7/24/09

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7/11/09

Common reaction...

He slipped into her lover's body. It would be easier, quieter with a familiar face. He laid there for a moment, watching her, wondering what it was that had her so entranced. A pang of guilt almost stopped him from rising slowly to his feet...almost stopped him. His footsteps were mute to her ears, she wore the Skullcandy headphones snuggly on her ears, pushing back her wild morning hair...

He inched forward, like the predator he had become. He knew with one precise motion it would be over. Hovering closer, he smelled the remanence of her lavender perfume from last night. It stung him, close to this human's heart. This body he'd taken over, one of the pitfalls of using such a personal technique. He shoveled the thoughts of remorse further back into his mind, knowing fully that this was his job and there was no way around it.

He felt a single bead of sweat form at the nape of his neck and make the slow descent down his bare chest. Time was running short, with one careful movement he wrapped his arms tightly around her from behind. Her head tilted back, a long, wide smile spread across her face. She was welcoming his warmth, a face, belonging to a man so close and tender to her heart there was no reservation in the intimate gesture.

Grabbing tighter, he slowly moved his arms up her body, releasing enough for his hands to slide onto her fragile, human neck...her eyes fell back to the computer screen, a slight sigh escaping her lips. She was unaware of the underlying undertone, too wrapped up in a lover's embrace. He leaned forward, putting his face to the crown of her head kissing firmly atop her raven black hair. He mused her, then broke her.
He broke her into a thousand tiny pieces...

Her limp body, slid slightly forward in the chair, lifeless, unmoving. Once again, he had done his job, flawlessly without effort.

He returned her lover's body back to the bed, let it fall into a sleeping position. Slowly regaining the life that had been put on pause. He used others without regret, framed them without thought.

He hovered above the bedroom, looking once at her sleeping lover and again at her. Unmoving, dead.

He was a reaper. There was no room for compassion.
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"Dreams Like That" - 7.11.2009 - 6am - xo, K



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