What Remains of You

The Morgue

The voice coming out of the things was not natural and together it sounded a horrible ringing in her ears that would not shut off even after they finished the sentence. We have been waiting for you. What the hell did that mean, and how did they know she was coming?! The sentence which should have made her pale in fear and run away only turned it into anger. How dare they try to scare her? She was here for her brother, that was it.

They spoke again. "You are here for your brother, correct?"

Holy shit. How do they know?

Speaking in unison once more, they continued. The voices had a metallic tang to it like its vocal cords had turned to tin and someone was banging on it, creating words.

"To get your brother back you must bring his body and four other bodies with souls to this place. You will not speak of what you are doing, you will not tell anyone, and you must not get caught. If you do, you are no longer in our supervision and you will die in due time before you can tell anyone of what we do. Do you understand?"

She was in too much shock to answer but one thought rang clear through her head. Yes.

"You have three days."

First, they were there, and the next, gone, disappearing with the darkness that surrounded her. Now the light from the small window shined brighter and she could clearly see the warehouse now, bright and deserted of the beings which had been there only a few seconds ago. It all felt like a dream. She was light-headed, a nauseous and dizzying feeling overcoming her. Nothing felt real except for Dennis who was in front of her holding out his hand in welcome. She was about to grab it when he disappeared too, leaving Rebecca confused and slightly elated at seeing him. It was just a mere figment of her imagination but his eyes seemed so pure. She narrowed hers. I will do anything.

She left the warehouse without looking back.

*****

After stopping at a food place on the way back and going to the bathroom she headed to the morgue. She was going to go home after meeting with those things, but she needed to get Dennis' body. She would have to steal it without getting caught, somehow carry his body and place it in the trunk of her car, and get him home without her mom noticing or smelling anything odd. Easy as pie. Next, she would have to find her victims. All of this was for him and it was so worth it, no matter the cost.

The morgue finally came into view. It was a greyish white, pretty fitting for a morgue, and a little ways away from downtown. Perfect. She hoped the people working there would be on their lunch break and it would be an easy transfer of his body. Of course, she would have to hide her face or the security cameras would find out it was her who stole his body. She just hoped luck was on her side.

It was.

Getting the body was actually way easier than she thought it would be. At first, she thought she was going to have to steal him, but once she got inside a lady at a counter asked if she wanted to take her family member's body home for his funeral. After quite a few minutes of filling out paperwork, she was driving home again, her brother in a coffin that her mom had bought in the back seat. He's just sleeping, she thought. I'll see him soon.

She had refused to open it and look at him but she wanted to confirm he was all right. It was actually shocking. They had not yet removed any of his organs and the most confusing part was that he looked completely normal. The only thing different was that he was slightly paler than usual. That should not be possible but it really looked like he was just in a deep sleep.

She tried not to think about it too much and continued her planning for the four-person murder. She could copy Jonathan's way but that just didn't seem right for some reason. Maybe the classic of throwing the bodies into the river? Well, first she had to be able to take them to the warehouse along with Dennis. Where would she keep Dennis in all this? Whatever, she would figure it out. The car entered her driveway and before she decided to bring his body down into the basement, she walked into the house and called for her mom.

"Mom, I'm home," she yelled, doing her best to reach every corner of the house with her voice. No answer. Odd. She just brushed it off assuming she had fallen asleep. That and cooking seemed to be the only things she did nowadays which was fine by her. She shrugged her shoulders and walked back outside to her car. His body was extremely hard to carry, for the coffin weighed a lot more than she anticipated it would. I should have thought this through a little better. It was too late now to change it anyway so she had to roll with what she had. Her muscles bunched up as she carefully brought the coffin down from the trunk onto the driveway. If only it had wheels.

She continued to struggle to bring the heavy thing into the garage which she had opened before taking the coffin out. It made a horrible screeching noise as the wood scraped across the pavement, burning her ears like the voices of the things had done. It was all worth it for him. She took his sleeping form out of the coffin and brought him to the trunk of her car where she placed him carefully, limbs overlapping slightly.

Finally, after fifteen minutes of pure struggling and using the tiny bit of strength she had gained from the few gym classes she had, she finally made it to the garage with the empty coffin. The thought reminded her of school. Her mom had allowed her to take the next week off since the funeral was on a Friday and she would need time to grieve. Her mom did the same with her work.

Oh, Mom, you needn't worry, you won't be grieving for much longer. She smiled at the thought of having Dennis back and patted the coffin beside her. She would have walked to the car and patted his real head but she had seen his sleeping face once already and she didn't want to accidentally wake him up by opening it to the light again. Sighing, she strutted back inside and looked at the time. It was already 4:00 p.m.

Holy crap! I left in the morning and it's already late afternoon. How the time flew! Well, time to go get Dennis back! She stalked to her mom's room and peeked through the door after slowly pushing it open slightly. She was sleeping just as Rebecca had suspected. Good. She walked back to her room and got all dressed up. Finally, she had a plan.

After grabbing the prettiest and only short dress in her closet, she placed her makeup on as best she could then proceeded to smudge it and ruin it. Why? Because it was all part of what she was going to do. This time, she decided to leave her mom a note in case she woke up and realized the car was gone again. For the second time that day, she left in the only car her family now owned and drove to the closest pub to her house. It was a night club so she had spent her time at home getting ready and eating before she left, waiting for twilight. Once the sun had started to set below the horizon she left the note and began her way out.

A slight thrum echoed through her veins as the club came into view. The other thing she did while waiting for sunset was creating a fake ID. The makeup smudge should also help conceal her youth better than just leaving it normal and her short dress should help with getting in easier and quicker with a little bit of seduction. She smiled. Time for murder.