt was the fact that Cassidy was your second to last target left in this town, and you had only one more dipshit to track down and kill before you and Kate could finally go back home.
The twig fucker, you and Kate like to call him, was the reason you were out here in the first place. Some of the other proxies went on a messy mission, left a few people behind who saw them and didn’t care enough to clean them up, which made him send you and Kate, because he knew you both would do it well, even if you would rather not.
It took a minute of standing around to realize you needed to move as fast as possible to clean the mess and get moving so you could finish the mission. You and Kate simultaneously started cleaning, she was mopping the floor while you bagged Cassidy’s mutilated body in order to dispose of it later.
After checking the apartment thoroughly to ensure there wasn’t any splatter of blood left on the wooden tiles, you and Kate moved to the last known location of your final target. After spending about a week in this town, you had befriended most of the targets already, and the last one, known as Royce, was a pretty buff guy— but he was a teddy bear at heart. He treated you with respect, even if you guys barely knew each other. Though, visually, he could easily take down you and Kate in one hit, you knew he wouldn’t— and your gut said he would go down easily, without a fight.
From the information you had gathered from the mission brief and from a conversation with Royce himself, you confidently knew he worked night shifts at an old, rundown gas station on the edge of town. It was somewhat close to the house you and the other proxies shared, which you were grateful for, since all you have wanted to do for the past three days was lay down and sleep.
As you neared the gas station, a large, red pickup truck rolled into the parking lot, and out came Royce.
Kate laughed,
“Right on time.” She said, grabbing her hunting knife that was stuck in her utility belt.
You briefed over your small plan with Kate before approaching the building— you would chat him up, distract him. Allowing Kate to sneak past the large glass panes of the front of the gas station to head to the back, kill any bystanders, and murder Royce while he wasn’t paying any attention.
As you walked through the front doors of the gas station— Royce’s face lit up.
“Hey! Nice to see you!” He smiled, leaning on the check-out counter as you approached.
Giggling lightly at his dramatic greeting, you replied,
“Hey, Royce. Nice to see you too.” You two talked like you were old friends, striking up conversation after conversation— which you mostly attempted to keep centered around him, so you wouldn’t have to make up a story on the spot to keep him entertained.
Soon enough, you saw a streak of black and white in the corner of your eye— Kate had made her way towards the back of the store. You knew she’d be quick and quiet, just like you had wished. The conversation only lasted another minute or two before you heard the ‘employees only’ door open with a loud creak.
Royce, assuming the person coming out was just a coworker, didn’t even look. Your small smile grew. You didn’t particularly enjoy killing people, obviously, but knowing you were behind someone’s demise still lighted your day. You knew it was bad— you know you are crazy. But why would you care? Death is all you’ve ever known.
Kate was sneaky. She wasn’t a small woman, she was well built, athletic— but that didn’t stop her from being one of the most quiet motherfuckers you know. It was terrifying. Even while running, her footsteps were almost entirely silent. That’s why you loved working with her.
Royce’s joy in seeing you was short lived, as his blabbering turned into a gurgle from the slit in his neck. Blood rushed out— from his mouth and his neck. He put his hands on the wound. You laughed. Does he really think that’s going to stop the bleeding?
He backed up slowly, before crashing down onto the floor. You stuck your head over the counter, catching his last breath as Kate stomped on his head. She bent down, checking his pockets.
“Nothing.” She said, letting out a dramatic, disappointed sigh.
Every time you and Kate would kill someone, you’d check to see if they had money. The chance was usually slim— and if they did have cash, it was usually just a few bucks.
You shrugged as you turned and slowly walked towards the door
“I don’t feel like cleaning this shit up. Let’s get going.” Before you opened the entrance, you looked back at Kate, who was stuffing her hands into the register and stuffing wads of cash into her pockets. She shut the register after raiding it of everything and jogged up behind you,
“This money makes the mission worth it!” Kate giggles, taking a few bills out and giving you some, getting some of Royce’s blood on the papers.
“You’re such a greedy bitch.” You laughed, taking the now bloodied bills and stuffing them into your pocket as you walked out of the convenience store— finally starting your journey back to the cabin.