The Dark Goddess - 7

"Shut up, Weasel. I was gonna let you ride shotgun, but you had to shoot me. People who shoot me have to ride in the trunk."

I'm saving his life, and he keeps pissing in my ear about letting him go. Idiot thinks I kidnapped him so I can kill him. Even put a bullet in my leg tryin' to fight me off, which he should have known was stupid. "You shoot a guy named Dumptruck, you deserve to have your dumb ass stuffed in the back of his car. Them's the rules, Weez. Now pipe down or I'm going to pull over and b

(EAT)

the living

(FLESH)

hell out of you."

The hunger is getting stronger, and the mouths are grinding their teeth. It's maddening, that gnashing sound. I need to eat. I need 

(FLESH)

to eat very soon, and this shitty car won't go any faster, and Weez will not stop crying like a baby and that goddamned chewing noise in my head won't stop. Sweat pours from every part of me. I want to eat him so bad my dick is hard. I'm shivering like a junkie, and trying to drive. "Weasel, shut the fuck up."

He doesn't even hear me. Bawling like a baby. I can't take it anymore. I take a hard right turn into the ditch at a thousand miles an hour, throw on the hazard lights and get out of the car. I pop the trunk, and see him lying there, half conscious and terrified. He panics, but a couple of shots to the jaw calms him down. "Listen to me, Weasel. That body in my room was the manager of the hotel I just left. I was there with a lady friend, but she's a crazy bitch, man. She killed the bellhop, and tried pinning it on me. I came here to hide out a bit, maybe. She knew I'd come here, so she left me the manager." He makes a noise like a walrus trying to sing. "Don't ask how she knew, she just did. Just like she knew where I'm going next -- and guess whose body she'd have waiting for me there, strung up and bled like a pig, Weasel?"

He goes silent, finally. "There you go, buddy. I'm trying to keep you alive, and all I'm asking in return is that you shut the fuck up so I don't have to listen to you bl

(EAT)

like a goat. Deal?"

He's unconscious. He can't hear me anymore. Thank Christ. I slam the trunk door and get back on the highway, a single rocket flying into the abyss.

My Dark Queen calls to me like a tribal drum... and I must go. My foot rams the gas pedal to the floor. 

Soon, my Goddess, we will be one. 

- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.