Taber Leveret

(You can skip it if you dont like the Taber stuff, John. And Deanna he kills a lot of rodents, so you may want to skip it too)

Sunset, four hours before Randy, Mira and Bonita entered the dark district.

I scurried desperately into the chamber of corpses in horrendous pain. It was more agonizing than I have ever had to endure before. My stomach twisted about, as if it were a rag being rung. My skin itched maliciously to such a degree that every nerve burnt and stung. The grafted skin around my blade was terribly agitated and all my muscles screamed out with piercing pain.

I dug through the pile trying to find some sort of comfort from my pain, but all was cold and dry. I stampeded through the leaky hallways trying to find a rat, or a stray cat to temporarily appease my pain. No animal graced my eyesight, but I could hear them pattering through the walls. No mere man could ever hear their pattering through twelve inch thick stone work, but I could. I could hear every squeak; I could hear every drop of dung, I could hear every footstep that those miserable little animals made. It was torture; I could hear them so loudly, but I could not reach them to quench my thirst.

I followed the damp sewer way until I came to a small breach in the stone where someone at sometime had patched the hole with heavy wood. The wood was now rotted through, and I could actually see my little neighbors rushing by the small visible slits. I smashed my hand through the wood and observed as rats poured out of the opening. I quickly scooped up a small rat and swallowed it whole. It did not pacify me at the slightest. I snatched up several others and quickly devoured them as well, but they could not ease my pain. The rats were not warm enough. I furiously kicked the scattering pile with my altered foot, and rampaged about with my barbed sword.

My pain was somewhat relaxed or eased by my unleashed energy, but it was a quick relief. I was soon back to my bath of pain.

I looked up through a grate longingly for the freedom of the outside, but it was still daylight. I tempted the thought of venturing out anyway, but I soon rationalized that my pain was not yet that extreme.

I sat down on the pile of dead rats that lay strewn about my feet. I contemplated new ways by which I could acquire human prey, while I attempted to push past my animal body and mind. I recalled on how the wooden patchwork had so easily deposited so many little neighbors. I looked above me at the rotting wood baseboards were people would soon be walking when they broke from their heavy hangovers. I put my hooked foot in the hole I had broken and poked the ceiling with my metallic hand. The wood was soft and easy to cut… or break.

(Yeah... kinda incomplete, but I am goin someplace with this. Lots of love to all my friends who read this)