Meat Suits

Meat Suits Part 1

Chapter 1

Pyriel giggled as she heard a rustle emanate from the far side of the room. She had been listening to the giant refrigeration units monotonous hum for hours. Now the wait was over. Asmodeus had arrived and the night was beckoning. Waiting to be filled with excitement and new adventures.

'Arrgh, I hate these bloody plastic things,' she heard a male voice shout.

Smiling broadly, Pyriel let out a low, 'Marco.' Followed by a giggle.

'Stop messing around,' Asmodeus ordered. 'I'm not playing Marco — Polo tonight.' After a pause he added: 'After the day I've had, I need a drink.'

Pyriel sat up, letting the thick plastic sheet slide off her naked body.

Her eyes did not need to adjust to the crepuscular lighting, nor did the torrents of ice-cold air being pumped into the room bother her.

'Oh, you're in a mood tonight.' She continued to watch as he walked among the gurneys, lifting each cover in turn to get a better look at the body.

'Why're you still looking? What's wrong with the body you're in now?' Pyriel asked.

Without looking at her, Asmodeus pointed at his chest. 'Cause this one has already been autopsied. You know they leak when we go drinking.'

Pyriel titled her head to one side. 'Shhh, I think somebody's coming,' she whispered. 'Quick, before we get caught again.'

At the same moment, Pyriel heard several metallic clicks. The giant freezer door swung open with a hiss as the vacuum seal released. A red haired, pimply faced young man wearing a white lab coat, and a young woman, dressed from head to toe in black, walked in. With a dull click the fluorescent ceiling lights sparked into life, bathing the refrigerated room in a clinical, cool white glow.

'And here we have the pièces de résistance of my tour,' the youngster announced as he stepped confidently into the freezer. In a spooky sounding voice, he added: 'The dead.'

Pyriel recognised the young man as Karl, one of the junior morgue technicians.

Hey, what are you doing here so late? And who is she? Pyriel wondered. With growing interest, she watched the young woman bite her lower lip as her face and eyes lit up like roman candles. She was abnormally pale, and her thick, black eyeliner and dark make-up extenuated her dark eyes. Her trembling lips too were painted black.

Smiling inwardly. Pyriel thought about the many macabre jokes she had seen the technicians play on eager new doctors which had joined the hospital's intern rotation program. The walking dead zombie prank was her favourite.

Hugging herself tightly, the young woman continued to explore the macabre offerings of the room. Smiling broadly, with sparkling eyes, her head swung around.

'Can I touch one?' she asked in an ethereal voice.

'Hmm, I'm not sure. I would already be in a lot of trouble if anybody found out that I let you in here,' young Karl replied.

Pyriel knew that to be true, but it had never stopped his peers before.

'Oh please.' The young woman stepped up closer to the technician. She stared up at him with puppy dog eyes and pursed lips. Maintaining eye contact, she placed her hand on his chest, letting it glide down into his pants while she added in a husky voice, 'I'll make it worth your while.'

Pyriel held in a giggle as Karl swallowed hard.

'Umm, I guess it would be alright. But nothing freaky.'