FallenHeart
12-20-2004, 09:57 PM
A dead man walks into a bar, rotten eyes moving from left to right in the bare bone of his eyesockets. No one notices him as he walks over to the bar counter and takes a seat. The barkeep comes over to him, cleaning a glass while reading a magazine. She chews her gum much like a cow, jaw up, jaw down, jaw up, jaw down.
"What'll it be?" she asks in a dreary voice.
The dead man trys to speak, but the flesh around his mouth has already rotted away. He sighs and taps his claws on the counter. The woman slowly looks up at him, mouth still chewing. She freezes for just a moment before nodding and taking out a menu.
"Here, just point." she says.
The dead man points to the logo for the beer co. Brisky. The woman reaches under the counter and gives him the bottle.
"So, you a dead man?" she asks.
He grips the bottle with his rotten claws and nods. She chuckles and turns back to her magazine.
"We get your kind here all the time, but they are not all so far in the grave as you."
The dead man bites the cap off the bottle and chugs it. The woman glances at him, listening to the liquid sink down into his rotten belly. She leans on one arm, closing the magazine.
"Can you taste it?" she asks.
The dead man lowers the empty bottle and shakes his head. The one eye that still has the lids blinks once than closes. A bit of rotten skin drips off onto the counter from his chin.
The woman wipes it up and continues to talk.
"So why drink?" she asks.
The dead man opens the eye and turns it to the ceiling. She watches him swallow, muscles visible under the tattered throat. He opens his mouth to speak again, but remebers that not having any lips prohibits his speech, so he closes his jaw and shrugs.
The woman nods and goes on with her chewing while talking crudly.
"Yeah, just for the hell of it. Well, I am just as dead as you my friend. We all are in this dark world. So, why have you risen from your grave?"
The dead man digs into his pocket and takes out a pendant and hands it to her. She takes it and looks it over. The silver flashes with life that swirls around the goddess figurette in the center. She smiles and hands it back to the dead man.
"Life, I see. That pendant is your life, but somehow you have lost the will to hold on to it's power." she says.
The dead man slips the pendant on. His flesh claws back into place and fills out into a handsome face. The woman jumps up as he comes alive before her eyes.
He gets up from the bar and grins at her with such beauty that she is spell bound for just a second.
"How did you do that?" she asks.
He brushes his black hair from his face and chuckles.
"You were not as dead inside as you thought, your soul is alive enough to give me life once more." his voice is deep with power.
The woman looks down at her hands and watches as they become rotted claws. She looks back to the alive man, he grins again and lifts up the pendant, the silver goddess is now a black skeleton.
"You touched my life and sparked it anew by letting go of your soul into it. Now, your life force is mine. Thank you my dear." he says.
The woman holds out her rotten hand to him, slowly rotting eyes glaring. He laughs and digs into his pocket.
"Silly me, your tip, I almost forgot. Here." he hands her a wad of money and leaves. The dead woman pockets the money and turns back down to reading her magazine as a piece of flesh falls from her face onto the counter. Quickly, she wipes it up.
There is no point to this story, so don't ask.
"What'll it be?" she asks in a dreary voice.
The dead man trys to speak, but the flesh around his mouth has already rotted away. He sighs and taps his claws on the counter. The woman slowly looks up at him, mouth still chewing. She freezes for just a moment before nodding and taking out a menu.
"Here, just point." she says.
The dead man points to the logo for the beer co. Brisky. The woman reaches under the counter and gives him the bottle.
"So, you a dead man?" she asks.
He grips the bottle with his rotten claws and nods. She chuckles and turns back to her magazine.
"We get your kind here all the time, but they are not all so far in the grave as you."
The dead man bites the cap off the bottle and chugs it. The woman glances at him, listening to the liquid sink down into his rotten belly. She leans on one arm, closing the magazine.
"Can you taste it?" she asks.
The dead man lowers the empty bottle and shakes his head. The one eye that still has the lids blinks once than closes. A bit of rotten skin drips off onto the counter from his chin.
The woman wipes it up and continues to talk.
"So why drink?" she asks.
The dead man opens the eye and turns it to the ceiling. She watches him swallow, muscles visible under the tattered throat. He opens his mouth to speak again, but remebers that not having any lips prohibits his speech, so he closes his jaw and shrugs.
The woman nods and goes on with her chewing while talking crudly.
"Yeah, just for the hell of it. Well, I am just as dead as you my friend. We all are in this dark world. So, why have you risen from your grave?"
The dead man digs into his pocket and takes out a pendant and hands it to her. She takes it and looks it over. The silver flashes with life that swirls around the goddess figurette in the center. She smiles and hands it back to the dead man.
"Life, I see. That pendant is your life, but somehow you have lost the will to hold on to it's power." she says.
The dead man slips the pendant on. His flesh claws back into place and fills out into a handsome face. The woman jumps up as he comes alive before her eyes.
He gets up from the bar and grins at her with such beauty that she is spell bound for just a second.
"How did you do that?" she asks.
He brushes his black hair from his face and chuckles.
"You were not as dead inside as you thought, your soul is alive enough to give me life once more." his voice is deep with power.
The woman looks down at her hands and watches as they become rotted claws. She looks back to the alive man, he grins again and lifts up the pendant, the silver goddess is now a black skeleton.
"You touched my life and sparked it anew by letting go of your soul into it. Now, your life force is mine. Thank you my dear." he says.
The woman holds out her rotten hand to him, slowly rotting eyes glaring. He laughs and digs into his pocket.
"Silly me, your tip, I almost forgot. Here." he hands her a wad of money and leaves. The dead woman pockets the money and turns back down to reading her magazine as a piece of flesh falls from her face onto the counter. Quickly, she wipes it up.
There is no point to this story, so don't ask.