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Zombies and Other Unforgivable Immoralities

The Other 7
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The Other
 
04:18PM
“Mmh…” His back propped up against the alley wall, The Other grimaced and cracked his neck before rising to his feet, working the stiffness out of his joints. Yeah… pretending to be asleep back here in hopes of a mugging attempt coming his way had been a mistake. He’d wound up actually falling asleep, and was now feeling annoyed at the soreness of his back. A quick blink caused the pain to vanish, but his annoyance remained. At this moment, however, he didn’t need to be anywhere but here, listening to himself think… he leaned back against the wall and shut his eyes, letting his senses expand. His sight crept down sewer grates, his hearing caught the rumble of faraway engines, and he felt the cold breeze, the cold bricks and the cold ground even more acutely than before.
 
Janey Belle
 
04:27PM
There was a crackling of energy in the air. Something foul and dark, acursed and evil, made of death and destruction instead of creation and life. What was it being used for? Well, something quite amusing, at least it was in Janey’s opinion. People had been learning to be wary of certain spots in town, where a certain street walker was allegedly haunting. Some listened. Most didn’t. The most were just the lonely, the thirsty, the needful, who dared so much to have so little a return, and it was them who fueled this dark magic. A man was pinned to a wall by silky black hair that bound his wrists over his head, and in front of him, hovering off the ground, was Janey Belle herself. “My my, you look juicy.” He was a big man, tall, broad shouldered, broad waisted. “You know what they say about men with big feet, right?” She laughed in his face as he shuddered in terror. “You’re going to have a very painful last day in the land of the living… But I’m going to make sure I enjoy it for you.”
 
Valerie Périer
 
04:27PM
The clicking of black heels can be heard. A soft echo throughout the streets of this dull city… She had long black hair. And a skinny, very pale form. With plump crimson lips, and steel grey eyes. She wore a most revealing outfit. A short, thigh cut skirt. Just enough to tease at the goods hidden away. She also wore a top, revealing a fair amount of cleavage. An outfit designed to attract men. The vampire stood against a street corner. Her hunger had returned… And she planned to satisfy the deep urges.
 
The Other
 
04:35PM
The Other muttered something under his breath, processing a sudden shifting of variables as his Mind’s Eye caught a new presence worthy of note. There was the hunting zombie, as expected; she was always around, here or there, but someone else was walking through the streets… mildly intrigued, he decided to keep his Eye open, as he headed towards the place where he knew he’d find Janey Belle playing with her food. He smirked to himself, recalling their last encounter… which had ended with a bottle being broken on his face and him promising to kill and devour one of her ‘friends’. In the end, though, he’d left her alone; she’d gone through enough trouble as it had been. He rounded the corner, coming into sight of her and the entangled man; gazing at her for a moment, he promptly moved over to the wall and leaned against it, content to wait.
 
Janey Belle
 
04:46PM
A knife was pulled out of Janey’s corset, the blade appearing to be made out of a very opaque, glass-like material instead of metal, which she used to slice through the buttons on her meal’s shirt very quickly. “You’re gonna serve a double purpose. One, I’m hungry. Two? I’m in need of a few things for a little… experiment. If I can find someone else to snack on, then maybe you’ll just be raw materials, but that’s going to be your main purpose… Still.” And then she leaned in… and took a bite right out of his right cheek, making him roar in pain as she tore it away. “I’m sure I can eat and work at the same time…”
 
Valerie Périer
 
04:48PM
Soon enough a ‘client’ approached a middle aged man. Short beard. Dark skin. Greying hair. She ran a hand over his chest as they talked. Before slipping a hand into his. And squeezing it lightly. Seems they were going to do what they were going to do in an alley… Odd… He placed a hand on her hip as they rounded a corner. Hers trailing up to rest gently on the borderline between his shoulder and his neck. He jumped as he heard the screams of Janet’s victim. And she knew she had to act. Lunging forward, her fangs sink into the man’s neck as they fell to the ground. Her nails plunging into the tendons on his wrists. Her form keeping his against the floor.
 
The Other
 
04:54PM
The Other smiled a little when he heard the telltale ripping of flesh and roar of agony. Here they went… and meanwhile, another predator appeared to have stricken a hapless victim. Who were the idiots who kept on waltzing into their hunting grounds? The Other had seen the warnings, heard the rumors, even sat through a televised ad telling people to stay away from this place OR THEY WOULD DIE… and yet, Broad Shoulders over here was getting his face eaten and some chucklefuck over there was being used as a blood bag. “Fuckin’… humans, man…” The long-haired pretty boy ran a hand through his dark locks and sighed. Screams were music unto themselves, he decided; sometimes, you just had to sit and listen.
 
Shiverme Tentacles
 
05:04PM
Speaking of music, down the road strolled a woman -or what’s left of one, seeing as she was mostly skeletal and the flesh that remained seemed waterlogged and salty- dressed in a jacobite, an unassuming red scarf and a plain skirt. She was wailing an otherwise cheery tune in her spooky undead pirate voice, the faintest hint of a brogue peaked in her voice. She walked with the noisy confidence of someone out on a binge, her tentacle woven bony limbs making exaggerated motions as she danced her way down the street. “Oh pour me a slug of it, throw me a mug of it, give me a jug of that famous Ol Spiced~” She paused by an alleyway to see…another cursed soul? And a man bound by…huh. “Quite the hairy situation the poor lubbers in. Trapped by strange voodoo magic at the mercy of an angry wench…wonder if he got any coin on him. He won’t need it when he be goin.”
 
Janey Belle
 
05:11PM
While Janey was busy stripping a bit of flesh off the side of her plus-sized guinea pig’s face, she noticed… things. Mostly she felt suddenly… aware. Like maybe she wasn’t alone. Distant things she was hearing more than anything. “Hold that thought, peachy.” She gave her guinea pig a blood-smeared smooch on the forehead, and then left him magically pinned to the wall as she descended to the ground and just decided to… yep. There it was. Someone was eating almost literally right next to her. “Do you mind– Oh.” Wait, she recognized this one! “Oh, look, if it isn’t… you. I don’t think I caught your name.” She squatted down near Valerie, before her eyes came up to look at… wow. Janey was dead. She was dead dead. Visibly dead. Not decrepit, but dead. But this? This… other woman made Janey look like the product of just good Hollywood movie make-up. “Who are you calling ‘wench’?”
 
Valerie Périer
 
05:14PM
The corpse being sufficiently drained, she got up. And was about to talk to janey… When she saw this other woman… Compared to these two. She could probably pass for a human with an eating disorder or somethibg…ew….humabs.
 
The Other
 
05:18PM
“Oi… that’s not fair at all. Can’t leave the poor bastard hanging there…” The Other muttered, to no one in particular. He pushed off the wall and walked over to the mutilated guy hanging on the wall, giving his stomach a poke and grimacing. Was this some kind of test? This whole affair seemed odd to him, like there was some shady back-alley operation run by a duo of sexy misanthropic ghouls. …Come to think of it, this was probably not the first instance of such a thing, especially in a city like Consequence. And by virtue of that, not so weird after all… though he was still curious. “What’cha workin’ on, Janey?”
 
Shiverme Tentacles
 
05:20PM
Shiver scratched at her exposed ribcage, which was empty of organs and instead filled with Shannon the Octopus. Shannon waved a tentacle and gurgled in a vaguely Irish way. “Well originally I was blubberin to meself so it could’ve been I. But ye seem to be a wench yerself. Pretty one too seein as that poor bastard didn’t need to be liquored up to fall fer the ol’ ‘pretty lass leads to the alley leads to a cutthroat’ routine.” She smirked, the smell of rum wafting off of her blacked teeth.
 
Janey Belle
 
05:24PM
“…Wenching was my former occupation. Now, it is a… cover, as you’re suggesting.” She stood back up all the way, hands on her hips. Janey was a fantastic ‘wench’, especially when she was rocking her black lingerie of death wardrobe, like she was at that moment. She looked down at Valerie. “And I think my friend here at least uses the same strategy.” Maybe the very clearly vampiric woman never worked hard for her money, but she definitely knew how to get food on her ‘table’. Table in this instance being the cold hard ground. But, Janey whirled around to lay eyes on the other thing she’d felt around her – The literal The Other thing. She grimaced. “Minding my business, unlike you. What are you doing, following me or something?”
 
Valerie Périer
 
05:27PM
She moved her hands to pale, exposed hips. At least these people understood her needs somewhat. If vampires weren’t very well liked here anymore…
 
Shiverme Tentacles
 
05:32PM
“Well, lasses if it’s too much t’ ask, may I pilfer their pockets fer trinkets? Not like they’ll need them, and treasure don’t seem to interest ye as much as yer mission o murder.” The corpse used her hook to move her hair off of her face, a light DINK reminding her empty socket still had a knife blade stuck in it…huh. She waltzed on over to Valerie’s victim, using her ‘good’ arm to search for any valubles on his person. “So what’s the story with the lubber in the coat? ” She gestured her head towards The Other, her green, algae ridden hair flopping right back into her face. “…blast.”
 
The Other
 
05:34PM
“Everything is my business,” The Other said, without a hint of jest or irony, at last turning to face the three undead women. “No, I’m not following you around. There’s just nothing else to do right now, so I thought I’d seek out some good company – and guess who else was in the neighborhood.” Now, there was more than a hint of jest of irony in that, as evidenced by the little smirk he was now wearing. His eyes flickered between Valerie and Shiverme, to each of whom he offered a casual wave, as if there weren’t a whimpering man strung up on the wall behind him and a desiccated corpse on the ground at their feet. “Hi. I’m The Other, but if you have a better name for me, feel free to share.” He made sure to meet Janey’s eyes as he said this – before now, she had never asked his name, and he hadn’t had any reason to give it. “I’m here because I’m bored. Hoping you could help me with that.”
 
Janey Belle
 
05:39PM
“I have my own stash of cash. It’s pretty big at the moment, so… Screw it.” A lock of Janey’s ebony hair shot out and reached into the pocket of her ‘John’, yanking out his wallet, and then deposited it in Janey’s hand. She handed it over then to the much more decayed woman. “Here. Go crazy. Max out the debit and credit cards first, then save the cash for later. That’s how you make sure you get the high quality shit first.” She adjusted the straps of her bra to make a point for it, before looking over her shoulder at the Other. “He’s stalking me, is what he’s doing, even if he’s denying it.” Men always came to Janey when they were ‘bored’, always looking for the same thing; her company. It was an inescapable constant in her life, it seemed.
 
Valerie Périer
 
05:41PM
She bit her plump crimson lips as someone went to loot her kill… She was short on cash…
 
Shiverme Tentacles
 
05:45PM
“Hmph. You’d think a lad that thirsty would just buy up some rum. Though if they won’t buy a lass a drink for her trouble I guess they’re too poor to afford a proper ‘quenching’.” The pirate gal gave a yarharr kind of laugh, before noticing that Val seemed…perturbed. “Ah, spose the former wench’s share o the spoils will do then, seein as I had no part in the plunderin.” Greedy as they may be, Shiver knew pissing off folk who eat people was probably a bad idea, so she left that corpse unplundered and yoinked the one Janey offered instead. She stuck the wallet in what remained of her cleavage.
 
The Other
 
05:51PM
The Other only laughed at Janey’s affirmation, despite his statement, that he was stalking her. “Sure, let’s frame it that way.” He didn’t particularly care what they thought of him. He had murdered thousands of people – and one penguin -; at this point, being considered a creep was the least of his worries. Being told he was ‘thirsty’, on the other hand, did annoy him, even if it was a joke. For attention, at a push, yes. For -that-? The young man gave the pirate a blank stare. “…S’not what I meant by ‘help me with that’, but… whatever. I’m just shocked to discover that Janey does things besides kill people and make other people angry.” Once again, he cast a glance at the guy up against the wall. What was she intending? The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to know.
 
Janey Belle
 
05:57PM
“Booze doesn’t solve all manly desires. Sometimes, enough of one vice prevents the fulfillment of another. Like whiskey dick.” She glared at the Other afterward, and then her feet left the ground as she floated back to her victim. Was she being protective of her food? Yes. Was she being protective of her… other business? Most definitely. “Not everyone is angry with me, unfortunately. I haven’t killed you, and if you actually hated me, I’d prefer it. It might mean you’d stay the fuck away from me.” Looking at the vampire, she raised an eyebrow and posed a question. “You still thirsty down there? Because I might let you have a sip of this.” Poor John the Human Guinea Pig sobbed. “Just a sip, since I need him alive. For… at least the next five minutes.”
 
Valerie Périer
 
05:58PM
Valerie leaned back. Against a wall. Merely watching
 
Nevan Rime
 
06:03PM
*A slight frosty breeze is felt by whoever is nearby, the breeze is light, the front door of the blue moon is gently pushed open. A slender man with white hair rustling in that same breeze looks around with bluish gray eyes, a sparkle in which can be seen. He glances around, his hand grips a unexraordinary wooden staff. His feet are bare and his white pants tattered at the ends. His shirt white as well but opened as white tattoo’s are visible up n down his torso. He sizes up whatever is going on in the blue moon and walks towards a stool, leaving an icy veiny like snowflake pattern in each footsteps wake that would quickly dissipate afterward*
 
The Other
 
06:08PM
“You know, if you really want me to go away, I will.” As much as he liked Janey and was intrigued with this whole scenario, The Other didn’t need to be here. Odds were something more interesting was happening, somewhere not here. But he’d stay for now regardless, just out of convenience. He arched an eyebrow upon hearing her offer some of her prey to the vampire, not having expected to see anything generous from her… ever. Thinking back to their first conversation, he recalled some of the things she’d said. Yet here she was, apparently friendly with this vampire streetwalker. Did she have other, actual friends? The Other shifted to look at the drained body on the ground. Really hadn’t messed around, had she? “You still gonna do whatever it is if I stick around?”
 
Janey Belle
 
06:16PM
“I do really want you to go.” She glared at him through seething, half-lidded eyes. “But yes, I’m going to continue on with MY business whether or not your nose is there to be stuck into it. Just know I might lop it off if it gets too close…” She pointed her knife at him warningly, meaning every word. Eyes on her prize again, Janey stuck him in the belly and proceeded to slice him from navel to his neck, uttering a curse at the same time. The dark words hung in the air, and there was a faint sound of distant book pages turning. John the Human Guinea Pig didn’t have enough time to scream, so instead his head just hung forward limply… And yet, he didn’t lose consciousness. Instead, he just… saw the horror that was his own inner anatomy start to spill forth, spilling blood and gore all over Janey who still hung in the air in front of him, who appeared the world’s most scantily clad and passionate butcher in that moment. And then her hands went to work, reaching inside of his body to… start doing something, apparently. What exactly it was? That was up in the air, given her fingers were rather obscured by… flesh and innards. “Hold still for me, baby. Don’t squirm.”
 
The Other
 
06:24PM
“Oof. You’re a scary one, Janey. Have I ever told you that?” His tone part-mocking and part-serious, The Other traipsed up to her anyway and peered over her shoulder, a look of innocent curiosity on his pale, pretty face. He wondered if the dude’s name was actually John, then realized Janey certainly hadn’t cared enough to find out and therefore asking would be pointless. It would probably get on her nerves, though… he was seriously considering doing it anyway, but eventually just decided to be silent and enjoy the show. Some of the blood spattered his face, but he didn’t so much as blink. Keeping his Mind’s Eye closed, just so he could enjoy the visceral scenery with his two real ones.
 
Nevan Rime
 
06:26PM
*Puts a finger to his lips watching altercations between the two. He had never seen…. creatures of this type before. What a gore fest he had thought to himself. No matter though, to each their own, he would not judge. Darkness seems to be their friend…Perhaps a change of scenery would do him justice… With ice plotting in his wake he made his way elsewhere*
 
Shiverme Tentacles
 
06:32PM
Shiver had wandered off, but had returned with a margarita that probably had about a gallon of tequila in it. She needed her tentacles to help her hold it up. “Nice pile o chum ye made there, lass.”
 
Janey Belle
 
06:34PM
“No.” He hadn’t, and she didn’t need to hear it. Fear was a human response to death and destruction, the end of all things. That’s how little they were. She didn’t scare herself, as a result of that… philosophy? It was just how she saw things. She took a few further moments of doing whatever she was doing in the region of the man’s heart, his blood spilling out of his body with haste from her act, but after a few moment, she withdrew. Pressing her knife to her lips, Janey gave it a lick, a kiss, and then uttered another curse. Pressing the blade into the man, she ‘cut’ down his body again, from his chest to his navel… but now, like a zipper, his flesh closed back up, drawing back in what had spilled out, like time itself was rolling back. John the Human Guinea Pig just… gawked at it, and then looked at Janey in wonder– only for her to put both hands on either side of his head and giving it a very quick and effortless twist, snapping his neck. “Done.” The bindings that fastened him to the wall gave away, and he fell to the ground as she backed away, looking down at him. And… nothing.
 
The Other
 
06:39PM
“…Huh. No dice?” The Other looked at the corpse, licking the blood off his cheek. Oh, hey, the pirate had come back. She… she? She. She looked like she might be more inclined to have fun than Janey, who was so viciously standoffish all the time… though that probably had more than a little to do with The Other’s own nasty and obnoxious nature. “Better luck next time, I s’pose.” He walked around her to kneel beside the corpse, poking it to see if the guy might spring back to life with a triumphant, bearlike roar. He hoped it would. “You still gonna eat this, Janey?” He didn’t want it. He didn’t even need to eat people, only doing it at all because it was so over-the-top and made people uncomfortable.
 
Janey Belle
 
06:45PM
“Wait for it.” She lowered herself back down to the ground, and stood there, waiting. The poking did nothing. It was just a dead guy. Noticing the rather old-fashioned undead woman come back, Janey actually gave her something that was ‘like’ a smile; she had no ill will for her fellow undead, even if she was confused at the margarita. “Oh, this is much more than a pile of chum…” And then, there was a cracking noise from the body. “Its an experiment.” John the Dead Human Guinea Pig’s body was wriggling around with such jerking motion that the bones were breaking. And then, all at once, it started to… tear itself apart. Arms and legs pulled themselves off of the body and inched away like worms, the head bounced free and zipped up to the sky, and the body itself burst, with various organs slithering or moving slug-like away at what used to be a unified body. “…That is a partial success. I got something wrong, is all.” She wasn’t perfect; she just looked that way.
 
Shiverme Tentacles
 
06:48PM
Shiverme dinged her hook against the side of her… Now empty glass. Not having to breathe meant she didn’t need to pause for breath inbetween gulps, and she’d been sipping the entire time. Her tentacles now smelled of tequila and lime juice, mixing pleasantly with her salty flesh. “Viva Tequila~ Thas fancy chum that is!”
 
The Other
 
06:50PM
“Oh!” He leapt to his feet, surprised by the sudden movement. Damn, he should have expected that sort of thing, a slight delay in the reanimation. His own necromancy did that sort of thing, didn’t it? Jumpscare value. It seemed the pirate had the right of it: “So now it’s a living pile of chum! Very interesting and fancy, Janey Jane… so what’s it supposed to do?” He looked at her, still wearing that expression of innocence and curiosity. Edgy as he dressed, he could look very inoffensive and cute when he wasn’t sneering or snarling.
 
Janey Belle
 
06:54PM
“…I miss booze.” Janey kind of looked at the empty glass fondly, and sniffed the air. Ah, lime… “Do you… still taste that? And enjoy it? Or is that out of habit?” She was genuinely curious about Shiverme. As for the Other’s answers. She glared at him. Wasn’t he supposed to leave? But clearly he hadn’t. Grr. “…The body shouldn’t tear itself apart, for starters. That’s all I’m saying.” Of course she was tight lipped about what she was doing, especially around him. She didn’t like him, and he was… ‘involved’ or had mentioned wanting to be. What reason did she have talking to someone like that about what she had in mind to do?
 
Shiverme Tentacles
 
06:57PM
“…you mean,… you can’t?” Her tentacles, once lively, drooped sadly. “I mean, I suppose I weasled out of the worst o this undead curse business because I were such a great sport about the whole damnation thing but… Y’ haven’t been pissed since ye died lass?”
 
 
The Other
 
07:06PM
As if sensing the reason for her annoyance, he leered at her. “Didn’t say I’d leave right away, did I? My quest for anti-boredom isn’t quite complete, interesting as seeing Johnny boy explode has been.” Standing up from his kneeling position, The Other extended his hand towards the dead man’s hand, which seemed to be trying to spider away down the alley. “You. Yeah, you. C’mere.” Hesitating for a moment, the pale, meaty hand skittered across the ground to The Other’s feet, scaling his legs and torso before positioning itself on his shoulder. A crawling claw, an oft-overlooked kind of undead frequently used to troll people. “What should I name you, hmm?” He looked to the pirate for help. As naming things went, The Other was terrible at it; case in point, his very own name.
 
Janey Belle
 
07:18PM
“No. I haven’t tried. No…. appetite for it, I think.” If anything, Janey only vaguely missed certain activities. “The only things I eat are the four basic food groups – blood, flesh, brains, and fear. Fear is like sugar; makes everything taste sweeter. Brains are like vegetables, but like the good kind you’d never pass up when they’re cooked right. Flesh is everything else. And blood.” She licked her own bloodied lips. “…I guess blood is a sauce. Or a gravy. But never a broth.” She watched the Other grab one of two potentially wandering hands, and she disapproved. For a moment, a green, evil flame appeared on the tip of her fingers… but she refrained from incinerating the hand that should’ve recognized her, not him, as its mistress. But, she had no use for pieces of dead men, and so withheld her fury from them both. There was no use in it. “If you’re so bored, why not actually do something with yourself other than pursue futile goals? Or is that why you’re bored? All that bullshit you talked about when you first decided to make yourself a metaphorical pain in my neck not go anywhere but down the drain where it belongs, hmm?”
 
The Other
 
07:27PM
“I would be, you know. Unlike you, I haven’t been loitering in back alleys this whole time, eating the dumbest men in all of Consequence. You know that saying, ‘you are what you eat’? Well..” He winced inwardly; he actually wasn’t trying to be such a dick, but the words just kinda came naturally. She brought it out of him even more than usual, with her vitriolic retorts. “Ah, never mind. Anyway, I got a couple of Hellifyno’s prominent rulers to hear my early beta pitch and struck a deal with a primordial – perverted kinda guy, pretty creepy, but powerful and influential. He’ll watch my back, as long as the change I end up bringing is beneficial to both of us.” He gave Janey a roguish smile and a wink. “At this very moment, yours truly is planning- oh, wait, I almost forgot that you don’t care. Silly me.” He really could let it run away from him sometimes. “But yeah. At the moment, things are… in an in-between stage, shall we say. Working on how to proceed from here. In the meantime… let’s you and I talk, hm?”
 
Shiverme Tentacles
 
07:27PM
“…you poor wretched soul…” Shiverme dropped the glass they’d been carrying and slowly lurched their way over to go in for a consoling hug. She did her best to avoid using her hook at least, despite how awkward the tentacles must make it, no matter how platonic they act. “To not have the taste for drink I truly a fate worse than death.” The corpse seemed on the verge of crying out of her one remaining eye, her femur peg leg still wobbling from the shock.
 
Janey Belle
 
07:38PM
“A lion doesn’t become the antelope it eats, dipshit.” Janey saw herself as a predator. The ultimate, unceasing predator in fact, for there was no end to her and no end to her hunger. She saw herself as eating the world into silence before it could make enough noise to take her down. The Other talking out of his ass about how many people had his back sounded all like hogwash and false promises to her, for what purpose did the living of any kind actually serve but their own, and what purpose did they have that didn’t just lead into ruin and death in the end? Sounded to be all in vain in the end. “The last thing I want to do is talk to you.” In fact! Even the awkward moment that was now happening with her being hugged by a strange, maybe drunk pirate-y woman was millions of times more preferred than having the Other talk about delusions of grandeur. “I… I don’t think it is a fate worse than death. There’s no fate worse than death. But, um…” She tried to give Shiverme a pat on the back of her own. “I appreciate the sentiment. But no, I haven’t gotten ‘pissed’ since I died. But…” She tried to slip out of the odd embrace. “Do you really enjoy it?”
 
Shiverme Tentacles
 
07:47PM
“Oh no…it be worse than I feared!” Shiver’s arms and Shannon’s tentacles recoiled in terror! “She be brainwashed by a strange voodoo magic! Who wouldn’t love the potent flavor, the encompassing warmth, and the funny head feelins o liquor?! Sure it takes more booze to warm me than ever on account o havin no stomach but I still try!” The undead scallywench’s face went from one of disbelief to one of the grimmest determination! “Just you wait, Lady o the Bite! Ah’ma find whatever witch doctor cast this hex on ye, shove an anchor straight up his big fuckin arse, and bring ye enough o that famous Ol Spiced to drown all yer sorrows like there’s no tomorrow!” And with that she marched off to a war she would never win, her bony peg leg triumphantly clicking the pavement as she set off to port for her quest!
 
The Other
 
07:52PM
“Fair enough.” The Other hadn’t thought of it as bragging – she’d asked him where the bullshit he’d talked had taken him, and he’d told her, in a few words. It wasn’t a pipe dream after all, it seemed. Even so, Janey had correctly interpreted one thing at least, though couldn’t imagine the scale of The Other’s delusion – a delusion so great, that he’d tricked reality itself into believing it right along with him. “Buhbye, pirate…” He waved forlornly at the receding source of entertainment, before looking back at the zombie girl. “I’m curious… do you dislike me because I’m alive, or because I’m a dick?” Or perhaps both, in which case the insight he was seeking would be lost.
 
Janey Belle
 
08:00PM
There was… not much to say to that. For starters, Janey was fairly sure the ones responsible for her predicament were dead, having killed and/or eaten them herself. And it just wasn’t correct. But, Janey didn’t have the heart to tell her. She did make a note to keep an eye and ear out for talk of this… oddest undead she’d ever met, though. Worse of all, though, she was left in poor company; the Other. He had to ask her a question he should know the answer to, but of course he wouldn’t. Whatever else he was, he was still a man, and men never listened. “Yes.” That was her answer, and it was just a very, very short-worded way of saying ‘Both’. And there was much more than that about him, too. “And you meddle. And you’ve shown to be everything else that I’ve ever hated, which includes the type of guy that just doesn’t know when to stop or just doesn’t want to. But, make no mistake; I don’t ‘dislike’ people that are alive. I hate them.”
 
The Other
 
08:15PM
“That’s also all fair.” The Other smiled; even though he had gotten the answer he hadn’t wanted, he had received the insights he had desired. “You know…” She didn’t care, obviously, but neither did he. “I like you, Janey. A whole lot. So much, in fact, that if I had the option to sprinkle cheeto dust on something you held dear, I probably wouldn’t. Can you imagine?” He grinned broadly and flung his arms wide. “As much as I think your mindset is pitiful and that you’re secretly really sad, I love the degree to which you don’t give a shit. Even I slip sometimes, but, like… you’re so unpleasant, it’s fascinating. It’s like, so bad it’s good. Dunno if that makes sense, but… like, FUCK, Janey, you’re so much fun and also make me want to pull your lungs out through your mouth. It’s just a real special feeling and ohhh…” He was practically fanboying at this point.
 
Janey Belle
 
08:26PM
“…You’re disgusting.” Her face scrunched up as he talked until a look of… disgust? horror? was plastered all over it and she actually recoiled. “You’re like one of those sick fucks that used to beg for me to step on their nut sack with my stilettos, crying and begging and throwing money at me until it was too much to refuse. Well.” She changed her face into a spiteful, furious, intensely rage-filled smile, her eyes burning with the memories, the anger. “Unfortunately for you, I don’t charge for that anymore. But if you get on your knees right now, I’ll pound your boys to dust under my heel, free of charge, if you will promise to never bring your sorry ass in full, partial, or possible view of my eyes.” She was maybe centimeters away from committing genuine, impassioned homicide for the first time in a good while.
 
The Other
 
08:36PM
Conversely, as she spoke, The Other’s eyes lit up, and his smile broadened into a raccoon-fanged grin. This was more delicious than he could ever have imagined. “I STAND CORRECTED,” he hissed, barely managing to through his hysterical giggling. “You-you-you’re SO ANGRY! It’s, it’s, AHAHAHAHAHAFAHAHACK!” Wiping tears away from his eyes, The Other choked back another bout of mad laughter and advanced on her, stalking towards her, claws slowly extending from his fingers. “You know, I don’t quite know what I’ve done to make you THIS mad… but I REALLY hope I can keep doing it, because dammit, you are SO much more attractive when you’re pissed off.” His eyes glowed a horrible, beastly orange as he stared into hers. What a twist – this had been worthwhile after all. Whether she was mocking, annoyed or downright furious, she was just so. Much. FUN.
 
Janey Belle
 
08:42PM
The sound that came out of Janey was at the very threshold of the most frustrated scream of rage that a mortal woman could make and the sound of a bloodlusted beast closing in for a kill, and it came out of her at the same time her features threatened to warp, her teeth almost appearing to strain against her thinly stretched lips as her smile almost wanted to turn into a snarl. But one thing was sure; her hands, which had been clenched into fists, turned into open hands that so desperately wanted to find handfuls of the Other’s flesh that she could rip and tear off of him until he couldn’t laugh at her anymore. How many times had people laughed at her, in her face, to her face, at her, at her actions, at her heart, her mind, her very being? Too. Many. Times. All of that was meant to stop when she died… and yet… No peace. Never any peace for a monster. She came at him hard, swiping, swinging, about as mindless a zombie as she was ever going to be, her hair a storm of darkness behind her, expanding and threatening to consume the alley and bathe it in early night as she clawed at him.
 
The Other
 
08:52PM
When she came, he was ready. Completely ready. He had seen this coming as soon as she’d lost her composure. So when that first swipe came, to tear the flesh from his cheek… he let her. And laughed. And when she rent the muscles of his arms, he laughed. And when she tore open his chest, to reveal the uselessly beating heart within, he laughed still. When his legs and lower torso were devoured by the darkness of her hair, he just chuckled. It was all terribly painful, but she made him laugh more than the pain could have made him scream. And then, The Other descended to an entirely new level of monstrous depravity. As the enraged zombie tore his body to shreds, he phased forwards, pressed his bleeding lips to hers, and murmured in a voice so horrifically sweet and casual that it could easily be described as eldritch:
 
“I love you, Janey.”
 
Janey Belle
 
09:01PM
There was utter satisfaction and bliss to be had in getting to tear an object of your abhorration to shreds, and Janey could revel in it all day. She did it often, in small doses, by just slaughtering people. But rarely was it so explosively right, so good, as digging her claws into this… thing. He’d become a stand-in for all of those things she could never work out, those whispers, those echoes, the shades that tormented her, but just like them, it seemed no matter how hard she fought, he wouldn’t go away. But that didn’t mean she stopped kicking, screaming, and biting. He dared place lips on her? All he’d taste was blood, including his own, as she opened her mouth the chew his face off. If she had to eat his tongue to get him to stop talking, she would. She wanted silence, if at all possible. None of these fake words, words she’d heard too many times, words that always rang hollow in her ears, words that meant nothing after hearing them so many times from so many mouths at the worst of times in her life.
 
The Other
 
09:03PM
Destroyed and devoured, The Other was gone.
 
Janey Belle
 
09:14PM
She was left with a mess. The mess of her own creation, the mess of her own rage… Herself. She was a mess. She’d turned someone into a half-eaten pulp, and it still wasn’t enough. Janey was still screaming, inwardly, outwardly. She was dead; there wasn’t a chemical reaction to blame this on. There wasn’t a physical reaction she could have to what she was feeling, like sobbing, crying tears, or anything. All she had was rage, and it lasted until, her hair wrapping around her, she sprang up into the sky and vanished into the growing darkness… until she could find something else to eat to make her feel better.
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