Botched Resurrection

Miang: Botched Resurrection

“I’m telling you,” the old man muttered, his voice slowly escalating in volume as he spoke until he was yelling, “it’s a goddamn she demon! A bitch monster that’s just waiting for you in every woman. Every woman you touch! Every woman you love. There’s a fucking monster in there, just waiting to eat you alive!”

He stumbled and fell. Everyone else in the bar looked away; there were scattered sounds of nervous laughter. He stared at the ceiling. His eyes squeezed shut, and as he yelled in outrage tears squeezed out from his eyes. “You think you know her but you don’t know. One day she’s your little girl, your lady wife… whatever… then she’s someone else! And she betrays you— and she destroys you— This evil, this evil… it’s everywhere!”

A strong arm grabbed at his shoulder and lifted him to his feet. “Okay old man. Don’t you think you’ve had enough? It’s time to go.”

“Please believe me.” the old man whined. “Please believe me or it will happen again, and again and again. And again—“ he coughed as he landed on the pavement outside the bar, and looked around him at the abandoned streets. He stood and slowly shuffled away down the street, muttering to himself, occasionally crying out in incomprehensible language.

For hours he wandered the streets, and whenever he saw a woman he wondered if it was her, if it would become her someday. He thought about it, though about just sneaking up on one and breaking her neck or smashing her brains out on the pavement or driving a knife up into her heart or drowning her or holding her by the neck until her face turned black and still or poisoning her food or ripping her guts out or smothering her with a pillow or setting her on fire or… and each would be an act of mercy upon her and everyone she loved, a way to keep her from becoming something she wasn’t.

Then she was there, across the street. Was this a hallucination? A vision? ‘Have I died and gone to hell?’ the old man wondered. ‘Did she kill me?’

She stood across the street, standing in a doorway and waiting for someone to come to the door. One foot tapped impatiently on the concrete as she waited, and the man swallowed as his gaze touched that foot, ran up the calf, ran up the thigh, focused on the junction for a moment, then ran down the other thigh, the other calf, the other foot, then started over again, running across her body like an unfelt stream of water, up her belly, one breast then the other as they gently swayed with her movement, her face, and the goddamn demon bitch’s purple hair and purple eyes. It was then he knew that she had to die. Whether this was her, whether this was truly Miang or not, he didn’t care. To simply resemble her was crime enough. And if it was her, then this would stop here and now.

As she went inside, he walked into the darkness of the alley next to the doorway. No one watching would have suspected that this man had been falling down drunk only a few minutes before, and with quiet surety he took his place, and prepared his ambush. His mind was full of certainty, a hazy blood red fog of certainty. As he waited he slowly hummed himself a tune that he had sung to his daughter long ago, when she had lain innocent in her crib, and once more the tears ran down his face, and he grimaced in grim and joyous anticipation, and wondered how he had come here...

He woke up to the sound of the door opening. He saw the square-cut light of the doorway, and the woman’s slender form projected in darkness against it. It seemed appropriate. The square disappeared with the sound of a door shutting, and he heard her footsteps tap past him down the street. He slid out of the shadows silently and started to approach her from behind, matching the timing of his footsteps to hers but covering more ground with longer legs.

Suddenly she stopped. He stumbled a little, his misplaced footstep ringing out loud and clear in the gentle night breeze, and with a quick look behind her she began to run. She was fast, and much younger than the man, and his breath blew harsh out his lungs as he chased after her. The feeling of being certain that he would never catch her, that she would get away and ravage the souls of countless men and children and women, the certainty that she was eternal and he was almost dead, it almost stopped him, almost just killed him then. He was certain she would escape. But she stumbled on an invisible crack in the concrete, slowed just enough for him to reach out and catch her sleeve, and instead of pulling ahead of him her feet slid out from under her. He held her upper body back by the cloth, shredding her clothes open and revealing one pale breast as her jaw slammed into the concrete with a loud wet crunch, spraying teeth and blood in a thick spattered arc across the pavement as she bit off the tip of her tongue.

She wasn’t moving. She lay face down on the pavement, bleeding from her crushed jaw and nose, breathing slowly, completely unconscious. The sound of her breath, blocked by flesh and blood and mucus, sounded almost like the snoring of a peaceful slumberer. The man picked her up and looked uncertainly around, then walked into the alley he had come from.

*****

“Do you remember me?” a man’s voice, asking her from the darkness.

“Whuh—“ she muttered, slowly fluttering her eyes open. The fist slammed up into her belly, and with a sick coughing sound she retched the contents of her stomach on the floor; vomit, streaks of blood, and teeth she had swallowed while she was unconscious spattering in thick clumps down between her breasts and onto the cold stone floor under her feet.

“You deserve everything,” he said. “Everything.” She screamed in pain, barely able to understand what was going on, as fingers roughly tore up into her cunt and yanked back, pulling her off of her feet. Her weight fell upon her shoulders, and cartilage ripped with a wet pop as they shifted in their sockets. Her scream cut off as he punched her in the gut again, angling upwards and knocking the wind out of her.

“I think I’ve got you figured out,” he said, reaching up to cut the rope that held her hands above her head. Miang fell heavy to the floor, her hip grating with a quiet crunch as she fell, unable to defend herself from gravity with her bound and damaged arms. “When you die, you just find some other poor bitch and turn her into you.” She drew breath again with a wet sucking noise, then coughed as she inhaled blood. “Give her your hair, your eyes, your twisted fucking soul.” He paused, and for a little while the only sound in the room was of her lying on the floor, quietly sobbing to herself. “So I guess just killing you isn’t enough.” He dropped his heel down onto the side of her knee, and she screamed as the bones shifted, parted, as the kneecap snapped and her calf twisted subtly, wrongly, to the side. “I wonder how much pain it will take to turn you into a gibbering child, a slobbering half wit of a monster. I know you know, because I know you’ve ruined so, so many lives.” He heard the quiet hissing liquid sound, and a moment later he saw she’d lost control of her bladder and was now lying in a pool of her piss. He gazed upon her with no tenderness, no mercy, no recognition as a human. “I know you know exactly how much torment it will take to snap you like a twig, to make your evil twisted soul break and become harmless. Useless”

He sat on her leg, grating the jagged ends of bone that stuck out of her flesh against the floor as she screamed and screamed and screamed… Wrinkled his nose at the smell of her piss on the floor, but savored the feel of the smooth skin of her thighs against him, against his naked ass and prick. He picked up her lower leg, extended muscles and tendons resisting weirdly and unpredictably. The tendons were stretched out unnaturally, and her toes curled into a tight little ball at the end of her feet, and the only way they would relax was when he jammed the shattered ends of her bones back together, eliciting more harsh screams and sending her toes into strange spasms which he watched, fascinated. “You control these bodies like marionettes,” he mused, tickling the sole of her foot, and despite herself agonized and bloody giggles forced their way from her trembling frame. “But when the strings break, I guess you break too.” Her toes twisted easily between his teeth, each one a little popping crunch of a different tone accompanied by its very own scream of agony, and as they blackened into little bubbles of blood and shattered bone he chewed, yanked with his teeth, tearing away toenails and chunks of bloody meat, then turning around and spitting them into her wailing face.

Little pieces of blood and flesh and bone and nail stuck to her face. Her mouth opened in a long and lopsided wailing scream. The ruby-red gaps in the gums where Miang’s teeth used to be were clearly visible, and her tears mixed with blood and ran down her face. He grabbed her purple hair and forced himself down her throat, silencing her screams with cock as he brutally raped her face, tearing out ragged clumps of her hair. Strands of bloody vomit exploded out her nose and around his prick, dripping down onto her milky pale tits spasming with her quivering chest fighting for breath. As he ripped himself from her throat she made harsh desperate squawking inhaling sounds, inhuman sounds which cut off abruptly as he drove in once more. Her face was purpling from lack of oxygen, her eyes rimmed red from constant tears. Her toothless gums clamped against him, desperate, trying to bite with defanged jaws to save her life. He twitched, ripping more of her hair out as he slammed her face into his crotch, bypassing her haplessly twitching larynx to spray his seed into her spasming lungs. Miang’s reddened purple eyes bugged out, looking up at him, silently pleading in agony, and as her lids flicked over her eyes rapidly, her trachea spasming to milk the last few drops of semen away from him, he released her hair and let her fall away from him.

She fell on her back, coughing up a fountain of thick and bloody sperm. It spattered on the floor around her, dribbled down her purpled lips as her natural color slowly returned. She feebly twitched in a pool of her piss and bloody vomit, hoarse pants and sobs of agony escaping her damaged throat with each breath. He stood above her, his prick dripping gobs of puke and spit. “I was afraid I might have killed you too soon monster.” He said, as he slowly relaxed and a halting, hesitant stream of piss hit her smashed-in face. Her quiet and hoarse groans of despair turned into wet gurgles, then coughs, as her mouth and eyes filled with sticky acidic urine. He washed away the cum, the blood, the tears, and slicked her hair back with filth. “Are you dead inside yet? Are you a broken toy? Just tell me when your soul flickers out. Though, demon, I’m not sure if you can talk any more.” Miang groaned softly in response then, when he kicked her once more in the belly, curled into a fetal position, coughing up more semen and blood.

“You’ve made a mess!” He screamed, his own face purpling now. “A mess of the floor!” He gestured at the slick puddle of filth she lay in. “A mess of the world!” He grabbed her hair again, ignoring her pitiful wordless sobs. “You don’t even know. You don’t know! You’ve never really felt what it’s like to be on the receiving end,” he said quietly, tears running down his face, and now he was sobbing too. She knelt, held up by his iron grip on her hair, and cried. “How dare you cry!” He screamed, slamming her face into the floor. Her nose collapsed with a bloody crunch, skin over cartilage accordioning like rubber, blood spraying from both nostrils and across the floor underneath her. He rubbed her face up and down in the slick vomitous mess. “This is the filth you’ve made! Eat it you monster bitch! Eat it! Eat it! Eat it or I swear I will hurt you…” Her hesitant, semi-amputated tongue scraped the dirty floor with its scabby tip, taking small mouthfuls of piss and vomit and semen. Sobbing, she swallowed, then took another mouthful and swallowed. She coughed, then whimpered hoarsely, then licked the filthy floor again, lapping up another streak of vomit. She almost vomited it all back up at the sick squelching noise as he dug his prick viciously up into her asshole.

Blood ran down both of their thighs in thin trickles, and his fingers dug bruised gouges into Miang’s hips as he pulled her into him over and over again, his balls slapping into her bleeding cunt, scraping her face into the cold stone floor covered in her slick filth. The skin on her face, her shoulders, her breasts began to abrade away on the rough surface of the floor, leaving bloody smears along the path described by her body as he brutally sodomized her. He spit on her pale back, drove brutal punches up into her kidneys. With each brutal blow her ravaged asshole twitched, caressing his prick, and she cried piteously. He leaned over her and bit deeply into her left shoulder, reaching under her and tearing and twisting at her tits with his hands as he kept thrusting into her bleeding ass, the pale flesh of her breasts reddening in harsh marks that would become bruises in an hour or two if she lived that long. He bit her again and again, violated her again and again, tore at her tits as she quietly mewled through her damaged throat in despair beneath him. As he stiffened, painting her bowels with his semen, he ripped his head back, tearing a long bloody strip of flesh away from her back, clawing bloody streaks into her breasts with his fingernails. Spitting out the ragged flap of flesh he’d flayed from her, he stood up and with a quiet fleshy pop pulled his shit covered prick from her ruined asshole. Gobs of semen and bloody shit fell onto the floor with quiet plopping noises, unrestricted by her shredded sphincter.

“You’ve made another mess, monster…” “Guhh… No— noooo…”

Her skull bounced off of the concrete with a crack like a rifle shot as he forced her ravaged mouth into the pile of shit and cum on the floor, silencing her protests with a mouthful of fetid waste. “It’s not enough!” he screamed at Miang, her tears running down from red-rimmed eyes and down the in a pile of bloody feces she lay in. As he ground her face into the filth with his right hand, his left scraped the inside of her thigh and spread her open. Her foot flopped limply in the air, her swollen and purple haired cunt was exposed and vulnerable. He could only vaguely hear the sound of her grunting through the shit in her mouth as his knee rose, slamming into her crotch with a dull thud. He hit her again, then again, the muscles of her cunt spasming with each malicious blow and squirting blood into the air and across the floor. Bloody piss dripped from her urethra, her bladder ruptured, and kept flowing until it was just blood and ran down her white belly and between her breasts, eventually meeting the pile of shit she was being forced to swallow. Releasing her hair and thigh, he reached between her legs with both hands. He dug his index fingers into her bloody and twitching snatch, and one by one pushed more fingers into her. As he pushed harder and harder, he pushed her across the floor, leaving streaks of blood and shit and vomit and cum behind as she went, until with another sickening crack her head slammed into the base of the wall.

He had eight fingers in her. The muscles and veins of his arms stood out starkly against his skin, glistening with sweat. For a moment nothing happened. Then Miang’s flesh gave way, and her cunt ripped open into strips of bloody skin and muscle, torn straight down the center. Amidst the torn and ruined meat that had been Miang’s genitals, he saw a small puckered button of mucus and flesh, her cervix exposed to the air. Holding her lower half up by one ravaged flap of cunt, he pushed through the resisting ring and into her uterus with one finger then another, scraping at the insides of her womb with his fingernails in agonized glee. High pitched wet coughing noises wafted up from her filthy face along with the smell of shit and piss and stale sweat. He pulled his fist from her mutilated womb with a wet popping noise, specks of blood spraying from the remains of her uterus and over his face. He let her legs fall once more to the ground, blood pooled thickly underneath her. Her limbs twitched spastically, her brain sending random signals of obscene degradation and agony as she began to bleed to death from the massive hemorrhage that was the remains of her cunt.

“You can’t die yet!” he screamed, grabbing her hair to pull her face from the pile of shit and blood. “I think I finally got it right this time!” When he pulled back on Miang’s hair, her scalp pulled away from glinting white skull with a squeal of tearing skin As the skin peeled away, he saw a jagged hole in the bloody bone, pushed in by the impact of her head against the wall. Between the plates of broken bone atop her skull he saw the faintest pulse of pink. He crawled back on top of her cooling body, and as he did so he could faintly feel her rasping breathing as life slowly left her. After pushing her bloody red and purple scalp up, between her legs, through her torn-open vagina and into her ruptured uterus, he prodded at the opening in her skull with his fingers and was gratified as it gave way, opening a path to the mucus soaked jelly meats of her mind. Before the thought was even completed he was there, forcing his shit-covered cock through the hole, raping apart whatever had survived the torture. As he thrust into her brain, chunks of gray matter overflowed and dripped down around his prick. He grabbed her face with both hands, using her nose and mouth and eyes as handles with which to fuck her mind away. He sawed her head back and forth, fingers digging into her purple eyes and crushing them in her skull, tearing more teeth from her ruptured jaw. Her ears began to flop loosely to the sides, no longer attached to her skull by scalp, and as he mercilessly tore her head back and forth her vertebrae began to rupture. He pulled his prick from her brain and, with a savage scream, twisted her head completely around until she was facing him.

There was no face left. There were just three bloody holes in a pile of shit covered meat. He fucked each one in turn, pushing aside the remains of eyes and teeth with his avenging cock. He knew that this host was dead, but he kept raping it anyway, partly because a part of him hoped that somewhere, sometime, she was still feeling this torment— But mostly because she was just so so so so beautiful.

*****

The police were able to deduce that the old man they found, a once rich and successful man who had ended up in abject poverty under mysterious circumstances, was most likely the serial killer who had been systematically raping and murdering women all across the city. No one connected the pair of corpses with the plague, and no one understood the epidemic. For no reason, all over the world, one by one, women with no apparent history of mental illness would collapse into shuddering fetal balls, crying pitifully for hours, unresponsive to anyone. If anyone touched them they’d shriek and try to crawl away. Then, by pills or razor or noose, they would each die within a few days. One by one women died, a plague of suicides scattering across the world. The plague was bizarre, unpredictable. It never struck more than one woman at a time. There was no connection between the women it struck. And, strangest of all, when they went insane their hair and eye color always changed, always changed to purple.