bodies began toward the torches further up the alley, carrying the Tiger Gods with it.
A torch framed either side of a pair of dumpsters set together into a tall platform. Cardboard boxes against the dumpsters formed a stairway to the top. The flow of bodies took the Newports upward until they stood on the platform high above the natives. Against the dark green metal cold under their bare feet, chalk-drawn shapes were entwined sensuously. The natives made low moans.
Tiger Goddess sat on the cold metal surface, eased her back onto it, opened her legs. Tiger God got on top of her as primal as Animal Planet with zero foreplay. The ritual music began again. Tiger Goddess’ legs folded high as he speared her, watched by painted natives with upraised arms. The sex was porn-level. Then Tiger God stood above the natives, his followers, still rigid, spread his arms into fists, ripped a long howling scream, hands slapping his chest like an ape.
The natives fell to their knees.
The first human sacrifice had been brought to them naked and reeking, face almost hidden under matted hair and beard. His severed head now sat on a spear mounted to one side of the altar. To the other side was the head of the second human sacrifice, a homeless catch like the first.
The natives raised their torches against the rainfall, chanting as Tiger God and Tiger Goddess raised the machetes above the tied-down third human sacrifice, this one female, bony and filthy, eyes dimmed in the heroin haze supplied before the ritual.
With machetes the two started chopping, blades hitting bone, chopping bone, chopping until the blades struck cement. Tiger Goddess stood on the body as Tiger God grabbed the filthy hair, pulled the head loose. He held it high before the natives, the blood spattering his face, gushing down his arm, down his chest.
A limo pulled into the alley, passed the natives, slowly came to a halt. The presence of the limousine had an effect. The natives broke character then dissipated, drained away into the night shadows.
Tiger God and Tiger Goddess approached the limo. The passenger door opened and there was Her Blue Majesty glaring at them.
“Get in,” she said.
Neal and Nell Newport got into the limo.
“Leave the head.”
Neal was still holding the severed head. He tossed it out the limo door. Closed the door.
Her Blue Majesty said, “Are you fucking insane?”
Neal and Nell looked curious.
“Where the fuck in the rules for this world does it say
abduct and slaughter homeless people
?”
Neal said, “That part kind of developed on its own.”
Nell: “That’s where this world led us.”
Her Blue Majesty: “You two went completely off.”
Nell: “That’s what we thought at first, but we found ourselves compelled to take it further.”
Neal: “It was unavoidable.”
Nell: “The curve was rising to a new peak. We had to follow.”
Neal: “We had to.”
Her Blue Majesty: “Killing people?”
Neal: “Here’s the thing. The drug you give us…it…it pumps up the sex drive, makes you need more and more until it’s never enough. It’s like a drug habit. Just having godlike ritual sex wasn’t enough anymore. As our power grew, we needed more.”
Nell: “We’re gods here.”
Neal: “Power corrupts.”
Her Blue Majesty: “Your cast went along with this insanity?”
Neal: “Everyone was into it.”
“Do you,” she began, “realize what you’ve done?”
Nell: “I’ll admit, we may have gone too far.”
Neal: “Yeah … “
Nell: “Mistakes were made.”
Neal: “Maybe we can keep this among us…”
Her Blue Majesty: “This world is shot from every angle by six cameras. Hours of footage record what goes on during here. That’s it. You’re dropped. It’s over.” She picked up a cell phone. “I’m reporting this insanity to the authorities. Good luck.”
Neal said, “Listen. You don’t want to do that, Blue Majesty.”
Nell: “No.”
Neal: “You really don’t.”
Her Blue Majesty:
A torch framed either side of a pair of dumpsters set together into a tall platform. Cardboard boxes against the dumpsters formed a stairway to the top. The flow of bodies took the Newports upward until they stood on the platform high above the natives. Against the dark green metal cold under their bare feet, chalk-drawn shapes were entwined sensuously. The natives made low moans.
Tiger Goddess sat on the cold metal surface, eased her back onto it, opened her legs. Tiger God got on top of her as primal as Animal Planet with zero foreplay. The ritual music began again. Tiger Goddess’ legs folded high as he speared her, watched by painted natives with upraised arms. The sex was porn-level. Then Tiger God stood above the natives, his followers, still rigid, spread his arms into fists, ripped a long howling scream, hands slapping his chest like an ape.
The natives fell to their knees.
The first human sacrifice had been brought to them naked and reeking, face almost hidden under matted hair and beard. His severed head now sat on a spear mounted to one side of the altar. To the other side was the head of the second human sacrifice, a homeless catch like the first.
The natives raised their torches against the rainfall, chanting as Tiger God and Tiger Goddess raised the machetes above the tied-down third human sacrifice, this one female, bony and filthy, eyes dimmed in the heroin haze supplied before the ritual.
With machetes the two started chopping, blades hitting bone, chopping bone, chopping until the blades struck cement. Tiger Goddess stood on the body as Tiger God grabbed the filthy hair, pulled the head loose. He held it high before the natives, the blood spattering his face, gushing down his arm, down his chest.
A limo pulled into the alley, passed the natives, slowly came to a halt. The presence of the limousine had an effect. The natives broke character then dissipated, drained away into the night shadows.
Tiger God and Tiger Goddess approached the limo. The passenger door opened and there was Her Blue Majesty glaring at them.
“Get in,” she said.
Neal and Nell Newport got into the limo.
“Leave the head.”
Neal was still holding the severed head. He tossed it out the limo door. Closed the door.
Her Blue Majesty said, “Are you fucking insane?”
Neal and Nell looked curious.
“Where the fuck in the rules for this world does it say
abduct and slaughter homeless people
?”
Neal said, “That part kind of developed on its own.”
Nell: “That’s where this world led us.”
Her Blue Majesty: “You two went completely off.”
Nell: “That’s what we thought at first, but we found ourselves compelled to take it further.”
Neal: “It was unavoidable.”
Nell: “The curve was rising to a new peak. We had to follow.”
Neal: “We had to.”
Her Blue Majesty: “Killing people?”
Neal: “Here’s the thing. The drug you give us…it…it pumps up the sex drive, makes you need more and more until it’s never enough. It’s like a drug habit. Just having godlike ritual sex wasn’t enough anymore. As our power grew, we needed more.”
Nell: “We’re gods here.”
Neal: “Power corrupts.”
Her Blue Majesty: “Your cast went along with this insanity?”
Neal: “Everyone was into it.”
“Do you,” she began, “realize what you’ve done?”
Nell: “I’ll admit, we may have gone too far.”
Neal: “Yeah … “
Nell: “Mistakes were made.”
Neal: “Maybe we can keep this among us…”
Her Blue Majesty: “This world is shot from every angle by six cameras. Hours of footage record what goes on during here. That’s it. You’re dropped. It’s over.” She picked up a cell phone. “I’m reporting this insanity to the authorities. Good luck.”
Neal said, “Listen. You don’t want to do that, Blue Majesty.”
Nell: “No.”
Neal: “You really don’t.”
Her Blue Majesty:
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