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John staggered his way across the front lawn up to the door of his small ranch style house, revenge noshing at his bones. He was dead cold, the bullet wound in his chest had stopped bleeding, shortly after his heart had stopped beating. Mags, the love of his life, shot him in cold blood.
He reached for the knocker with a trembling gray hand. Knock, knock, bitch. I'm back. Waiting for her to answer, standing in the moonlight, John was a gray and sallow figure set against the new green growth of spring in their neighborhood. He heard her walking to the door, saw the shadow of her eye in the peephole, heard her gasp.
"That's right baby, I'm home." he taunted. She backed away from the door, she was fighting to breathe. The door was locked and he didn't have his keys, so he put his shoulder into it a couple of times and then stopped. "Come on baby don't be like this." he called out through bloodless purple lips. He rammed the door again, it budged a little, but only a little. John took a step back and rammed the door as hard as he could, tearing it from the frame. He tumbled into the room that used to be his living room. He looked around, everything was pretty much the same. He must not have been dead for that long. Mags screamed from back in the bedroom. John drunkenly crossed the living room, following the sound, groaning as he went.
When he entered the bedroom Mags was standing in the corner with the same .38 revolver in her hands that she used to end his life.
"You gonna try again Mags? What's the use?" John reasoned. Tears streamed down her red cheeks, she was shaking like she was having a seizure.
"yoo...you...won't be able to...to find...me...if I shoot.....your face off." she cocked the hammer back on the gun.
"I just want what you took from me." she relaxed a little, her covulsions slowed, she still held the gun at his face, a fact he was keenly aware of and proceeded with care. "Just give me the egg."
"How do you know about that?" she asked. He took a step toward her. "Don't!" Her arms tensed up.
"Okay. Okay." he stepped back. "I know because its mine. I need it back. I can't tell you what it's like without it. Imagine the worst withdrawal ever and then multiply that by a million. Please. I can't go on without it." his pale gray face sank as he pleaded with her.
"It's mine now John. I'm sorry." she said. He smashed a cold fist against the wall.
"Fuck Mags! What good is it to you? It's just a useless metal egg."
"Is that what you think about us?"
"Us? Us! What's this got to do with us? This is about me! But if you want to know, I don't think to fondly about us Mags, ever since, oh I don't knowâ€”since you fucking shot me in the heart!" when he finished yelling Mags wiped tears from her face with the back of her gun hand.
"I had to John. You know that." she lowered the gun butÂ held it tight in her hands. "I had to."
"No! You shot me in cold blood. Bitch!" he stepped toward her and she drew the gun again.
"That's not true. Don't you remember the Catula taking control of you?" John was stunned. Was that true? He didn't remember any of that. Noâ€”it was another lie from a lying-ass bitch.
"I've never lied to you. Never." he lunged at her and she fired the gun, his other shoulder exploding. He fell to the ground. The bullet hit him in the right shoulder and blew out of his back. He was surprised to feel nothing at all. Mags stood over him, the gun pointing down at his chest where he now had matching holes on either side.
"You were being controlled. I pleaded with you, tried to get you to understand, tried to reach you. And when that didn't work, I shot you." her brown hair swayed like sheets in the wind as she stood above him. The memory began to flicker in his mind like embers under a pile of ash. He saw her pointing the gun. He felt the Catula inside him. He remembered the helplessness.
"If that's true and you really love me, then give me the egg. Let me go." she looked at him and then replied with a curt shake of the head. Anger bellowing up, John yelled like a beast and swatted the gun away, it skittered along the floor. John stood up swiftly, slipping his arms around Mags, surrounding her, squeezing her, sucking her breath away.
"Stop it John. Please." she said through whispered breath. He threw her to the ground and climbed on top of her, wrapping his gravestone cold hands around her pink neck. He closed his hands, pale and powerful, pushing her life from her, peeling her soul from its fleshy prison. Her eyes bulged. She was almost dead when John realized what he was doing and let go, falling off of her and onto the floor beside her. Mags rolled over on her side, convulsing until she was able to breathe. She turned her back to John.
"You see what I'm like with out it. Please, give me the egg. I'm begging you. Let me have it and I'll go. You'll never see me again."
"That's not what I want."
John ran a hand through his mussed up hair. "For fucks-sake, Mags. It doesn't matter what you want. Its over. Let me go."
"I won't." she sat up and crawled over to john and wrapped her arms around his carcass. She parted her lips and kissed his ear. "John. Stay with me."
"I'm dead, Mags."
"Then give me back my soul. Before the Catula returns and takes over my body again. Give me the egg and let me be at peace." Mags was fighting back tears.
"If you won't stay with me, I don't want you to wander the earth with out your soul." John turned his face to hers and he kissed her. He pulled her into his lap on the floor.
Tearing at each others' clothes, John could feel the heat from her body, the sex of her touch. It was the only thing he'd felt since he escaped the grave. She climbed into his lap and wrapped her legs around him, his cold body beneath her warmth, her flowing blood. They kissed, rubbed, sucked, and fucked there on the floor until they both came, then moved to the bed and did it all again. falling into a heap on the bed.
John and mags held each other for most of the night, not talking, just being. Feeling.
"Mags. I've got to go."
"I know John." she said as she rolled over and opened a drawer on her night stand, removing the egg. It was steel and brass and peppered with jewels. She handed it to him. "So what happens now?" she asked. John stood up and laid the egg down on the bed while he put his clothes back on.
"I have to go back to the cemetery, back into my grave before sunrise." Mags got up with him and put on her silk robe. They walked to the front door that laid splintered on the hardwood floor and stopped. He pulled her close when she spoke.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want it to end. I thought if I kept your soul I would still have part of you. Something to remember you." John put his pallid hand to her womb.
"Now you do."
Mags held her belly and watched as he walked drunkenly up the street. The horrible cackling laughter of the Catula echoed through the valley as John disappeared over the hill, out of sight. And gone.
Thanks for reading, hopefully I'll have another one up this time next week. -Dave