I loom over the body of the woman. My shadow enveloping her body, worried that she might still be alive and well, I deliver a few swift but strong stomps to her skull. The sound of the impact from my feet crushing her noggin is overwhelmed by the sound of her skull cracking and caving in on itself, producing a painful yet satisfying noise as blood squirted, bits of her teeth and skull were sent flying in all directions, along with giblets of her bloody brain matter. It was truly a sight to behold, it was akin to that of a grand firework that had literally consisted of brains, blood and bits of broken teeth and bones that were sent airborne and spread everywhere.
With her death confirmed, I kick the bits of brain matter and blood splattered off my feet and begin to examine her body, specifically the spot in her chest where I had pierced my hand through her chest while a weird yellow flame had enveloped my hand. Although no scars,wounds or hole could be seen, there was a bright yellow cross, outlined with a pitch black color, about the size of a base ball had formed, it was positioned right in the middle of her chest, just above her breasts.
Thinking about what to do next with the body, whether I should carry it with me or leave it to be devoured by crows and hyenas, or whatever sick necrophiliac like her would want to violate her mutilated corpse. I decide to first attempt to re-enact what had happened with the flames on my arm, lifting it up, I focused all my strength into my right arm, focusing hard enough for veins to start grotesquely form on my head and fist, I grand my teeth and my knuckles turned white, focusing as hard as I could, only for it to produce no results was a depressing and embarrassing experience. I felt like a kid being humiliated after trying to perform a kamehameha in real life despite how I was currently in a desolate mountainous area with not a single man made structure or soul to be seen while standing next to the dead corpse of someone I had brutally murdered.
Taking a step back, I try to think of a few other possibilities of how I should go around this, only for my train of thought to be interrupted by sounds of my stomach bellowing, almost as if it was begging for food. Changing my priority from trying to re-create whatever had happened to getting food in order to sate my hunger, I take a look around only to be reminded that I was currently in what could be described as a desolate wasteland with tall broken concrete and uniquely designed buildings which allowed me to commit the unethical act of murder and quite brutally at that without a second thought of having to worry about being seen by others.
As I continue to look around for what could be food, I come to the conclusion that I should begin moving from wherever I am to look for a sign of life or anything that isn't naturally formed. I decide that carrying the corpse would be good for me as I would be able to continue researching just what was that mark that had formed on her chest thanks to me penetrating it with my bare hand. However, I would have to decapitate her head and drain the body of as much blood as possible in order to allow for easier carrying.
Pulling out a card from the deck in my pocket, I scrape off the brain matter and bits of her skull that was on her neck and chest. Following that, I begin to slice at her neck producing a sleek and satisfying slitting noise, giving me a temporary eargasm, a brief yet extremely satisfying one. As I continue to slice at her neck, slowly making progress, I stare at her purple blood leak out from the cut, for some odd reason, I feel my thirst and hunger start to bug at me more. Almost as if tempting me to cannibalize her dead corpse.