The Insatiable

“You’re the one I need, You are my home!”, said Alice and flopped down in the middle of the puddle where the man’s body was lying. The falling raindrops hammered loudly, sometimes painfully striking her but she felt nothing, she just held her lover’s limp body tight. Her tears were lost among the water droplets rolling down her face; the throbbing ruthlessness of pain could only be seen in her distorted countenance. How could they do this to her? How can life be so cruel that the angel that was given to her was now taken back? What is this if not a sadist’s giant fist that clutches her heart in the depths of her chest and with a mocking smile on his face, ruthlessly plays with her as he pleases? Who does he think he is that he can just take her love away from her any time he feels like it? She picked up the gun lying on the ground; her hand wavering under its weight. She slowly lifted it in front of her, placed her left hand under it and pointed it at the figure standing in front of her.

“But that’s what you wanted”, said the voice, but everything has been blurred for her. The words were just like quiet humming, the woman in front of her looked like a dark shadow, a creature that doesn`t belong in this dimension. Only one thought swirled and throbbed inside her mind like wild ocean waves crashing against a rock: Kill her!

Alice tilting her head slightly to one side, rose from the ground. Her hair stuck to her face, her white, tightly-fitted dress, was now revealing from the wetness, under which she was wearing laced panties. Her eyes slid over the thin female figure, standing in front of her; the woman stepped closer, until the barrel of the gun pressed against her own chest. She ran her fingers over the girl’s face, leaned closer, kissed her softly and whispered in her ear. “It was worth every minute”, she said and another bang woke up the neighborhood from dreams.

She looked down at the bodies lying on the ground, carefully wiped off the gun and placed it next to the corpses. She sighed heavily like someone who can finally breathe after a long endeavor. She then looked at the man appearing on the other side of the street. She slowly got up and walked to him. Her face showed agony again; her eyes became innocent and weary.

“Please, help!” She shouted and grabbed the stranger’s hand. “They shot each other.”

“And are you all right?” asked the man by that time allowing Alice to nestle herself against his neck.

“I’ll be fine”, she whispered, and gazed at the piece of glass lying on the ground. Her eyes flashed with desire, which had grown to be more and more powerful.