Friday, June 25, 2010

Dead Rite chapter 11.01

Chapter 11

Anna's corpse shuddered as the demon possessed it then bent almost double and vomited a stream off egg-coloured fluid which formed a pool across the floor, forcing both Jasfoup and Amanda to step back, despite the latter having no physical form.

"I say!" Jasfoup was relieved the pool was at least small enough to step over. "Whatever's all this stuff?"

The Amanda-that-wasn't-Amanda-any-more straightened, a slow smile spreading across its face as the iris re-coloured. "Bile, mucus, poisons, fats. Everything in this body that doesn't belong."

"Except you, apparently."

"Except me." The demon smiled. "But who is to say I should not be here? Who can question the whims of destiny?"

"Me, actually." Jasfoup released the single button to open his jacket. "I have something her that will counter the argument very well."

"Oh? Some biblical statute, perhaps, preventing the occupation of a corpse by a disembodied spirit? To be fair, that would be inadmissible in court since that's exactly what your lady friend was doing."

"Nothing so subtle, I'm afraid." Jasfoup pulled out his flaming sword. "I thought I'd just lop your head off and send you back to Hell."

"I'd rather you didn't." The Amanda-demon took a step backwards. Besides, you're bluffing. If you intended such an action you'd have done it without a warning." He/she/it gestured toward the ghost at Jasfoup's side. "I can tell by her face. You've been trying to help her regain control of her corpse. Well let me tell you: she didn't do a very good job of it. It's already deteriorated almost to the point of no return."

Jasfoup slumped. "You're right of course. I was hoping to drive you out so she could step in again."

"Heaven knows why." The Amanda-demon brushed imaginary specks of dust from its shoulders. "The digestive system is shot to pieces and parts of the long-term memory are entirely gone. Someone wasn't keeping the blood pumping, were they?"

"I did try to tell her." Jasfoup put his sword away. "Will you be able to fix it?"

"Fix it? Fix it?" Amanda-demon shook its head. "This isn't a broken radiator pipe, you know. This is a complex, organic machine." It studied the gash Amanda had made on the biceps. "It's not very well sewn, is it?"

Jasfoup huffed. "It's a passable job. Few surgeons would do better."

"Few surgeons would have used a blanket stitch."

4 comments:

aims said...

Dammit! That's going to leave a scar!

Leatherdykeuk said...

Scars can be quite attractive.

stephanie said...

Damn. Even the bad guys are almost likable. ;)

Anna's corpse Amanda?

Leatherdykeuk said...

Thank you, and for the spot.