ALTERNATIVE PROLOUGE II
The moon shined brightly through the trees, cries of pain disturbed the silences that usually dominated the forest. Birds flew out of the trees, and creatures scurried through the damp leaves, trying to get away from the wooden building that occupied the clearing.
The black door to the building opened up with a loud bang. A dark skinned man, with black uneven cut hair, wearing nothing but what looked like faded blue jeans, and sort of vest made out of pale, blood soaked flesh, carried a struggling body, in his arms.
The man’s face was twisted in glee, as he stared down on the person he was carrying.
Yet, it was not completely a person. His, a male by the look of it, arms were cleanly cut off to the elbow, and his legs were cut off to the knee. Blood gushed out of the nubs; the male struggled and twitched with pain. He would soon die of blood loss.
The man carried the body to a sort of ditch, and threw it in.
“Wait!” The injured male moaned, stretching a nub upwards towards the other male.
The cannibal simply grinned wider, and turned to see a wolf bounding towards the ditch.
“Dinner time my love.” The cannibal said to the growling dog.
The wolf bared his teeth and jumped into the ditch. The man inside screamed loudly as the wolf bit into his face.
“Help!” The male cried, his voice muffled by the wolf. He didn’t yell for long. The dog ripped out his tongue and chewed on it before spitting it out to feast on the rest of the body.
“Quit fucking around!” A raspy voice suddenly said to the cannibal that was watching the dog.
Another dark skinned man stood beside the ditch. He was a tall, and brawn man, with long white hair, a beaky nose, with rotten sharpened teeth sticking out over his lips.
“Sorry.” The cannibal apologized to him. He ran into the building and closed the door.
The older cannibal climbed down into the ditch, and chuckled at the sight of the dog. He grabbed the same body and tilted the eaten face upwards, where the neck was exposed. Baring his teeth, he bit into the neck. He chewed on the raw human flesh, blood trickled down his chin.
“Good boy.” The cannibal said to the wolf. He scratched the wolf’s ears, and continued to feast.
The neck was soon completely eaten, a scrap of flesh clinged onto the bone.
Standing up, the man smiled and greedily licked his lips. He climbed out of the ditch and made his way into the building, slamming the door closed behind him.
Inside, the building was dark, except for the flickering of old fashioned lamps. A faint smell of rotten flesh, and blood filled the air.
The older cannibal walked through the hallways, where doors were set along on each side, and you could hear human presence inside of them.
He made his way to last door alongside the hallway; he opened it up and stepped in.
Inside were many mechanical devices, and a couple of human bodies were thrown carelessly into the corner. The younger cannibal who had previously been outside, looked up and saw the other man.
He quickly grabbed a badly burned female body, and slung it over his shoulder, and walked out of the room.
The man looked around the room, and walked over to the bodies. One twitched, it was small, but the man grinned all the same.
He kicked a few bodies aside, and came to see it was a woman who had moved. Her eyes widened, as the cannibal stared down at her.
“It seems your not dead yet.” He said, smiling. And with that, he grabbed the woman and threw her onto a large metal chair connected to a mechanical device overhead.
The man began tying the woman up, while tears streamed down her face. She opened her mouth to speak, but only a gurgling sound came out. Her tongue, or what was left of it, had been cut out.
The cannibal walked over to a sort of switch control, and pressed a couple of buttons.
The device lowered it self to her mouth, thin wires were connected to it with what looked like hooks attached to the end of them.
The older cannibal went over to her, and forced the woman’s mouth open. He inserted the hooks in her lips, making the woman cry out in agony. The hooks attached forced her mouth to stay open.
The man looked around the room, and smiled when he saw a can of what looked like gasoline. He grabbed it and, and made his way back over to the woman. The woman’s eyes opened wider, she screamed as loud as she could, as the cannibal poured the gasoline down her throat. He stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled out a match.
“Bye bye...” He said, in a voice full of contempt. And with that, he struck the match on his pants and threw it in the woman’s mouth.
Her screams filled the room, but the cannibal’s laughter drowned them out.
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Footsteps were heard in the hallway. A girl with eyes close to her nose, and a large woman with a hump on her back were dragging an unconscious body of a middle age man into a room.
The woman whispered instructions to the girl, and helped her daughter set the man on a sort of operating table. The girl tied the man to the table, and followed her mother outside of the room. Soon another person entered the room. This cannibal had large muscles, bulging from behind his shirt. He had a large nose that seemed to close to his upper lip and what looked like, a third eye.
The man went over to a shelf full of tools, and grabbed a kind of cheese grater. He walked back over to the man and proportioned his head, so it was facing the ceiling. The cannibal shook the man, to wake him, and the man woke up with a start.
“Who are you? Let me go!” The man’s eyes widened when he seen the other mans face. The cannibal said nothing, he allowed the man to panic.
The cannibal smiled evily, and grabbed the man’s head. “Hey! What are you doing?!” He cried out.
The cannibal lifted up the grater and began roughly rubbing the man’s face with it. The man screamed loudly as flesh was peeled off. The cannibal did this for a few more minutes, and then looked at his handy work. His face was mutated, the skin was bloody, and folds of flesh were peeled off, and layed against the table. His eye ball was dangling out of the socket, and the man’s lips were completely cut open. Yet he wasn’t dead.
The cannibal went back over to the equipment table and took a large knife from one of the shelves. He made his way, back, lifted up the knife and brought it down to the man’s stomach. The cannibal cut it open, and a rotten stench filled the room.
The man gave one last gasp, and was soon dead. The cannibal grinned when he seen the man’s insides, he grabbed his guts and chomped down on them, licking his lips greedily when he was finished.
The cannibal turned and looked over at the door; seeing it was still closed he leaned down and began to eat.
Suddenly the door slammed open, the thin and puny cannibal male from outside, walked in dragging a beautiful naked, unconscious female. The older man looked around and smiled when he saw what his brother was carrying.
“Give her to me, Ignor.” The older brother told his younger brother.
“No!” Ignor yelled. He dragged the woman to a corner and began scanning her body with his eyes. The older cannibal scowled and grabbed his younger brother, and threw him across the room.
“Fuck you, Mump!” Ignor screamed, while crawling out the door.
Mump laughed, got on his knees beside the woman. He set his hand on her leg, and trailed his fingers up her dress. Suddenly, the woman gave a little cry. She sat up and saw Mump beside her.
She opened her mouth and screamed, trying to get away. Mump grabbed the woman’s arm and wrenched her down near his face.
“LET GO OF ME!” The woman yelled. She pulled her arm back and punched him in the face as hard as she could. Mump hadn’t expected this. He starred at her for a moment, as the woman attempted to free her arm.
Mump slapped her face, and the woman crumpled to the ground. She gave a little gasp, when she hit her head against the hard woodened floor. Getting to her feet, the woman clawed at Mumps face leaving a few scratches, as he attempted to get her back to the ground.
The woman was still screaming, Mump looked around and saw a large machete. He grabbed it, and pushed the woman back on the ground. The woman attempted to get back up, but Mump held her down, raised his arm and brought the machete down on her neck. Her head rolled a few feet away from her body, its mouth, hanging open.
Mump threw down the machete, and pulled the body to him, he then took the women and raped the corpse Mump laughed gleefully, and allowed the body to fall to the ground.
He opened the door and walked out, zipping the zipper on his pants.
Soon the door opened again. Ignor ran to the woman’s body, and pulled out a sharp knife, He knelt down and ran the knife down her skin and removed what seemed like every last piece of flesh from the bone. And a few minutes later, he lifted up some fingers sticking one in his mouth and chewing on it and tucked the rest into his pocket, and walked back out of the room.
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