[Depraved]

Choking and spitting, Vera-Ellen swam back up into consciousness. She could feel the heavy weight of Clem's body still lying partway on her, and the slick warmth of his entrails wrapped around her. Sliding around in his vital juices, she stretched and opened her eyes.
She screamed when she saw Clem's face staring down at her, then narrowed her eyes in suspiscion at the slack expression it wore. Noticing the fresh blood running down the forehead, she leaned her head back and laughed out loud.
"Oh, very fucking funny..."
From behind the mask he'd made of Clem's skinned face, Cheever just stared at Vera-Ellen. Taken aback at Vera-Ellen's far from typical response, he just stared as she pushed Clem's corpse off of her and drew herself upright. He made no argument when she took the beer he'd been pouring on her face, and just watched her as she drank it down.
Looking down at the partly flayed Clem's bloodstained remains, she wiped her face with her hand, and laughed again.
"I thought I was a goner there...glad you stepped in"
A hard look crept across her face as she regarded him with suspiscion.
"Now, why exactly did you help me?"

Cheever pushed the mask up over his face, resting it on the top of his head in a mashed pile of twisted features. He shut his eyes and wiped at the blood slicking his face before meeting her gaze with a strange question burning behind deceptively lovely blue eyes.
"Guess I couldn't stand seeing a pretty girl like you get hurt..."
Vera-Ellen stared at him for a moment, incredulous; she laughed again.
"Oh, try another one on me, you fucking joker!"
His jaw dropped as she continued.
"I'd bet you cash money that a fucking joker like you doesn't do favors for anyone."
She smirked at him, then smiled enticingly.
"Unless there was a little something in it for you, of course."
Vera-Ellen sat down on the end of the bureau, and indicated the pile.
"Care to partake?"
She scooped up some of the white powder in in her hand, and held it out to him with an innocent smile. He took a step toward her, and leaned forward. She flung the handful of cocaine into his eyes and tackled him with a howling scream. She wrestled him to the ground as he choked and sputtered, fighting him for possesion of her knife. Blade secure in her hand, she rolled away in a quick movement, leaving him rolling around on the carpet with his hands over his face and hollering.
"Shit! Fuck! Shit! Fuck!"