"We should take our clothes off. If blood splashes on them, it will be hard to explain to C." Rachel suggests.
In her hand right now is the limp body of the school bully. If I had not seen it with my own eyes, I would have never believed such a feat to be possible. From my boyfriend's past experiences and the vision he showed, I understood how abnormally strong Rachel actually was. However, now that the truth is in front of me, I can not help but be completely amazed by her raw power. Nothing will be able to perfectly explain how or why Rachel can hold up a dead body with just one arm other than the ridiculous nature of this game.
"Why are you starting so much? I'm starting to blush now." She asks me while quickly buttoning her white shirt, revealing the thin layer of fabric behind it, which is covering her breasts.
Even though she says she is blushing, I see no sign of her face turning red or being embarrassed. "Go on. There's no one here except for us. You know that already. We have a lot of work to do and so little time!"
"I'm curious. Do you feel heavy lifting up all the dead weight?" As I copy what she is doing, a question pops up.
"To be honest with you, a little." That blonde-haired girl thinks to herself, then nods slightly.
"Just a little?"
"Well, maybe more than that." She then throws the body on the ground like garbage, making a big thud. "Just so you know: It is impossible for me to carry more than this."
For me, that is still incredibly hard to believe, nonetheless. The fact that someone with a body almost the same as my size can break the neck of a male student is unfathomable. Not only that, she did it as if she was not twisting someone's bones but a flimsy twig. Before I could realize anything, she dropped the knife and masterfully snapped the neck of that piece of human trash.
It made me think deeply about the future.
What are the chances of me winning against Rachel, given what we currently have? My ability versus hers, which one would win? Of course, even though that day may never come due to our dependence on my faceless boyfriend, planning ahead is never too much.
If we are really comparing, Rachel is slightly higher than me. That is about it. She does not look to possess many muscles, no matter what the viewing angle. Yet I can never disregard what she can achieve without any external support. Well, maybe all of her strength is stored in those lumps of meat in front of her chest. Not that I am envious of that. My boyfriend is someone who cares about one's nature and integrity. I have no reason to wish my breasts to be bigger than they currently are.
Well...probably a little bigger would not hurt...
"It's amazing having such a nice body." Who am I kidding? I feel a bit envious, not going to lie.
"Why, thank you!" Rachel smiles. She is in her birthday suit at this point. "You have yourself a splendid figure as well! I would call you a dump truck with all that cake from behind. Laura, you should be thankful for that waistline and hips!"
"..."
My hands stop for a brief second while pulling my skirt down. The worse is that when that woman finishes, my dress gets stuck in the middle of my butt, making Rachel's compliment even more notable.
"Thanks." I reluctantly answer.
"When you're done, follow me into the shower, okay? We'll start there!" My...special...situation creates a smirk on Rachel's white face.
Grabbing the bully by the ankles, that blonde-haired girl quickly drags the dead body across the ladies' room's floor and into the shower. Right after, she turns on the water at the highest setting, splashing cold water down the corpse.
"Now, where did I leave the knife?"
"Here." Out of thin air, a shiny kitchen knife appears in my hand, just like when I did it before while we were in the schoolyard.
"Ah! Thank you!" She grabs the weapon I offer. And after tilting her head, she continues. "Actually, why don't you do it first?"
An indescribable feeling envelops me after hearing those words. It is not that I do not want to do so. On the contrary, it is akin to an uneasy feeling when one is about to do something forbidden, both anxious and interested. "I have no experience. We need to do this fast, so better leave it to the professionals."
"Okay, I understand. But this is something I insist on. You see, what we need to do before dismembering the corpse is to drain it completely out of the blood. I need to hold its legs up high..."
"...For gravity to do the work. I get it now."
*Suuuuu*
*Haaaaa*
I clutch the kitchen knife tightly.
"Don't worry. It's already dead. You're not killing anyone. You're merely dismembering a carcass. Think of it as butchering a pig if it makes you feel better." Rachel raises the dead body up high in the air, right where the water is the most from the shower head above us. "And now, let's begin. First, you will need to hold the knife at the edge of the neck, right behind the jaw bone."
"Got it."
"Yep! Just like that! Now you need to make what I call an ear-to-ear cut. Imagine you are filleting a fish and slicing it wide open."
As instructed, I point the knife to the side of the neck, tilting it slightly so that it matches the curvature of the area. It feels weird holding a sharp object when Rachel holds up a body, but I try my best to focus.
"That's a good place to start. Plunge it in! Don't worry! There will be blood. That's why I turned on the water!"
With one hand grabbing the back of the corpse's head to stabilize, I slowly pull the blade around the jaw, creating a deep cut. When the metal enters the skin, a gush of warm blood pours out, drenching my entire body in a disgusting, viscous liquid. Immediately, a familiar metallic smell punches my nostrils with its repulsive stench.
"Ptue!! Ptue!!" Even with the water constantly washing away everything, keeping a straight face after what just happened is still impossible.
"That's it! You're doing great! Keep going! Slice it bigger, sever all the veins and arteries so we can drain the blood faster." That blond-haired girl certainly has a different opinion about this job than me.
"..."
In my hands, the blade continues to move under Rachel's guidance. Soon after, the ligaments and muscles are detached as the head is about to be severed from the body. We only need to cut off the spine to finish off the beheading. On the floor, various parts of flesh that I can not name can be seen. Thanks to the water pouring down constantly, it was easy to see where to cut, making it less time-consuming.
Regardless, Rachel abruptly stops and stares at my face for a second.
"Look at you!!! Bwahahahaha! You look ridiculous!!! BWAHAHAHAHA!!!" Unable to drop the body to the floor, Rachel stands and laughs like a maniac.
"All that blood clearly is not good for your skin tone and hair color, class rep! Your face is totally covered in blood! Only your amber eyes are showing up! You look like a drowned puppy! A-and...Even that....pft...you can't open your eyes normally!! Hahahaha! This is killing me, honestly!!"
The violent splashing sound of water into the shower floor almost drowns Rachel's voice. Yet, it somehow can not erase the excitement in her words. She seems...hysterical, almost. In this instance, Rachel's eyes are not something everyone will ever see. Deep within those pupils is a chaotic mixture of excitement, rage, and disdain beyond comprehension. There is no concept in this world that can fully describe what lies beneath those aquamarine colors of hers. Something...inconspicuous.
Inhuman.
"Hardy har har." I can hear veins popping up on my forehead. Strangely enough, her laughter directed at me in these...particular... circumstances is not too unbearable. I feel a little mad since the blood will be horrendous to clean. The smell is not something I would wear in perfume, either!
"Okay, don't worry about the spine. I will chop it off once we are done. Let's focus on the intestines next."
Suddenly, I have a genius idea to get revenge.
"So there is this part that is called solar plexus. You need to cut from the center of the chest down to the anus. Do it slowly, or everything will spill out, and who knows what is inside these corpses. I don't think these people eat, though."
*Chik*
The blade enters the stomach, not the solar plexus thing Rachel is talking about.
"Eh? Laura? What are you doing?"
"Revenge."
Right after, I pull the knife horizontally, cutting the abdomen wide open. Instantly, reddish intestines drop out on the floor.
"Wait...wait...wait!!!! NOOOOOO!!! EEeeeeeeeew!!!!"
And that is how I give Rachel an intestine necklace. Not my best work, but I will give it a 7/10.