posted on Monday, Apr. 02, 2007 @ 18:47
For one instant, the big woman was standing directly in his path, her head level with the mouth of the barrel. A second later, her face had been ripped away and her arms spread open as she collapsed into the same crouch as before, covered now with what might have been a bright red sweater. Her head was just a smooth globe with no trace of eyes, nose, lips, ears, or hair. The globe tilted up at Kiku, and a muddy red pool drank in the snowflakes from the sky, giving back a fine, faint steam.
[i can tell you've been neglecting ryu. let me at least loan you in the miso soup. it's far more graphic and much shorter than coin locker babies.]
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