Adam and Eve

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

        As I get to my feet, my back feels like someone had stuffed a metal rod up it. My whole body feels sore as hell. I raise my arms, stretching all my sore muscles. I'm back. Back on Earth. How? Last I remember, I was running after some dirty thieves in Purgatory. And then everything went black, bringing me back here. That was strange. I had spoken to others that escaped, and they all remembered the journey to freedom. As I search my surrounding, I discover that all the trees that once formed a circle around me now lay dead. It's as if they had been blown down by some invisible force. I has seen this before, when others had returned. Which means I was yanked out by someone other than myself. I hadn't escaped, I'd been rescued. The question is... By who?

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The dry, brown leaves crunch under my bare feet as I leave the circle of destroyed trees. Looks like whoever brought me back had given me my old meatsuit. A young female with long brown hair and hazel eyes. She has a sturdy frame but looks small and frail. Tough yet innocent. Perfect for me. I had always liked this body from the beginning. She's not wearing any clothes, which could be a problem in the human world. As my feet wander for me, trying to find an exit of sorts, I find myself constantly squinting. Everything's much too bright here. In Purgatory, everything is made with a combination of earth greens, browns, and greys. Here, I’m met with a mix of yellows and greens that form strands of grass. The bark of the trees is a combination of dark browns and greys, chipping roughly on my fingertips. And the sky burns my eyes, the vibrant blue reflecting on my skin. Speaking of skin, I stroke mine, feeling the smoothness of it. It’s been much too long since I’ve had skin. I wasn’t exactly human in Purgatory. Though when back there, my senses were much sharper. Human senses are dull compared to others. As I breath in, I part my lips and whisper,

        “Reditum.”

trying out my newfound, breathy voice. I’m announcing my return, letting my loyal followers know that I’m home.

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After stumbling through dense, dry plains for over an hour, I see a highway up ahead. Finally. Truckers will be driving this highway all day, perfect for me. I break into a jog, almost to the side of the road before stopping. I cross my arms over my bare skin before stepping slowly out to the middle of the dark highway. The sun went down over an hour ago, leaving the landscape cold and dark. This world is entirely different at night. My thoughts are abruptly interrupted as the roar of an engine and flash of headlights startle me. I whip my head to the side to find a large truck about a quarter mile away from me, following the highway straight to me. I smile, getting ready for my plan to take action. Anticipation was filling my stomach, my body’s instincts ready for action. Breathing deeply, I wipe the smile off my face, letting a look of fake worry and innocence overtake it instead. I turn in the direction of the truck and wrap my arms around my chest, waiting in the middle of the highway.

As the driver nears me, surprise registers on his features slowly. First the surprise that a naked girl is standing in front of him and second, that she’s in the middle of the highway and he’s about to run her over. I watch him slam his foot on the brake and the truck slam to stop, only inches away from my face.

The man is quick to shut off the motor and get out of the car. He speed walks around the side of the truck and stops a few feet in front of me. I smirk as the old truck driver’s eyes rack up and down my naked body and finally make their way back to my face. All truck drivers are the same; greedy, rude, and vicious. Men who don’t get enough action at home or don’t have anyone to go home to. They’ll take action wherever they can get it. This particular one wears a leather jacket and torn blue jeans, his green eyes greedily soaking me in. He looks to be about mid-forties, with a scraggly beard that extends past his chin. I uncross my arms and put them behind my back, watching his eyes immediately narrow in on my chest. I put on the most innocent face I can manage and wait a few seconds for his eyes to refocus on my face.

        “I got lost out here in the woods, do you think I can get a ride back to the city?” I ask, waiting as he takes a few seconds to focus enough and answer. He blinks and looks up at my face,

        “Of course, hon. You can hop in the front seat with me.” He croaks, showing his slimy, yellow teeth with a grin. I smile back and shuffle to the front seat, rolling my eyes. Sick bastard. Huh, then again, am I any better? The thought sends a sick smile to my face, which I gladly allow. I climb onto the leather seat as the driver starts the motor again, which fills the space with heat.

        “Sorry darling, but I don’t have any spare clothes to loan ya’.” He states, greedily looking me up and down. Again. I force a smile and respond back,

        “No worries.” before silently gagging to myself. This next part is always the worst. Just as he starts his next sentence, I lean across the dashboard and plant my lips on his. They taste like garlic, which almost sends me over the edge. His breath smells like onions, which was probably part of his dinner. He’s in shock for a moment before kissing me back, making me want to stop right there and throw up in this truck. But I hold on for a few seconds more, waiting as he sloppily pulls over to the side of the road. As he turns to me, I shudder it and pull back, attempting to hide it with a flirty smile. I put up a finger, making him wait as I face the window and with a sudden flurry of movement, send my fist through it. Glass sprinkles to the ground as I stare at my fist in amazement. Glass is stuck is slicing open the skin, sending blood pouring down my arm. But the pain is non existent. My meat suit takes all the pain from me. I missed this. I almost forget about the man next to me but he soon speaks up, interrupting my thoughts.       

         In sharp, quick movements I snatch a piece of glass from the floor and rip it across his throat. This all happened in a couple of seconds, but to me it feels like years. The man’s blood pours down his throat, my hand. Soon he’s lifeless and it all happened in seconds. It only took seconds to end a poor soul’s life. I haven’t moved my hand from his throat, the glass still clutched tightly in my palm. I take my fingers off it one by one, until it falls to the floor. A drop of blood runs down the side, leaving a red stain in it’s wake. The adrenaline is still pumping my blood stream, leaving my heart pounding in my ears and my senses sharpened. His blood is dried on my hand, leaving a stiff feeling throughout my entire body. I hadn’t had that kind of excitement in so long. I blink to focus and shake my head, clearing my mind.

Quickly I turn and look into the back of the truck. A small plastic bowl catches my eyes and I grab it, seeing it’s all I have. It’ll have to do. Turning back to the man, I put the bowl under his neck and attempt to collect all the blood I can. Since I waited so long, the blood already started drying. I won’t have near as much. Foolish. By swirling my finger in the blood and chanting some fancy words in Latin, I create a one way telephone call with any demon in a 50 mile radius. The blood swirls, making a tiny whirlpool in the middle. I lower my lips into it and whisper the two words I know will have the most effect,

 

“Mother’s Home.”