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[trayofducklings]

Nothing but Sticks and Stones [Closed]

               Jay looked at the corpses surrounding the building. There were only three, by the looks of it. She had been quick in the kills outside but he could still hear the screams of someone inside. He decided that his time was better spent dragging the bodies into a pile and setting them on fire. Yes, that would be more productive. Then he’d bury them. It sounded like a plan.

                 Within the building, few bodies lay dead around the woman who was straddling a man. His hands and feet pinned deep into the cement by translucent blades. His face was dipping in sweat and contorted in agony. Spit dripped down the side of his mouth from the screaming.

The woman atop had a firm hand on his stomach, feeling the dripping blood and pushing into any wound she could. He begged to her in a different language, to which she shined a devilish smirk to. Another blade hovered over her right hand and she swayed it gently back and forth over the man’s bleeding gut.

“She begged and begged for you to stop,” she said through almost gritted teeth in his language. “But all you did was continue on, and on, and on. You couldn’t even hear her anymore, could you?” With the swipe of her arm across his chest, the blade sliced his skin and he wailed. Her body jolted up as he tried to push her off, but the blades were far too deep and kept him in place. She giggled at his attempts, pushing on her knees to stand over him.

“When you wouldn’t cease, she begged to her god to be saved. She begged to her god for help and for an end to her suffering.”

“And you think you are that god?!” he said tauntingly in his language. “You are nothing more than a murderer! You are crazy! God will not save you anymore than that girl after this! You will pay!”

She watched the man laugh at her and she began to laugh with him. This stopped him immediately and all he could do was watch her. Watch as she lifted her arms over her head and form a large blade between them. He inhaled sharply as she gave a heart stopping smile that froze him in place.

“The other side is going to welcome you,” she said smugly, leaning the blade back. “Give them my regards in sending you home so late.” The blade sliced down to his chest and he let out a shrill. It continued with every drive of the blade she made into his torso. She would not give him the peace of a blade to his skull.

 Jay watched the bodies burn as a shrill swept through the building. He looked over his shoulder once they stopped and let a sigh escape his mouth. He took out a cigarette and lighter from his jacket’s chest pocket. Placing the roll in his mouth, he lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply, letting out the smoke slowly; enjoying the small joy in his life. “Thank God, the witch is done.”

                 She stood over his body, huffing to catch her breath. No blades were present on him now. She looked herself over, seeing the blood that had splattered over her body and clothes. What a mess, she thought.  She looked to the mutilated body beneath her and smiled at her own work. “Good job me,” she said supportively, walking over to another corpse to take their shirt. It wasn’t too bloodied up from when she cut their arms off, so that was good. At least the back wasn’t. She ripped that part off and used it to clean the blood off her face and anywhere else on her skin it had managed to get to. Yes. Today was looking to be quite a good day.

“Jay! You’re going to need a shovel for this one!”

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Ghost Tracks and Wrenches [Closed]

     It had become late since the last train passed by and she’d turned off the radio on her shoulder once her shadow disappeared from beneath her feet. The only sound around her was that of the crackling wood under the weight of the fire, crickets and the occasional coyote.

It had been very fortunate to come across an abandoned platform while traveling on the train tracks that late in the day. Not surprising it was abandoned, though. It was in the middle of nowhere! How did passengers even get there? Perhaps in the same manner she found it. Following the tracks to somewhere. Anywhere. Looks like it hadn’t been used by travelers in ages. The lamppost was dead. Not even a flicker here and there. Just dead. Leaves and plant life was scatter atop the platform. The only wooden bench to sit on had rotted away to time. Still, a fortunate find.

Looking out towards the wilderness, Gear began to recall a story her grandfather had told her several times. Though abandoned stations may seem abandoned, there is always a train that passes by it to pick up the passengers who are seemingly forgotten. A supposed ghost train. The thought made her smile. What kind of gears did the ghostly train use, she wondered. Maybe it didn’t use any at all. How amazing that would be! A laugh escaped her mouth, excited just at the thought of something so amazing. But enough of those thoughts.

Sleep was calling and there was no clue how long of a walk it was to the next town. Putting her hair up into a bun, she squirmed into the sleeping bag, gladly letting sleep take the rest of the night watch.