`John stared at the table. His face was slack, and his eyes were glossy.
"Are.... Are you okay?"
John turned his head up to Maya.
"I just. I just..." John couldn't find the words.
He stuck his hand into his pocket and rifled through it.
John pulled a small blue card from his pocket that had the words Hammer Bank inscribed on it. He placed them on the table in front of Maya.
Maya looked down at the card. Maya looked up at John.
Her brow was furrowed in deep confusion.
"What's this for."
"Pay," John said
Maya took the card without much complaint.
"But….. Why?"
To end a life! To end a life! To end a life! END! END! END! IT IS A SIN!
John couldn't hear a sound past the knives shaking through his mind.
John stared at the table.
Would Maya be next? Was she the next person he would kill?
Murderer
John grabbed the green body of his victim.
John stood up. And he walked away. He had the money. There was no need to stay.
"Wait."
By the time Maya had said that, John had already shuffled out the door.
He'd needed to get an embalmer. And then he needed to make a grave. An opulent grave. One that surpasses all others before it.
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John looked up from the light of his phone. It had started to get into the late hours, and the moon floated in the sky. John didn't have a place to sleep. And he didn't care because he was at the embalmer's office.
The embalmer's office was a strange thing. It was painted entirely yellow. At the top of a building was a red sign with blue letters that read.
Butches embalming
John smiled. This was the place.
John pushed the yellow door to the shop open.
Sitting on the desk of the clinic was a man with a thin face and a greedy smile. He was counting money. And based upon the piles upon piles of cash that he had on his desk. He had a lot of it.
"I love it when people die. I JUST LOVE IT!" Screamed Butch
Butch started looking through his money at a breakneck pace. It was like he was some kind of superhuman.
"Um… Hi?" John awkwardly raised his hand to wave.
Butches head shot up from his cash.
He looked at John.
"And you are here to pay me more I assume?" Butch asked
"Yes." John said
"Okay. Do you pay in debit or credit?"
"Credit."
John pulled one of his victim's credit cards from his pocket.
He shuffled towards butch and handed the credit card to him.
BEEP
Butch scanned the card.
"Okay. So who do you want embalmed."
John lifted up ______'s body from his side.
"______" John said
Butch stared at him for a momment.
"You didn't say anything."
John pointed at ______'s body.
"______"
"Is it that then? Well okay."
John walked towards the counter.
John handed the small body to him. Butch held it with his bare hands. He didn't even hesitate to touch a corpse.
Maybe he was like John. Maybe he was a sinner.
"This will be ready by this morning."
Butch stood up from his chair. He walked into a door at the back of the clinic.
"WOOOOO! Another night of snorting caffeine for me!" Butch yelled as he walked
John could hardly process what Butch had Just said. And frankly. John could hardly care.
This morning. That's all that mattered.
This morning...…
John walked outside of the clinic.
He sat down.
And waited.
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When John fell asleep, he dreamed he was crawling through a bed of thorns. They were cutting through his skin and ripping at his flesh. Yet despite this, he moved. And floating beside him as he did this was a being. One that he didn't know if it was good or evil. It had hurt him. Yet it had cried when he was in pain.
And then the sun was stabbing his eyes.
It was the morning.
John stood up.
He turned around and opened the door to the clinic.
Or at least he tried to. No matter how much he jerked and pulled at the clinic door John couldn't seem to get it to open.
John grit his teeth. He needed to get in. ________was in there. He need to look after _____.
And so John kicked the door down.
He calmly walked into the clinic as the wood of the door cracked underneath him.
John walked into an empty clinic filled with money. Absolutely filled. But John didn't give a pigeon shit about any of that.
"BUTCH! BUTCH!" John bellowed
"BUTCH! BUTCH! BUTCH!"
After a few screams someone finally responded.
"YES!"
Butch marched through the door behind his counter.
He had a leather apron on and a gown under that. There were mechanics goggles on his face and plastic gloves in his hands.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT!" Butch yelled
"GIVE! IT! TO! ME!" John yelled.
Butches face settled.
"Oh. You want the body. Okay. I'll go get it."
Butch turned around and walked through the doorway behind his counter. He came back out with a dragon in his hands.
"Here you go. Also, I'm charging you for the door." Butch said.
John just nodded in response.
"Okay."
John took the dragon from Butch's hands. He scanned the credit card. And then he walked away
______'S body had taken on a slightly more yellow colour after John had embalmed the body
But other than that, it was basically the same.
Okay…. Now I need to get someone to make the grave.
John brought up his phone. What he needed wasn't a grave. It was a statue.
John brought out his phone and searched for statue makers. They would be next.
Soon….. ______'S monument would be made.