• He slowly teared the eyeball from the socket. Miscellaneous slimy red strings followed it.


    Originally, he had planned to use a spoon or at least a knife, in fact, a pair of pliers was sitting right next to him. But he was enjoying himself far too much. He used his long, thin fingers to gouge it out instead. It certainly saved time and gave him a pleasurable tingle down his spine.


    The only sound that could be heard was the squelch of ripping flesh. He killed the boy awhile ago, so no screams echoed in the empty warehouse.


    He pulled the fingers off one by one with some old pliers.


    1,2,3,4,5...


    He paused and looked at the corpse's face.


    Ah, Johnny.


    His soft mousy hair stuck to the blood caked on his face. The single emerald green eye that remained in his skull was clouded over, pupils dilated. Tears still slightly visible on his smooth, now pallid, skin. Long limbs hung limply at his sides, the blood dripping off them to form a puddle on the floor.


    Oh yes, he looked so beautiful like this.


    Matt brushed his black locks back, leaving a red smear on his cheek.


    He continued with the fingers.


    "...6,7,8,9 and 10!" he said aloud, his voice breaking the almost comfortable silence.


    He took the fingers and, on the floor beside him, used them to spell 'LOVE'.


    Matt giggled.


    How disturbingly appropriate!


    He grabbed the pliers again. Lifting his arm high above his head, he brought it down at frightening speed. The end of the pliers impaled Johnny's chest and, dragging them down the torso, Matt made a huge gash. He shoved his hands into the wound and pulled to the sides. Blood spurted everywhere, on his clothes, hair and skin. After pulling the skin back, he tore out Johnny's heart.


    He held it in his palm, putting as little pressure on it as possible, as if it were made of paper. He stared at it, amazed. It was still a little warm.


    He smirked and brought it to his lips.


    He licked the side of it, as if to taste it first, before taking a bite of it. He savoured the taste, eating it as slowly as he could.


    He finished it in a matter of minutes.


    He licked his lips and leaned close to Johnny's face.


    Matt stared at it, then kissed him passionately, smearing blood all over both their lips.


    "Matt..."said Johnny, bringing a fingerless hand up to touch Matt's face.


    "I love you Matt..." he leaned in for another kiss


    "MATT. You hear me? There are customers waiting!" the melodic voice of corpse-Johnny was replaced by that of the cafe manager's.


    "Oh! I'm sorry Mr. Smith!" Matt rushed to the tables and immediately started taking orders.


    He glanced out the window and saw Johnny walking by.


    Johnny looked into the cafe, and for a brief moment, they locked eyes. They looked away quickly and Matt went back to order-taking. After a few minutes passed, he looked outside again. Johnny was gone of course.


    One day, maybe Matt could fufill his dreams.