☆ 4. The Triple-Eyed Head of Fletcher Munsin breaks into Magdalena’s Cockpit

 

Excerpted from Episode I. of MIKE EYE’S The Aqueous Transmission, a novel

 

[chapter FOUR]


SHE EXHALED A DEEP SIGH OF RELIEF AS SHE PLACED HER BACK against the reinforced door‭, ‬her cool, bitter lust-muscle beating‭ ‬rapidly and out-of-rhythm‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

In front of Magdalena was her special bed‭. ‬It was queen size‭, ‬made of memory foam‭, ‬and decked out with darkly colored bedsheets that bore elaborate tribal designs throughout‭. ‬The sheets were tattered, filthy, and had many holes in them‭. ‬Lying upon‭ ‬the bed was the recently deceased Fletcher Munsin‭, ‬Shadow of the last man on Earth‭, ‬quintessence of Lachrylon‭, ‬and recently reclaimed by Magdalena in an isolated part of a world now destroyed‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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Throughout her lifetime‭, ‬Lina had always figured she would eventually find the last‭ ‬of the Godheds‭; ‬it was only a matter of time, she knew, before she did‭. Alas, she would never come to know that whom she actually did in fact come to locate was ultimately not exactly the very person she had supposed.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Eliciting a most impassioned form of temptation‭, ‬an erotic display of seduction unable to be equally exemplified by even any of her favored adult sisters‭ — ‬the Hunters known as Hankerhawks‭ — ‬Lina had finally had her Wicked way with the man‭. ‬After an intense fornication‭, ‬an act that had in fact fulfilled her purpose‭, ‬Lina had finished the man off in her brutal trademark style‭: ‬castration by way of mastication‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

It reeked horrendously of decaying flesh in Lina’s‭ ‬bedroom‭; ‬she had originally planned on severing the Body parts of the man and ditching the pieces into deep-space via the ship’s toilet shaft shortly after she had committed the sanctified act‭. But she had become too distracted. ‬Lina buried her nose in her dress and proceeded to take shorter‭, ‬shallower inhales‭ ‬as to limit the amount of potent stench entering her nostrils‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

At Lina’s feet was Amrita‭, ‬purring louder than usual and rubbing its robot nose on her left shin‭. ‬Still a tad frantic‭, ‬Lina lightly kicked the android aside‭. “‬Not now‭, ‬Rita‭,” ‬said Lina frustratingly‭, “‬this is no time for cuddling‭.” ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Beside the android was the‭ ‬soggy‭, ‬gory pancreas of Fletcher Munsin that‭ ‬Lina had brutally extracted from the meek‭, ‬maimed man‭, ‬whereon revealed the curiously inscribed revelatory statement foretelling the impending catastrophe of planet Earth‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

And it would seem that Lina had received this message just in time.

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‬Amrita backed up a bit from Lina and then hopped up‭, ‬almost as gracefully as a cat‭, ‬onto the bed where the decaying Fletcher Munsin lay resting in torment‭. ‬Overcome with an intoxicating feeling of despair‭, ‬Lina dropped slowly to the floor‭, ‬dragging her back alongside the door from which she still remained pressed up against‭. ‬As her ass hit the ground‭, ‬Lina somberly dropped her sore head to her hands that rested upon her propped knees‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The woman sobbed and tried to process through her cranial cavity everything that was happening‭. ‬She noticed the radiance of her powerful dress flickering on and off‭. ‬She ached all over‭, ‬and the center of her forehead was throbbing in agony‭. ‬She felt like she was becoming broken‭. ‬And this was very unusual‭! ‬she noticed to herself‭, ‬as she had always been the most powerful and collected of the beings among her race‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Or so she had thought‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“‭There’s no way I’m the only one left on the planet‬”‭ ‬she thought to herself‭, ‬becoming scared‭ as she began considering the worst. ‬She had no idea Fletcher Munsin and the power of Lachrylon could take away all she had spent generations creating‭; ‬at least she didn’t think she did‭. ‬Lina felt more than had‭; ‬she felt intentionally mislead in the opposite direction‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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Contemplating her predicament as she sat crying on the floor‭, ‬an unusually loud‭ ‬mechanical meow came from the robotic cat on her bed‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‭”‬Shutup‭, ‬Rita‭!” ‬Lina yelled‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

She scanned her bedroom briefly‭. ‬She didn’t know what it was‭, ‬but she felt something misaligned in it‭. ‬Sensing something strange‭, ‬the Mother was slowly realizing that she‭ ‬was starting to be confronted head-on by that‭ ‬familiar‭ ‬hostile‭, ‬enigmatic force that loved to chase her‭, ‬but it was enhanced‭ ‬exceedingly‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

It loomed‭ ‬in her room ominously‭, etheric. ‬Glaring at her face‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Again came another loud raspy meow from Amrita‭. ‬Lina’s head was pounding‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‭”‬Shutup‭!‬‭” ‬she exclaimed as she rose to her feet‭, ‬pointing toward the android on her bed‭, ‬scolding it‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

And that was the moment she beheld it‭. ‬The horrific vision from the nightmare she had had on the eve before the sacred seduction‭ was playing out in her waking life. ‬In front‭ ‬of her‭, ‬Magdalena was baring witness to her robotic pet licking the dead man’s gruesome‭, ‬severed neck whereupon his Head no longer remained attached‭.‬‭ ‬Lina had not beheaded the gentleman‭, ‬and had not the slightest clue as to how his head had become detached‭ ‬from his body‭. ‬As far as she could remember‭, ‬the man still had his head when she had ripped out his insulin-secreting organ‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

For the next five minutes or so‭, ‬Lina felt a‭ ‬perverse lust‭ ‬to gawk at Fletcher Munsin and Amrita‭, ‬her mouth gaping‭, ‬perplexed‭ ‬at the display of odd conjunction before her‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‬Her injuries briefly grew numb‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‬She saw the man’s coagulated entrails slowly oozing out of his mangled lower body‭, and his two tourniquet-tied stubs were awkwardly poking out on either side, paying homage to her fucked sanctity. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‬She shivered‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‬Feeling a slight bit of embarrassment‭, ‬Lina felt as though she were possessed to stare at‭ ‬the two‭, ‬getting some kind of a sick rise out of the scene‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

She was sweating‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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Then it came to her‭. ‬Where indeed‭ ‬was‭ ‬the dead man’s head‭?! She knew what had happened to his legs: she had ripped them off. But where was his Head? ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‬Determined to find it‭, ‬Lina‭ ‬hurriedly‭ ‬searched her room‭; ‬in her bookshelf‭, ‬in her closet‭, ‬under her bed she searched‭.‬‭ ‬Nowhere was the man’s Head able to be found‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

And then‭, ‬as she was reluctantly ripping apart her bed sheets to investigate therein‭, ‬Lina heard a very loud‭, ‬slightly muffled shattering come from the ship’s helm through her shut door‭. ‬She paused‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

And her mind seemed to abruptly connect the dots before she had a chance to whip out a pen.

She didn’t‭ ‬have to think twice about what that noise might’ve been‭. ‬It clicked‭. ‬An eerie insight as to where the head may have been hiding took ahold of her‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Lina trembled as she thought to herself‭: ‬No fucking way‭. ‬That’s impossible‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

What the f@*# actually just happened at the ship’s helm?? Stay tuned to find the f☆%* out !! -MIKE EYE ⊙



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