The Great End.

The violent snap of bones woke her from her slumber. As a force of habit, she pushed the strands of hair dead, ebony hair from her face before leaving her nest of concrete. Sluggishly she shuffled along the narrow alley way, out into the light of the parking lot. The beam of a spot light made her wrinkle her nose in disgust, the light having shone directly into her hazy eyes making them sting and water.

An all too familiar odour filled the air around her; Death with a hit of melancholy. It hit the back of her nose and tasted of festering meat. She retreated back an inch into the shadows of the alley, gently she rested her hand against the coarse wall beside her and focused on the rough texture nipping at the tips of her fingers.

Another crack echoed then a sickly, wet chomp. As she peered around the corner her eyes came to rest upon the culprit who had roused her from her sleep.

It towered over her, even when hunkered, it’s scrawny knees were pulled up against its chest and it’s spine jutted from it’s coagulated, gray back. Each little fragment of the long bone could be seen in the finest detail. She could just about see the top of it’s head, long dead strands of dark hair lay down it’s back and along it’s shoulder blades. ‘It’ became a ‘he’ as she noticed the large genitals swigging between his thighs. But he wasn’t human not was he animal. He bit and tore into his victim with large talons and with, what she could only imagine, were needle sharp teeth. From behind she could plainly see the blood collecting beneath his large feet. It was coated and mixed with droplets of sallow saliva and bile.

Quietly she stood, motionless and in awe. What a wonderful creature.

His head jolted up into the air, his skull flopped backwards so far that she could make out the fetid features of his face. His eyes were sunken into murky skin and were clouded with a layer of film. His cheeks jutted unhealthy and his mouth and hollow nose were caked in blood.

He turned slowly on his feet. His head made a wet snap as it fell forward and snapped back into it’s socket.
She took a step towards him, feeling not an ounce of fear.

He knew.

Still hunched, with liquid dripping from his jaw, he staggered forward. His long arms went below his knees, his calloused knuckles almost grazed the concrete and his fingers beat up to touch his wrists. His expression was dead; retarded and dangerous.

She skipped to him and stood, gazing at his eyes. He grunted and she laughed. She felt no fear and this confused him greatly. A killing monster only knew fear; what was this?

Ambitiously she wrapped a hand around two of his bloody fingers. She never once took her eyes from him. This was the girl he had been waiting for since before time, before ‘God’ and before existence of anything other than hell. She was his captor. A wonderful, homicidal woman to lead him to his meals, meals with meaning. Revenge was sweet and she knew it.

Like flesh for his statistic bones.

Once, she tugged him forward and he obeyed, shuffling after her through the dark streets.

Finally; The endless had arrived.