Author’s Notes: A friend of mine mentioned having a new cannibalism fascination, and although this really isn’t my type of writing, I figured that I could at least write something for someone in my real life. Seriously, ST, this one’s yours.

Cannibal

There was a hollow thud, as his back hit the wall, and he gasped at the sudden flare of pain that erupted in his spine. Perhaps he would have, or perhaps he would not have screamed at the pain, depending on his tolerance of it, if it weren’t for the slim white hand wrapped around his throat. He wasn’t quite off the ground, but he did need to stand on the tips of his toes to keep himself down enough to breathe, which said something about the strength of the girl before him. He wasn’t a light-weighted person, more average, and she was rather thin and frail looking herself.

There was anger in her eyes.

And it frightened him that he could see that even through his lack of air. On her face there was normally a blank look, one of utter aloofness that could scarcely be breeched no matter the circumstances. Nearby could be a conversation of massacre and slaughter, and still she would barely blink, just immersed completely in observing the wall before her. They couldn’t help it; they talked. Rumors spread, lies were told, and still she did nothing. Physically that was, and prior to his newfound situation. It was obvious that she’d had enough.

“Would you like to say that again, Mr. Welds?” she questioned softly.

No. “I called you…”

“Well?”

Don’t say it. “A… a fucking…”

“A fucking what?”

Go no further. “Cannibal.”

There was a pregnant pause as she watched him, silent and contemplative, eyes flashing with pensive thoughts. Those spidery fingers that held his neck didn’t move in the slightest as their owner lost herself in her mind.

“A fucking cannibal?” she echoed, “Where could one have heard that?”

The thoughtful look on her face faded in one abrupt second, evolving into one of seething rage as her fingers tightened and her nails dug trenches in the delicate skin of his neck. Her hazel eyes suddenly seemed vibrant, fiery, perhaps even more so than the infernos of hell. He tried to swallow, gulp down his fear in a single movement, but it trapped in his throat under the pressure of her palm. Hacking at the wedge of saliva in his esophagus only succeeding in depriving him of what little oxygen he had left.

She threw him to the ground then, and he hit it hard with one loud thud. Her foot was on his neck before he could recover, and the back of his head met the concrete with a sour crunch that sent tides of pain flashing through his brain. Black and white spots danced across his vision, distorting his view of the girl above him.

“I’ll show you a fucking cannibal, darling.”

He didn’t even blink… and yet, when he realized he could move he could actually move because moving would mean ripping his arm from her teeth. His scream came out in a series of wheezing gurgles when those oddly sharp teeth met with his bones and he could feel her lips curl into a smile as that bittersweet flood dribbled down her chin. She tightened her jaws, savoring the sounds of tearing flesh and the ripping of the raw muscle beneath, and reached up with her free hand to grasp his throat again.

She tore her head away from his arm, nails digging into his wrist and mouth busy chewing that rather large piece of human that it had found. With each squelching grind of her jaws thick torrents of crimson fluids leaked from the corners of her lips and the stray, falling droplets exploded on her shirt and on the floor.

He had never noticed that red was such a contrast on white…

He gasped and hacked as her nails punctured his torso, leaving deep red canyons on his chest that saturated his shirt. A sharp ripping sound reverberated around the empty hallway, and that shirt fell to the side. Her teeth found his collar bone, and her hot breathe teased the area before she broke the skin and shaved it off in a downward movement. A vivid waterfall of blood cascaded over his body, breaking off into little rivers across his abdomen. Her tongue was an uncomfortable weight that darted across the contracting muscles that had been exposed to the cold air of the hall. It hurt, it hurt like a bitch but he couldn’t scream with that crushing pressure upon his throat. Low gurgling sounds erupted from his lips as she burrowed her teeth into his muscles and took another bite. The only noise other than that was the faint suckling emitting from her mouth as she relished the fresh, raw meat.

And who would have thought that she had it in her to actually do it despite all the rumors that she was a blood-thirsty killer?

Nails that seemed more like claws skinned his flesh and left throbbing waves of pain to shudder through his body as her teeth continuously barred down on his. Rugged craters of mutilated muscle vivaciously oozed with vibrant torrents of vermillion fluids that flooded the floor in a sticky red puddle.

And through the pain he could see the world fading… darker and darker… and pitch black…

He hit the ground with a faint splash.

She stood over him with blood smeared messily around her mouth and tongue slipping out to lap it up. A stray piece of meat was wedged uncomfortably between several of her teeth and still… she smirked languidly at the body. The sight seemed grotesque when combined with the dripping splatters of blood on her face that saturated her blouse in a stain that probably wouldn’t come out.

“I showed you a fucking cannibal, didn’t I?” she asked his corpse.