05-08-2018, 11:19 AM
What kind of a shitshow had she gotten herself into? Aello’s eyes scanned the fringes of the room, carefully avoiding the greasy bloodstain soaked into the carpet. Sure the scoundrel had seen her fair share of fucked up shit on the Helios and it’d take a little more than a bloodstain to get under her skin, but it wasn’t just the bloodstain that made her queasy. No it was the implication that the bloodstain brought with it. This thing ate people, bones and all, and it didn’t look like it would wait for them to be dead neither. Mankind’s seedy underbelly was frightening, but at least it carried a sense of civility that this animalistic thingseemed to lack.
“I’m starting to get the vibe that we’re getting severely underpaid here,” Aello muttered and scowled when Ada failed to answer.
The sound of wood scraping against metal teased the air as Aello ran her fingertips across the splintered door frame. She watched as Ada scoured every last inch of the apartment in a fashion that one could only describe as meticulous. Aello huffed and walked past her companion. With a blatant disregard for the carefully arranged throw pillows Aello plopped herself onto the couch. Twin thuds hammered the air as she kicked her boots up onto the coffee table.
“Something wrong?” Ada asked, taking only a moment to glance in Aello’s general direction.
“No,” she answered, “just figured I’m not really built for this kinda stuff so I’ll let you handle the detective work.”
“Mhm,” Ada responded, not necessarily surprised by her friend’s lack of help.
Once the earthling’s back was turned Aello reached for the discarded baggy of, presumably, drugs. A quick sniff assaulted her nostrils with an overpowering scent that made her cringe. Aello licked her lips. Ada had moved her search into the bathroom and was taking great care in tearing through the medicine cabinet. Aello licked the tip of her finger and pinched the lip of the bag open with her free hand. The pink substance clung to her saliva and held a faint sheen in the light. As the residue melted on her tongue it numbed her taste buds and sent a momentary flash of electricity throughout her body. Goosebumps riddled the vagrant’s flesh and she shivered. As quick as it came so too did it fade, leaving her with nothing more than a funky taste in her mouth. Aello frowned and discarded the empty baggy as she stood.
“Yo, Earthling,” she said as she moved towards the door, “I need a breather, so when your done I’ll be outside.”
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Consume
Hunger was the only directive that drove the fleshy amalgam that was once named Viola Burns. That burning primal instinct to devour smoldered like a coal deep within her gullet. How much meat had she eaten already? Not enough. How many gallons of blood had she guzzled? Not enough. How many bones were gnashed to pulp in her misshapen maw? Not enough. It would never be enough and she knew this. She knew this hunger could not be sated and yet she still feverishly clamored forth devouring every last scrap of viscera she could wrap her claws around. With every new feast her body was twisted into something even more monstrous. Layer upon layer of sinewy muscles wrapped around her ragged core, constricting it like so many pulsating cords. Chitinous plates of repurposed bone covered her like a shell. Grey matter, which she discovered was the most delectable of meats, was reconstituted inside her bulging cranium.
Were it not for her expanding intellect she would have been content with tearing through Tier 3’s homeless population, but with every successful kill her mind grew more and more uninhibited. Scuttling through the streets like some dog searching for scraps wouldn’t do. No, too much work, not enough food. Meat was meat, regardless of its source. A living body would run, but a dead one would sit quietly like the good little meal that it was. Fortunately for her Coruscant liked to keep collections of dead meat in nice compact mausoleums located throughout the city. Viola’s grandmother had always lamented the idea of being stuffed inside a mass-produced box and kept on display for future generations. It was a shame ashes provided no usable flesh.
Getting in was easy. A security guard tried to stop her, but the man was pudgy and armed with only a baton. He tasted good. Fat always added flavor to the meat, as did fear. Formaldehyde and other preserving agents assaulted her heightened sense of smell, but beneath that sour musk she could practically taste the hundreds of bodies waiting for consumption. Digestive enzymes flowed freely from her gaping mouth, leaving behind a trail of acidic mucus. It was a shame, she figured, that the blood had long been drained from her meals. Blood, like grey matter, had a special flavor to it that she savoured. Not that it mattered, the feast had begun and she would not leave until every last morsel was devoured. Bland or not, meat was meat.
“I’m starting to get the vibe that we’re getting severely underpaid here,” Aello muttered and scowled when Ada failed to answer.
The sound of wood scraping against metal teased the air as Aello ran her fingertips across the splintered door frame. She watched as Ada scoured every last inch of the apartment in a fashion that one could only describe as meticulous. Aello huffed and walked past her companion. With a blatant disregard for the carefully arranged throw pillows Aello plopped herself onto the couch. Twin thuds hammered the air as she kicked her boots up onto the coffee table.
“Something wrong?” Ada asked, taking only a moment to glance in Aello’s general direction.
“No,” she answered, “just figured I’m not really built for this kinda stuff so I’ll let you handle the detective work.”
“Mhm,” Ada responded, not necessarily surprised by her friend’s lack of help.
Once the earthling’s back was turned Aello reached for the discarded baggy of, presumably, drugs. A quick sniff assaulted her nostrils with an overpowering scent that made her cringe. Aello licked her lips. Ada had moved her search into the bathroom and was taking great care in tearing through the medicine cabinet. Aello licked the tip of her finger and pinched the lip of the bag open with her free hand. The pink substance clung to her saliva and held a faint sheen in the light. As the residue melted on her tongue it numbed her taste buds and sent a momentary flash of electricity throughout her body. Goosebumps riddled the vagrant’s flesh and she shivered. As quick as it came so too did it fade, leaving her with nothing more than a funky taste in her mouth. Aello frowned and discarded the empty baggy as she stood.
“Yo, Earthling,” she said as she moved towards the door, “I need a breather, so when your done I’ll be outside.”
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Consume
Hunger was the only directive that drove the fleshy amalgam that was once named Viola Burns. That burning primal instinct to devour smoldered like a coal deep within her gullet. How much meat had she eaten already? Not enough. How many gallons of blood had she guzzled? Not enough. How many bones were gnashed to pulp in her misshapen maw? Not enough. It would never be enough and she knew this. She knew this hunger could not be sated and yet she still feverishly clamored forth devouring every last scrap of viscera she could wrap her claws around. With every new feast her body was twisted into something even more monstrous. Layer upon layer of sinewy muscles wrapped around her ragged core, constricting it like so many pulsating cords. Chitinous plates of repurposed bone covered her like a shell. Grey matter, which she discovered was the most delectable of meats, was reconstituted inside her bulging cranium.
Were it not for her expanding intellect she would have been content with tearing through Tier 3’s homeless population, but with every successful kill her mind grew more and more uninhibited. Scuttling through the streets like some dog searching for scraps wouldn’t do. No, too much work, not enough food. Meat was meat, regardless of its source. A living body would run, but a dead one would sit quietly like the good little meal that it was. Fortunately for her Coruscant liked to keep collections of dead meat in nice compact mausoleums located throughout the city. Viola’s grandmother had always lamented the idea of being stuffed inside a mass-produced box and kept on display for future generations. It was a shame ashes provided no usable flesh.
Getting in was easy. A security guard tried to stop her, but the man was pudgy and armed with only a baton. He tasted good. Fat always added flavor to the meat, as did fear. Formaldehyde and other preserving agents assaulted her heightened sense of smell, but beneath that sour musk she could practically taste the hundreds of bodies waiting for consumption. Digestive enzymes flowed freely from her gaping mouth, leaving behind a trail of acidic mucus. It was a shame, she figured, that the blood had long been drained from her meals. Blood, like grey matter, had a special flavor to it that she savoured. Not that it mattered, the feast had begun and she would not leave until every last morsel was devoured. Bland or not, meat was meat.