The meat that tears

The frozen body with red hair (Rouge) sits still against the tree as the snow falls and the winds get stronger. A girl with black hair (noir) stares at the frozen girl with red hair, staring at the icicles that formed and the many different patterns across her head. The frozen face gives the black-haired girl the only comfort in months. A feeling overtakes her, and she's back home eating burgers and drinking a strawberry shake, and the frozen redhead, alive and warm and red, eating a whole onion with pineapple juice. A smell of meat and sweet fruit dance around them; the onion pungent smell gives the dance an aggressive edge. They all smile and laugh as the smells mix and match together.

crack

Noir looks to the right and sees nothing but a snow blanket with trees sticking out like dandelions in grass. She signs and stands up and walks over to the rifle laying on Rogue's tent and picks it up. The small camp they made still stands albeit breaking at the edges. Over to where she sits still are the supplies in makeshift bins from the plane's cargo hole and besides that on both sides are the makeshift tents that creak and groin at night as the wind races across this barren forest. The initial months of abandonment were good, even special for them to spend time alone away from the prying eyes of society. They could cuddle and hold hands as they walk the forest and have grand talks about them and the world and a future of tenderness and happiness.

Tears flow down her face and the ever-expanding circle within her starts to grow and grow and roots from the circle vibrating. She breathes in and out calmly, but the breathing becomes rapid. The circle tears at her soul, eating the skin off it.

"Damn it"

She yells and walks out to the direction of the crack. As she walks, the circle starts laughing and singing of black pasts; Noir starts to run and runs harder with each couple of steps she takes. The circle begins to shrink and scream as she runs.

She falls down, breathing hard and shaking. The past and the moments of future death leave her mind; they scream for her to let them in. She remains silent.

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After a few hours staring at the sky, and with gun in hand and the sun still rising to the top of the world, she leaves and hunts for the meat she will eat.

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The sun is low, almost gone from this world, and the dark will come, and all the silence that comes with it and the imaginary monsters with bleeding eyes that watch from afar. They inch closer and closer with each day end as hunger grows and grows.

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Noir walks into camp with a stomach complaining and hands freezing, and with a strong hate, throws the gun to the ground and with a yell, scares all the trees that were resting about the camp.

She sits down and looks at Rogue.

"I know, Rogue, that I need to eat and I know you..you think I am not doing enough..."

Noirs hand twitches and her body spasms as she looks to and then away in a rapid manner.

"F&#k you! What am I supposed to do here. Everybodies dead, you're dead, and the world could be as well dead. Everyone's f&#king dead."

She stands up and begins hitting the tree.

" No, I won't do it. f&#k! f&#k! f&#k! f&#k! f&#k! f&#k!"

She falls and her hands bleed as tears escape and jump to the ground. Signing, she stands and gets the material to start a fire and warm herself up. It burns high as the sun finally leaves and the night overtakes all. She closes her eyes and lays back to the tree opposite of a frozen Rogue, her mind leaves as she hears nothing but her breath and the fire.

A dream of Noir and Rouge sitting at the bench as the waves tumble in and out. They are close yet not touching but their souls sing together. A warmth is felt coming from them that drifts up into the sky.

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A smell of crisp and tender meat enters Noir's noise, and a smile comes to her face as the smell bathes her entire being in a feeling of warmth and joy. She opens her eyes and sees Rouge cooking over the fire. She’s naked and twisted in such a way that could make clowns react in disgust. Noir’s eyes widen and lunges stop working. A tension that’s grating and screaming coarse throughout her body. As she continues to stare, images of lunches, walks, and record shopping revolve around her and her heart beating slows. The smell of the meat enters her and gives her warmth but she begins to cry at it and her stomach sings for the meat. She cries and cries, then suddenly screams.

“NOOO! NOO! I didn’t…NOOO….why… F&#k.”

Her crying shakes her body and her hands tenses up and squirms at the sight but her stomach sings for the taste. Standing up, with tears falling and her body tensing, she walks to the flames and the meat cooking on top of it.

“AHHHHHH…noooo…nooo”

She screams and screams of memories as meats dance around her; they smile and laugh as she collapses into herself and falls just in front of the fire. The smoke climbs up in the sky as she cries but inches closer to the fire. Noir reaches over and rips off a piece of meat from Rogues face. The smell and feeling makes her warm but gage and twist. Quickly, she puts it in her mouth. Her stomach sings while her soul cries into the night as she eats the body of the girl she loves. The soul begs her to stop, pleading that in death, they will be together and live the life they wanted, but her body screams over it all, yelling and berating her to eat. With each bite, her body warms with joy but her soul tears and splinters as the night and the imaginary monsters tall and pale with skin peeling off and with bleeding eyes that don’t stop; they plead and clap around her.