Sexual intercourse. The moans and cries are acts perpetrated for a single goal.
Satisfaction. Love and lies is all that occurred during this interaction between two or more individuals. Satisfaction must be earned to get the reward. However, these acts rarely transpired in the blue sports closet planted on the turf field to this rundown school.
The moans are faked, and the cries are an act. Over the past four years she had gotten great at this routine. Although graduated, she realized that her money had been getting considerably low due to recent transactions. Today eight men were lying all over the room, some on beams, others in a heap on the dirtied floor. Luckily her past victims never left, allowing for her to take them up on a favor.
'CLACK! Chit-CLACK! SNAP! SNAP!' The flash to the camera goes off again and again. No one notices except the two girls. Flash after flash captures the student's disheveled bodies. Enough to get them expelled, humiliated for life. This system was how the two of them made their money. The first used her lust and illusionary ability to draw them in, the second cloaked herself then snapped away once they had all been drained.
A perfect set-up for the perfect crime. Blackmailed and further victims will account for a steady income. Of course, there had been hiccups in the past with some overly strong and quick-witted boys, but what can they do when no evolved are listed on the registrar?
The woman on top of the last man makes no noise instead staring at the one beneath her. She gyrates her hips flexing her thighs in sequence to apply pressure at the correct moment. If she so wished, she could release a yawn from those peachy lips. Boredom encompassed the act for her while pain inflicted the target. She needed the cash, so she worked.
Her flowing red hair loosely hung over her shoulders. Only undressed from the waist down she shows her clear contempt with the stare she gave the mop-haired boy in the far corner. A past victim who had arranged this meetup.
Beneath her, the boy finally collapsed, losing his sanity. She suddenly pounced from the victim, now standing within an inch of the other. Her height eclipsed him. Many considered her to be a giant and a natural asset to her volleyball team. Talent wasted on a mediocre team.
"We're done, right? Our arrangement is over and you'll get rid of the photos right?" All she did was stare. Studying the boy. Sweat ran from his face and blots of darkness stained his armpits and protruding belly. A simile came to her mind, "You're like a pig being spit roasted over a fire." Spoken in a monotone compassion the boy felt a cold shiver run down his spine.
She removed the photos from her purse then flung them at the boy. Relief washed over him as he fell to the floor shoveling them up ensuring not to touch the leftovers from the sin taken place.
He had to burn them immediately.
The boy ran out of the room, down the length of the field and hopped over the fence. Gone. He had more than just those photos to worry about. He had just lured eight of the toughest kids in his class to be raped and blackmailed. Maybe he will move or stop coming to school?
The woman was disgusted in doing this. Yet, there was little a youth dropout could do for cash.
"Oh, yeeeeeaaaaah! These are some good ones." The other girl ogled at her artistic work. Her bubblegum pink hair matted down by the moisture of the room along with a helping of grease that polished the countless piercings stuck from her face emphasized the debased atmosphere of the shed. "Nice composition and the lighting is just perfect. MWAH!" She kissed the last picture leaving an imprint of her painted cerulean lips.
The woman left, solemnly shifting down the road. Her small coat was not warm enough to keep the harsh wind aback. Dark clouds overhead told the harrowing tale of rain and lightning. She cowered on nights of lightning. The small one room apartment she lived in was always cold and made the boom of thunder that much more frightening. A chilling sweat would break out as the goosebumps arrived on those nights. Images of her father being ravaged by the mutts and decrepit homeless come to surface, meanwhile, her brother laughing all the while at the scenery.
'Oh no', a droplet of water dotted her hand.
Leaves kicked up from the street, dirtied by unrepair and ruin. These maple leaves found their way high up into the stratosphere as if to mock her from the plight of the heavens. She did not believe in a God or THE God. Many times, she attempted to read the Bible, Quran, and Tanakh, but she always quit. It was something so profoundly good that it had to be a fallacy. No other worldly being could look down on this planet and say all is right. No one could possibly foresee the torment and agree that it is all going according to THE plan.
Her feet carried her from the school to the neighboring apartment, then to the subway, to a mall, and finally upon a park resembling the street from an hour ago. Shrubberies overgrown and grass so long it clawed at her knees. The woman plopped herself onto the bench made of rotting wood. She remembered how her father had brought her brother and her to this park before his passing.
Even then it had been ugly, an inner beauty could still be found. This was her safe place. No one came here and no one would bother her.
'Crack!' Distant thunder forced a jump from her shaking the parted hair about to reveal the long scar running down the center of her face separating beauty from an inner fracture. She sometimes touched this scar recounting her father making it all right in the world. The way he would explain how birth is a dangerous process that inflicts harm on both parties. Her harm had been external while her mother's was internal.
Her safe place allowed her to remember these moments with clarity. To get away from the stress of her debt and fear of the lightning. So, why was it different today? It shouldn't be.
Exuding a shakily blue breath ached by cold she saw a shadow not far away. "Mister, may I talk with you?" The woman asked. A man perked up from around a red thorned bush. His skin was completely black with no semblance of a face. Even so, the woman could tell that he was nervous due to the jitter of his wrist.
Placing her hand on the bench she said, "You seem to be in need of help. Would you like to sit with me." She commonly experienced how a man's eyes would float to the short skirt she wore then revealing top, but she felt no such judgment or perverse inclination from this person.
As if debating the proposal, the man waited, watching her closely to see if it was a trick or not. A black hole appeared near the cleft chin on the man's face, "Why would I be in need of help?"
Screwing up her face the woman brought a thoughtful hand to her own chin deciding on that factor. "I don't know. Just something feels off." A smile spread across her plump lips, "Would you like to tell me what's on your mind?" The man waited another second or so before finding his way to the bench.
He hadn't noticed before, but dark circles flooded beneath her eyes. She wasn't one to wear makeup for she never needed to. The lines of sleep and work only served to emphasize a greater beauty many would find novelesque if not for the scar. The wind passed by unceremoniously clearing the scenery of leaves to one of dark green grass beneath them.
The woman cleared her throat, "So… I don't usually see anyone come around here." His face looked down at her. Even without eyes his stare was still merciless, yet a slight amount of warmth could be sensed. "What brings you to this park today?"
A black hole appeared again, "I came to reminisce." The man's voice was shaky and sounded like nails on a chalkboard. She pitied the man; his appearance undoubtedly brought more stares than she could ever handle. Such were the torture many deemed the Incomplete suffered from. Those who adopted a physical trait along with their ability, this could range anywhere from metallic skin to a full physique of animalistic characteristics. But judging from his lack of an aura this man may have fallen on the worst of combinations which resulted in a suppression of his abilities.
"My job has been terrible lately. This seemed like a good place to rest."
A job. The woman wondered what it was like to work a nine-to-five job each day. Participate in a boring cycle until death. To her this cycle would be a better change.
"Have you come to this place in the past?"
"No, this is my first time. Not many parks where I grew up. Was a good choice 'til I realized how rundown it is." His voice had mellowed out and relaxed. The tension fading away.
"When I was younger this place was much better. My dad and I used to come all the time. It's always been a little trashy but that just makes it all the better!" The man rapped his knuckles on the wooden armrest. For a second he noticed the grim look on the woman's face.
He coughed then spoke, "He… not of this world any longer?"
"No." She meekly responded. "Been few years since. Never forgot though."
Letting a respite build a peace between them again, the man recited, "I'm sure those we have lost have found their way to a greater home. So, I've been told."
"You mean… like god and his heaven," she chuckles then continues, "Seems childish."
"That might be so, but I've always found peace in the greatness of what man can be. God may be a fictional creation by us humans, but I chose to believe because that greater beyond sounds beautiful, doesn't it?" His face had formed a complete expression with a nose, eyes, and toothy grin all composed of the same black gelatin.
The woman was stunned by the man's thoughtfulness. He could see beauty in the slights of life, something she couldn't. "I don't think I can ever get there." She said resolutely.
"Some may not be able to. However, the effort to try is what counts." The man places a hand clasping hers in its grip. Warmth recycled from him into her, producing the faintest of blushes to pronounce itself on her cheeks. "I still believe you haven't told me why you came to this park."
Shying away, the woman covered her face with an arm attempting to rub away the redness. "Oh… I guess I haven't. Well, I was thinking of just leaving this place. Hopping on the next train and escaping from this terrible city." The clouds had grown darker.
His voice deepened in seriousness. His eyes unmistakenly glanced at the woman another time just realizing her getup. "I see. I wish I could leave like you kids."
"Why? I know working can be hard bu-
"It's not just work!" He suddenly interrupted in a fitful boom of his temper, "Sorry… There a' days when you just get stressed by it all…"
Gripping his hand this time the girl gave him comfort and reassurance. "That's ok. I'm not so weak as to cry at some loud words. Ah!" A flash of lightning accompanied in succession by the explosion of thunder turned her face nearly blue, but the touch of their hands made her stop from vomiting.
The man's face returned to the solitary circle of his mouth. "Some bad things have happened lately. I put my family in danger." The talk of family made her shrink in the corner of the bench seat. "I've done such a stupid thing. We were going to have our anniversary and I ruined it for her."
"What happened?" For the first time in her life the woman felt like someone needed her. She stared deeply into the blotted darkness of the man's face.
He clutched her even tighter, "I racked up too much debt. They came and took the two of them." He was near tears signaled by the constant sniffling of a bygone nostril. She used her free hand to rummage around inside her purse until she found crumpled up tissues. A second's thought persuaded her from giving them to the man. When she looked back, she saw that the man had a knowing expression on his face and waved off her attempt. "I have to do some ghastly things to get them back. I came here to find guidance."
The two crossed glances. In a pure instinctual move, they embraced one another. She ascertained familiarity between their souls. "My father was much the same. Decisive and stayed by our side even in the hardest of times. I believe someone who can do the same for his family should do so."
They removed themselves from the bench at the same time. Smiling, the man stated, "Well, I guess I'll have to get it done. Soon I may be able to get them back." A demon of cheer had taken over within him. The clouds overhead still hung low and possibly darker than ever, but she could not hear the shrieks of thunder nor see the terrible flashes of light. "What will you do, then?"
"My debt is steep as well, but I'm gonna pack my bags and leave tonight. It's not like they'll search for me in another country, right?" A grin pecked at her lips.
Laughing, the man applauded her resoluteness, "No, they probably won't."
Picking up her purse she whipped out her phone and caught that approximately an hour had passed which felt awfully wrong to her. How could such a brief conversation go on for such a time? She would need to move quickly if she were to catch the last train ride out. Grabbing onto her purse she said to the man, "Thank you so much. I think you've helped me more than I could for you. "
"Nonsense." the man waved off the gesture of humbleness. "You've done enough."
The woman turned to leave but remembered, "What will you do sir?"
"Oh, I'll just have to keep going by their game. Can't last for that much longer." Leaning closer he whispered, "They'll just get bored." The two smiled.
However, the woman's smile quickly turned grim as her skin became pale and the warmth was sucked from her body. "You have a great aura. It's so bright and fluffy…
Unlike mine." The man had kept his aura hidden during their conversation and now it was released as if a simple switch had been flipped. A webbing made of tar took over the woman's body.
Rooted to the ground she had nowhere to run. The man's black hands reached into his pocket withdrawing a bottle in addition to a cloth lined with poppies. It looked to her like a rather elderly woman had painstakingly stitched together the tissue along with the pattern of poppies.
The cap to the bottle opened with a 'POP.' Liquid splashed over the cloth. Slowly the man approached her. Only being able to back into the overgrown hedge she quickly plastered herself against the prickly bush which caught on her fine clothing tearing a hole into the skirt.
"I'm sorry." the man whispered. He shoved the cloth into the woman's nostrils and mouth forcing her to breathe in the scent coming from the liquid. Her powers couldn't activate, neither did her brain. The liquid sunk deep into her mind, tiring her muscles.
Tears dotted her cheeks while her body slackened. However, the tears were not hers instead consisting of a sticky black substance.
She fell into a deep slumber with her eyeballs rolling around within their sockets. All too late did the man realize how heavy the woman was. Her petite appearance was far from the truth.
Mustering whatever strength, he had in his fragile bones; the man flung her body over his left shoulder. Her purse slipped off her shoulder spilling its contents in the muddy grass. A leopard skin wallet tumbled open with cash dirtied by the small streams in the dirt. Then came a stuffed animal of some sort. The man asserted that it had to be a dog but someone else may say a cat with the only difference being the size of the tail.
For a moment he pondered on the evidence but concluded that no one would bother with them. The place was so overgrown and decrepit that not a soul would possibly think of coming here. Hence her mistake. Before today the man had rationalized breaking into her home in order to accomplish the deed.
She had made it all too easy for him. Wiping the tears from his face the man pondered on the words they had exchanged. She had gotten better advice. The young ones never know how to deal with issues themselves these days.
He marched over to the brown Sudan depositing the woman's body into the trunk. Maggots and many other insects swarmed about from within. The results of the others. He hoped this one was different from the snotty ones.
'BOOM!' Thunder crashed overhead causing her body to spasm and weep. Snot lined with saliva leaked from her nostrils and the corners to her mouth. The man took out his handkerchief blotting away the filth from her face.
'She should at least look beautiful going in.'
The trunk snapped shut with a lock echoed by the shot of exhaust coming from car's engine.
Rain nearly flooded the streets making it hard to navigate through. Alas, he managed, finding his path away from the large threatening buildings and onto the quiet road passing by rows upon rows of cemented trees licked across by the smudge of clay.