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JAMIE KINN would keep coming back until the place was destroyed. Then they would move on to the next house and then the next and the next. She liked this place— teeth growing white hot in the mouth— she liked it. It was her home. She’d promised herself that she wouldn’t kill again. She could survive on human food indefinitely. It left her a little weak but it kept her alive. Nothing was worth bringing the dogs and the hunters down on her head. Nothing—except this. This. This was worth killing for. She burst through the door. Six stunned faces, pale white in the candlelight. They turned to her in slow motion and she pounced on the one nearest to her. She reached out with her hands and caught him by the face, split his head in half with ease. He fell to the floor, arterial spray surrounding her like an aura. There were screams but it was too late. She heard her pulse in her ears, ecstatic, like the razor edge of an orgasm as she dug her fingers into the next throat and tore it out, lapping up the blood that poured out, black honey. They tried to run. She trapped two in a doorway and mashed their faces together, flattening both into an unrecognizable mess. Their skulls hooked one another and they fell together, gurgling. The next she caught as he bounded for the back door. She leapt on his back, tackling him to the ground. She chewed down the back of his neck, severing his spine with her needle teeth, chewed until his head lay limp, held only by a flap of skin and sinew. The last, the most foolish of all, ran upstairs, cornering himself. She took her time with him, savouring his screams and his soft insides. She sat on the back porch and watched the stars. She had ruined her new clothes already, bloodstained sleeves and chest. Figured. She plucked the cigarette from her mouth and exhaled. It stuck to her fingers, leaving a red honey fingerprint on its white paper. Now she felt foolish going out to buy all that food. She had enough in that house to last her a month as long as she stored it properly. Though in a pinch, a rancid carcass would serve her just fine. The crickets chirped on around her and she sighed contentedly. The house was hers now. Its ownership had rightfully been passed. No one could deny that. It was her home. At that thought she smiled and took another drag on her cigarette.
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Page 5 and 6: JUNE 2013 CLEAN CLOTHES Short Story
Page 7 and 8: Lauren Hasty is a misplaced souther
Page 9 and 10: Charlie ran down the street, bare f
Page 11 and 12: She inhaled deep and then exhaled,
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