Masters of Taboo Presents: Cannibalism, Digesting The Human Condition (Limited Edition) by unknow

Author:unknow
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Unearthed Books
Published: 2012-10-20T04:00:00+00:00

Malcolm musters the last of his nerve and spits out, “Sick Motherfuckers!! Don’t you ever listen to the news? There's...uhh…a killer on the loose up here! Nobody's doin' business! They're all too…oohh… scared to go out!"

Ponytail leans in close to Malcolm’s face and spits his cigarette into his good eye. Malcolm grunts from the pain. Ponytail snickers and says, “Maybe your gang should change its name from the “Original Men" to the "Original Chicken Shits!"

Malcolm starts to struggle against Chico and yells, "Fuck you! You don't know nothin'!"

The big blond steps back, rubs his hands together as if to warm them for what is about to come. Chico raises an eyebrow and looks down at the pocket of the pants that Malcolm is wearing. Some secret knowledge is passed between the two “collection” agents. This prompts the blond to say, "Wrong, Asshole! I know two things! First thing is that a debt must be paid. The second thing is..."

Chico tightens his grasp on Malcolm causing the biker to groan with pain. Ponytail then places his hands on either side of Malcolm’s head and begins to squeeze while saying, “That the gun in your pocket won't help you do it!”

Ponytail squeezes Malcolm’s head with such force that the cranial structure of the biker’s head implodes and kills him instantly. Chico, in a smooth motion throws the man down where he lands on the body which has laid there unnoticed till now.

Both Ponytail and Chico look down. Neither seems bothered by this. Ponytail speaks for both when he says, “Hmmm, this city is getting way to violent, Chico. We should think about moving someplace nice…Like Florida. Plenty of opportunities down there these days.”

The men laugh and Ponytail slaps Chico on the back saying, “But I don’t know if you could take all that Cuban cooking my Colombian friend. I know how spicy food affects you.”

Chico looks irritated at the slur, but just keeps silent.

His friend lit another smoke and began to walk out of the alley. Chico followed closely as the blond spoke.

“Speaking of food… This type of job always makes me hungry. Let's go eat. You want Italian, Chico?"

Chico looked up at his partner and said with earnest, “Nah, too spicy, it always gives me the shits."

“Really? That sounds mighty entertaining. Well… Italian it is!"

Chico swallowed hard and mumbled, “Whatever." He said this along with some Spanish epithets.

As they walk away, Charlie decides that getting away from here is the only thing to do. Damn it, he thought, I’m running again! Angry at what is happening to him yet again, he pauses on his way out of the alley. He turns and looks at the corpses. He pushes down his first thought; he would not give in to his weakness for an easy meal. Plus the busy city is not like the dry hills of Afghanistan. He’d be caught for sure here. Instead, he wonders if the corpse on top has anything of value to pawn. Looking around to see if anyone is watching, he starts to rummage in the dead biker’s pockets.

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