Devil's Meal

Running, her hand over her disheveled, goldy locks, eyes sunken deep with tears flowing down her cheeks like waterworks. Her sapphire eyes locked onto a scrawny boy whose body was dismembered to their own. Blood as red as a fresh apple that has just been grown and plucked, seeps from every crevice slowly being pulled into a drain that was conveniently placed underneath the body of Burton Demain.

With a sudden jerk, she pulls the boy towards herself and weeps quietly into his chest as the hot tears run down her cheek. Her heart sobbed with feelings of guilt coursing through her small frame. “I can’t believe this just happened!” she maniacally moaned, her eyes shifting to the table that was decorated with his crimson young blood.

The teenager moved the body gently back onto the table, looking at his hollow cheeks. Quickly wiping away her tears, she moved her hand to the body’s facial feature; tracing the curves and cuts along his beautiful cold face.

“The loss of blood has made you into this” she whispered, tears still slowly rolling down her distant expression.

The boy shook from the pain and shifted his gaze towards the girl above. His facial expression filled with fear from what happened seconds before. “W-Why me, Glenna” he wailed finally, the pain striking through his body.

“Please forgive me. I h-have to do this or else, they will come a-and kill me!”

The girl looked down at him, her expression showing how much pain she felt from the cries and heavy breathing. Slowly, she let out an uncontrollable sob, quickly covering her snobby mouth. Her legs had become jello from guilt, followed by her falling to her scratched knees.

“You were a great friend” she gasped, her vision slowly becoming blurred by her actions. “I c-can’t feel my arms and my legs. Where are they?!” he screamed trying to feel any senses of his limbs. Burton never felt pain quite like this. It was agonizing as if scraping his knees or stabbing his finger was ten times worse. His eyes shifted towards his arms, getting sight of his bone. His emerald eyes widened, as fresh cold air ran through his exposed flesh. His back curved, causing him to let out a deathly scream, something that no one had to experience in the small town.

 His head shook from the pressure of loss of blood, and his eyes started to sting from the light glaring down at him. “Now we must” she whispered, watching his body fall limp to her words. Blood slowly trailed down off the resting spot of the boy and onto the girl’s lap. Her eyes wandered to her side. The walls were slowly falling apart, from old age, crinkling from the color white and fading into a disgusting yellow. Shelves lining with appliances that are used to operate on a body.

Rising to her feet, the girl made her way towards a desk that was in front of Burtons’ body. It was trashed with documents about the boy; his school life, blood type, trauma, and more specifically his diet. Glenna glided her hands over to a page reading what it contained before looking back at the dead body that was once alive in front of her.

The blonde-haired girl grabbed a hold of a dirty, red fabric office chair and took a seat. Her eyes moved to a computer that looked ten years older than the girl. Glenna’s hand moved to the keyboard, typing frantically about the injury that she had inflicted.

Moving the mouse across the mousepad, at a ridiculously fast pace. Her cold blue eyes glanced at the rusted clock on the ceiling, planted behind the body. Cramps in her fingers, made her tear slightly, followed by the room rattled, with the lights slowly dimming in anticipation. “YES!” she cried, grabbing the papers and placing them into an examination, and running it into its coordinated spot.

Dashing back into the room, she felt an uneasy awareness of being watched. Looking back at the clock...

2:49 am…

She quickly threw the limbs onto a table and then turned to the boy’s torso still attached to his head. “I’m sorry” she silently muttered before carefully lifting his body and placing it onto the metal tray with a thud. My eyes instinctively moved to the clock…

2:53 am…

Her palms clutched the metal handle to the tray becoming white-knuckled. Giving a heave, the trolly began to shift and move towards two doors. Ramming the buggy into the doors, they swang coexisting, ramming into the changing environment. A long hallway that had the same doors at the end.

Glenna rushed through the hall, her trolly with Burton, screeching under the pressure. Her left hand moved to her cheeks, ferociously wiping her cheeks. Her nail’s digging into her skin, blood trickling down. Eventually, she reached the door with a huge bang.

The doors swung and she entered a room aligned with coolers. The room looked well-kept, except for the ground that was filled with cobble and had spaces to which the trolley's wheel couldn’t fit.

“I have what you wanted!” she screamed in the air, twirling around and zipping her head to every sound she heard. A whistle made Glenna twist in her feet, watching a tall slender man walk toward her. His cheeks were slightly sunken in and with a small mustache. His eyes were golden like the color of the sun. His short hair was slightly disheveled with a magician's top hat. A black cane with a tip of white held gently in the man’s white-gloved hand.

“Why are you late? You promised” she hissed, glaring at the man who tucked the cuffs of his sleeves before strolling towards a cremation oven. His hands slowly traced the marks on the metal door to a button.

Clicking the button, a yellow and blue spark flickered in the oven, before the fire began to burn. The smell of smoke slipped through the holes of the oven and into the girl’s nose. Her face recoiled in disgust, smelling burnt flesh and ashes mixed.

Her blue eyes watched the man step into the fire and disappear in an instant.

“Give me the human” he roared from the chamber he was in. Hesitant, Glenna pushed the trolley towards the fire and instantly the fire hurriedly grasped the man’s limbs.

Suddenly, an agonizing cry flooded out of the oven. Heat rose throughout the room, causing Glenna to sweat profusely. The gate slammed open once again with the fire changing forms. Glenna tripped back, before crawling backward. Her eyes widen in fear as hot tears pool out her eyes.

“Isn’t this what you wanted” Glenna hiccupped, inching back from the burning blaze that roared with the distaste of the one they ate. “No, we want a meatier creature,” he growled with flames escaping the ghastly being.

“You are the kind we want,” he raged, wrapping his fiery hands against the girl's legs, scorching them instantly. “No! Why mee. It’s not fair,” she wailed, turning around in the blazing arms and using her nails to dig into the cold cobble ground. “HELP!” she screamed her last words before feeling herself tugged into the colossal oven’s mouth.

The coal embers stung her skin as she arched her back, screaming in anger at what the demons had done. The burning scent of hair and cooked flesh stabbed her in the chest, causing her to throw up on the mess underneath. “I CAN’T LET THIS END,” Glenna choked using her strength; she had crawled, tearing through the wooden logs, finally getting out. Her body filled with adrenaline, as she ran through the room in chaos as her hands thrashed around trying to slap the fire away.

“You insect,” cried the fire, as it snatched her arm back towards hell. Her hands quickly moved to a cooler’s door, yanking it open. A dried soulless body flew out and was hastily snatched by lucifer himself as he tasted the tasteless man.

“This is the consequences” the demon ended, before swallowing the teen once again. Inhaling the last bits of her body as the skin slowly melted into a puddle of gunk. The bones cracked apart within the heat, before dispersing into nothingness.

The door of the oven gradually closed, as the last of the remains became history.