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