There was another murder in the night hours, that’s what the boss says anyway. A Lak walkin home from a typical night out in the redlight district. Just a lil tipsy and a couple drinks away from being blasted past the astro belt. Not that it sounds like a bad time, however no one's really sure what happened next. Either way it was all fucky and definitely not pleasant, I mean it’s a murder and I'm supposedly obliged to say that it’s not good…definitely not good…
Gotta feel bad for the clean up crew though…Oh wait! I'm a part of it…I feel for the Lak and its clutch, but that doesn't mean I want to help flush out its flesh from the inside of a pipe, nor do I wanna imagine how that's even possible. Yet, here I am flushing out the pipe with cleaning fluid, watching as the flesh bubbles up further to the surface and stretch like chewed up gum at the bottom of my boot. I…I don’t really think it’s supposed to do that, and I’m not really sure if I should bring it up to management. Then again it’s not like I get paid enough to deal with this bullshit; so I'll just leave it to someone else, surely they’ll bring it up? Or not…
Wearily I glance back at the others and watch as they place chunks of unprocessed meat into trash bags to be disposed of in one of the city's many furnaces. I’ve never seen meat bounce and jiggle like those small cheap candies you get from vending machines before. It’s strange, and makes my maw water. Perhaps I can get one before turning in? Strawberry and pomegranate sounds divine right about now, or bacon! Bacon definitely sounds about good right now…
The air in my lungs contracts and I choke on my spit as I'm pushed forward as a large weight leans on my shoulders. Sputtering, I incline my head to peer at Boss. A behemoth of a fucker with muscle atop muscle stacked upon each other to the point where it borders on being beyond absurd…Wouldn’t be surprised if Boss could benchpress my body into a pipe, then I wouldn’t really have to ponder how a good portion of that Lak got shoved in one. It would save me a measly amount of sleepless nights from just being plagued with the thought. Though then again there probably is more than one way to be shoved into a bunch of thin pipes…
“Oi! Zaza what's goin through that damn near empty head of yer? I can just hear that empty pit ye call ya gut rumblin louder than an engine bout to explode!” Boss leans forward a bit to peer into the pipe as red and pink clumps pop and sizzle out onto the ground near our feet. “Appetizing…” Boss inclines his head back, and I can somewhat spot a broad grin spread across his flat face with his flat teeth.
“Yeh, more appetizing than that slog wash y call cookin Boss man…” To emphasize my point I wave my arms around wildly, only to end up drenching the nearby wall with the cleaning solution I was spraying down one of the pipes…”Ta fuck they putting in this shat?” I mummer as I watch the liquid sizzle and spit across the brick wall. Slowly I turn to peer up at Boss whom is just staring at me. “Tis crap why that so-called stew y made earlier melted though the pot and the floor Boss?”
“...Neh, my cooking is just that good, not even damn cold hard steel could handle it Za!” Snorting Boss inclines his flat head back to look back at the pipe. “Not my mother damn near fault ain’t none of y twigs know what's y good!” There was a brief pause as he turned to look at me again, I can just see his beady eyes squinting down at me. “Especially y Zaza…especially y…”
There was a sudden high pitched noise breaking us up from our exchange. Like clockwork we both turned to the culprit, Boss just leaned back a bit and tilted his head, confused possibly. And I just bent forward a bit to peer around the big bastard's side to see what's going on. One of the crew is scrambling away from one of the trashbags, and said contents of the bag are once again spread out all over the ground…Cringing internally at the mess that was partially cleaned not too long ago, I can’t help but snigger at the sight. The wet tissue appears to be twitching, wet and pulsing in place on the ground. A part of me can’t help but feel like it’s slowly inching closer and closer to me. Impulsively I glance back at the pipes I was flushing out not long ago, and then to the hose that I’m still holding. Maybe I should just continue what I was doing before being so rudely interrupted by the Boss man…
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“TE HELL Y DOIN LAD? Supposed to be cleanin the mess, not making it worse boy!” Boss motioned to the newly remade mess as he spoke before motioning to the culprit Right…or his twin Left to explain the disarray of meat everywhere once again…
“Uhh I…I it, IT TOUCHED ME BOSS!” Right blabbered out as he stumbled behind his sister who just looked as perplexed as everyone else.
Even if no one was looking my way, I can just feel eyes peeling away layer after layer of my being and staring into my very core. Cocking my head to the side I listen as big Boss sighs in resigned frustration. As I point the hose back in the pipe, and watch once again as more meat bulges to the surface past the pipes opening. The sound of wet popping meat is much more preferable than the feeling of being stared down…
Oh, poor Right…Poor little thing…
“To the void below, WHAT do y mean it touched y? It’s a bloody corpse…One that’s most likely stinking up what lil sense y even got in that head of yer!”
“I…IT DID! TELLING YOU BOSS IT DID! IT JUST…JUST REACHED OUT TA BAG AND TOUCHED ME HAND IT DID! I SWEAR IT DID TOO BOSS!” Right shuddered as he looked around then back to his sister, as though he couldn’t look anyone in the eyes. “Sis, you saw it to right?” There was a brief awkward pause before Right stumbled to repeat himself again asking for confirmation. “Right?”
“Eh? I uh…I wasn’t paying attention lil bro…was distracted a bit…sorry?” Left stumbled on her words a bit as she motioned to one of the buildings nearby, specifically the pictures that advertise it’s…contents…before shrugging. There was some snickering from her response, and how Right deflated where he stood.
“I, I…M sorry, i’ll–”
“No, it’s fine lad…Just go sit n rest. Y clearly need it boy…” Boss sighed as he waved Right off before turning to look at the fleshy mess at his feet. “Ehh, Za y done with those pipes over ter?”
“Neh, would’ve been if some of y assholes would help…”
“Little too short staffed here Zaza…sure y ain’t done? Y been cleanin that same damn pipe for a while now…” Boss didn’t look up from the ground as he spoke before continuing. “Lak’s don’t got that much meat on em…them higher ups didn’t get em mixed up y?”
“Why y asking me? I don’t know Boss? Maybe tha Lak got some funky mod or somethin…probably just had more to em than usual…” Boss looked thoughtful at my response for a bit before shrugging as he retrieved the trash bag Right was using.
“Probably right…Just this is strange, even for me. Gotta admit it too Za, everythin has been gettin real strange as of late…” Frowning Boss looked back to Right who is now sitting a bit away. “Eugh, gotta write a damn report later bout this crap though…” Rubbing his face tiredly, Boss then looks at me again with a gleam in his red eyes. “Ay, y don’t mind written it for me Za? Just like old times, right?” I can just hear his grin, and I just glare at him.
“Fuck off y fuckin lazy ass cheap whore cu–”
“Buy y some booze at that pub y like y? Calmior balinor y?”
“Fine…”
“Still donna deduct y pay for wasting product.”
“Fuck y”