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“It’s yer own fault.” Rufus said matter of factly. Because it was. Damn girl paid too much attention to playing with her dolls and slicin’ up whoever they got chained in the basement without remembering to take care of herself. One time he’d walked in on her doubled over in a pile of muck and gore out back- not from any stragglers knocking her on her ass, but from sheer exhaustion.

It was annoying. So fuckin’ annoying.

“Gonna take time to get this ready. The way the meat’s up it’s gonna have to be shoved in a slow cooker for a roast.....” 

It was all tough. The muscle was too stringy to be anything other than a pot roast. All the best cuts had been pulverized into nothing by that string bean bitch what lived down the hall from him.

“Go in the fridge an’ getcha some lunchmeat out.”

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“Won’t let anybody in cause’ there’s no food.” Rufus grunts. The blade in his right hand starts to trim some meat from a thigh. Most of it was unusable there, either from it being fat or the general wear on the body. Otis really fucked this one up.

“Less you wanna gnaw on a bone like a dog yee shit outta luck, girl.”

Baby groans and rolls her eyes, “That dog better watch it. I’m about hungry enough to start gnawin’ on him.” She rests her golden head in her hand and watches quietly for a minute as her brother works at the carcass. She could easily fall into a kind of trance, this way, watching his knife separate meat from bone. 

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“That ol’ pantload?” 

Poor fucker was a loner. Not like him- he was just too annoying to be around. Anytime they walked in he was nothing but smiles and nonstop talking and held stares at his sisters ass.

“You really givin’ up that quick?”

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It had been her idea.

Rufus had at least twenty other things he’d rather be doing tonight. Watch the game. Drink some beer. Catch up with some friends.

Well, that last one was a lie. A dirty, disgusting little fib on his part. He didn’t have any friends. Not outside the family, at least. Even the guys down at the shop were put off by him. Apparently being seven foot tall and built like a brick shithouse made you intimidating.

He guessed there really wasn’t anything better to do. Shit.

“Mean… What d’ya want from me? Pull a rabbit outta my ass like a damn magician?”

She was right. This was boring as hell. But he wouldn’t let her know that.

The image conjured up by her brother’s words is enough to set off a little (by Baby’s standards) string of giggles, “Yeah, man. Gimme front row tickets t’ see that shit-!” Still, she reaches over and gives his arm a shove for being an asshole, even if it did make her laugh.

“Fuck it. Let’s go see Goober.”

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“Won’t let anybody in cause’ there’s no food.” Rufus grunts. The blade in his right hand starts to trim some meat from a thigh. Most of it was unusable there, either from it being fat or the general wear on the body. Otis really fucked this one up.

“Less you wanna gnaw on a bone like a dog yee shit outta luck, girl.”

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“What!?” She echoes back, brattily, “GOD! Why d’ you have to be such a GROUCH all the time??” But she reigns it in, takes a step back and crosses her arms over her chest, defensively. She wants something, after all, so she’ll do her best to play nice, “I was just comin’ to see if you were done, is all. C’mon, I’m STARVING an’ mama won’t let anyone into the kitchen…” Not even sweet Tiny, who Baby had tried to send in for snacks, earlier.

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CHEWS GUM LOUDLY IN HIS EAR

Of all the damn fuckin’-

“WHAT?” He barks. Of all the times she could pick to wanna fuck around, it was now. When he was chest deep into a corpse he was trying to salvage for supper. 

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as if on cue, the front door swung open. James entered. Rufus’ old ratty flannel was practically hanging off him. There were bits of.... Whatever it was, Rufus didn’t want to dwell on. He’d have to strip the damn thing if he ever even hoped of seeing that clean again.

“Yer’ late.” Rufus’ sounded stern, almost, but the smile he cracked betrayed his relief. James looked up at him and blinked. Smiled wide. 

Rufus could see a bit of gristle stuck between his teeth.

“Well hell,  you think of a quicker way to dump a car let me know.” He plopped onto the couch next to Rufus, practically stretching out onto him like he was a damn pillow. “Sorry to keep you waitin’ hun.”

“It’s rude.” “Rude?”

“Got a guest here tonight and you wanna keep er’ waitin’.”

James looked up from RJ’s chest for the first time since plopping down. Scout, head in her plate, made him feel like a dick.

“Fuck’s my manners, kid!” James exclaimed. Shit, family too. How rude. “I got sidetracked.”

The farmland they owned stretched on for acres. it was easy for something to get misplaced in all this mess.

“Oh shit- This one’s still twitchin’.”

Something as blatant as human life seemed sorr of careless, though. Rufus prodded the body with his boot, trying to see just how much was left of the body.

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“Oh he’ll be fine.” Rufus snorted, flicking the tv to a new channel. “He’s just out gettin’ food.”

It was a little late. Asshole was keepin’ him waitin’.

“I don’t mind.” Rufus added, “Nowhere near the worst eater in this house.”

The farmland they owned stretched on for acres. it was easy for something to get misplaced in all this mess.

“Oh shit- This one’s still twitchin’.”

Something as blatant as human life seemed sorr of careless, though. Rufus prodded the body with his boot, trying to see just how much was left of the body.

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“Ghouls” was one way to put it. Old experiments of the doctor, left to rot and wallow in their own shit below the earth as mindless drones for his own will. It was... Odd, watching them. Off putting. They never did nothing to the family but it was still uncomfortable to say the least.

Thank god James wasn’t like that. Speaking of....

“I’m waitin’ for James to get back.” Rufus mumbled as the TV switched to commercial. “Got no clue what he’s gettin’ into but it’d feel bad bout’ eatin’ without him.”

The farmland they owned stretched on for acres. it was easy for something to get misplaced in all this mess.

“Oh shit- This one’s still twitchin’.”

Something as blatant as human life seemed sorr of careless, though. Rufus prodded the body with his boot, trying to see just how much was left of the body.

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“Don’t forget Tiny.”

His family attracted nut jobs, but at the very least this one had manners.

“Now... Clean all this up. Don’t wanna watch em’ rot for the next month.”

The farmland they owned stretched on for acres. it was easy for something to get misplaced in all this mess.

“Oh shit- This one’s still twitchin’.”

Something as blatant as human life seemed sorr of careless, though. Rufus prodded the body with his boot, trying to see just how much was left of the body.

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“Otis is a fuckin’ primadonna queen who hitched a ride in with the clown one day and been leechin’ off us since.” Rufus hacked a loogie onto the muddled up body below him. Shit, girl’s got some issues.

“You different though.” Rufus grunted. “You can carry some slack round’ here. He just sit’s in his room n’ bitches. Can’t even use this for meat. Good god.”

The farmland they owned stretched on for acres. it was easy for something to get misplaced in all this mess.

“Oh shit- This one’s still twitchin’.”

Something as blatant as human life seemed sorr of careless, though. Rufus prodded the body with his boot, trying to see just how much was left of the body.

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It looked like they’d done a number on it to begin with- sure, the body had life to some extent. It was twitchin’. Looked like it was breathin’. But as Rufus turned the body over with his boot, he saw the face was a jumbled, garish mess of muscle and blood.

“Christ on a bike...”

Otis was always the one who never finished his kills. Baby was usually good about this sorta thing- and to be fair he hadn’t seen scout enough to really get a feel on her. For whatever it was worth, she seemed responsible enough if she wanted to at least clean up. This had Otis’s half assed stink all over it.

“Be my guest. Ain’t like he’s got a lot keepin’ em’ here to begin with.”

The farmland they owned stretched on for acres. it was easy for something to get misplaced in all this mess.

“Oh shit- This one’s still twitchin’.”

Something as blatant as human life seemed sorr of careless, though. Rufus prodded the body with his boot, trying to see just how much was left of the body.

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The farmland they owned stretched on for acres. it was easy for something to get misplaced in all this mess.

“Oh shit- This one’s still twitchin’.”

Something as blatant as human life seemed sorr of careless, though. Rufus prodded the body with his boot, trying to see just how much was left of the body.

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DEATH BED: THE BED THAT EATS (George Barry, 1977)

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“I could be a wolf for you. I could put my teeth on your throat. I could growl. I could eat you whole. I could wait for you in the dark. I could howl against your hair.”

— Catherynne M. Valente, from “The Red Girl,” The Bread We Eat in Dreams (via lifeinpoetry) 

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“Didn’t even wait for a response.” Rufus scoffed. She was taking her time with this; making sure each and every letter was as large as she could make it before moving on. The kid was thrashing, screeching like a madman as she chiseled away. Once the blood started to cloud his eyes he fidgited, shaking his head like a dog to try and clear them. Without missing a beat, Rufus put a meaty hand against the jock’s jaw. Fucker was gonna mess her project up.

“More your type anyway.” The jock tried to bite him. Rufus squeezed his cheeks hard enough to hear something pop. “Big meathead who’s dumb enough ta’ end up in a situation like this just cause’ he sees some tail.”

Not that he blamed her for picking up somebody like this. She had to put meat in the freezer somehow, and this kid had muscle on em’. They could get a good amount from just this one body.... But fuck if they touched the brain. He’d wandered into a mess like this like a fawn fresh from it’s mamas cooter. Innocent as the day he was born.

Brain was no good.

“Ones I go for can think at least.”

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“You say that like he’s m’ type.”

The fucker was some average lookin’ jock from town. Kid off the football team. Big. Beefy. Full of angst and aggression or what-not.

Or he had been, until he’d got a crowbar upside the head. Then, mister tough-shit had crumpled like a paper man. When he’d woke up he’d whined like a damn bitch for damn near an hour.

Machismo masking fear. All bark but no bite, not even teeth there to chomp down with.

No. Nowhere near his type.

“He’s just some douche who needs ta’ get knocked down a peg. Sides’ I…” Rufus coughed. Sort of awkward. Because it was awkward. “I uh… kinda got my eye on…. Well.  You know.”

For some reason this was hard. He’d never been the most articulate when it came to feelings. The roided out fucker in the corner glaring up a storm in their general direction didn’t make things any easier.

“……Got my eye on somebody already.”

She watches from her little nest in the corner, garnering far too much enjoyment from her brother’s squirming. His reaction would seem subtle to most, but to Baby, he may as well be lighting up the room with pink blush. 

“I know.” She responds curtly, smiling face scrunched up like the brat that she is as she rolls herself off of her mattress and slinks closer to their captive football player.

“Well,” She sighs casually and out comes her knife, “If nobody’s got their name on him, yet…” It dances around prettily in her hand before the sharp tip settles firmly against the boy’s forehead, “Can I do mine??” 

The jock’s cries begin to grow sharper as her blade is already splitting the skin. 

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running out of daylight.  2017.

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dying is dying and rot is rot.

Rufus could see the strangers on their way out. Poor fucks were bleedin’ out all over the lawn- light gone from their eyes, just muscles twitching and gasping for air like a fish knocked out it’s tank.  As for the rot, he could very clearly smell that too. “Oh, so you wanna start soundin’ all sage n’ smart now of all fuckin’ times?” He covered his nose with a hand. Sure, this was hardly the first time he’d smelled anything like this, but it’s never something that’s pleasant. “Is this your way of tryin’ to get outta cleanin’ up?” He prodded one of the victims with his boot. They’d be gone soon. It was clear. Another grabbed for his leg, with much more energy he’d thought they’d have at this point. “....Please...” They whispered, fingers digging into his jeans with as much force as they could,  “Goddamn it,” Rufus hissed, shaking them off. He grabbed a pipe and raised it- with a sick smack, their struggling ended.