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The Flesh

[Tw: Murd3r and c@nnibalism]

[Disclaimer: I wrote that in a bus after a long tiring day so this suck, just skip to the next story (chapter 2) if you want]

It was a dark and cold, yet to be stormy, night of december. The colored lights coming from all the houses around the neighborhood were an exasperation to Mr.Rex, commonly known as Curtis Rx. Christmas was near again and all the songs, wishes and kisses were making him sick to the bone. That doesn't meant he wasn't celebrating either way, he did since forever but in a way others would call unusual. The Nightmare Before Christmas was a holiday classic for the loner man who's only company are the spiders in the corners and the skulls in the closet. When a quiet knock came to disturb his sleep, not even did the man try to wake out of his slumber, even has he did hear the knocking in his ghoulish dream-filled rest. The knocking came to his door a second time, louder to try and bring Curtis out of his -known as remarkable- slumber for him to wake and come. Nothing came for the visitor, not even the faintest sound.
Little did he mind about the knocking on his door, if it meant to be a family or the clergy coming to sing at his house or ask for a money donation he'd pass and continue resting. Unless that was a skull donation, he'd be glad to share them at this point, they were everywhere at his house. However, when the strange, originally quiet knocking on his front door came in a third time, the stranger now heavily drumming the only barrier between them and Curt, he's decided that was enought, to tell them to chill down with their stupid Christmas sings in the neighborhood in the middle of the night. He quickly wore on the nearest shirt or whatever he could've worn if he hadn't been deeply asleep. The visitor's eyes lit up at the sight of the door opening which was then hiding, a tall, lanky man with his brown hair which he probably hadn't brushed to get that style. Noticing his expression, Erik can easily see the frustration in his companion's face toward his late-night visits, especially around this time of the year. Despite Curtis' annoyance caused by his friend's visit, he tries to keep himself together and manage to welcome him with a grin on his face. It was about 2 in the morning, wonder why Curtis tought it could be his neighbors, but it was now the 24th day of the last month. Christmas Eve. Whatever Erik wanted, Curt' didn't care, he knew he was going to spend this evening with him. Never was he a fancy guy, just some un-frozen meat would be enought even for the Holidays, he was alone, so why bother? Now he had to get something. And he had a solution quickly enought to his taste. Who wouldn't be admirative of some freshly hunted meat cooked perfectly? Down the streets Curtis went, seeking for a degustation victim, alone in the night.

-[It is the evening of December 24th, Christmas Eve. Everyone trought the illuminated streets is celebrating. Even their own Grinch, Mr.Rex.]-

'As I bring the dinner plate to the main table, after organising everything, the decorations, the supplements and of course, the meat, I've given to my companion the exact same glance as the one I gave to the dead man standing just right before us.'
As Curtis sat down and raised his glass against his friend's he knew this one couldn't have guessed what was then the piece of freshly cooked meat. After a quick glance to the plate, the glass still all the way up his raised arm, Curt took the time to thank his friend and elabore the gratitude of his company, to take away any suspicion, smiles at Erik and takes a sip of "The Stranger's Blood" as he nicknamed the particular drink.
Little did Curtis know about his friend's knowledge in human meat, as well as him reconizing it from a few bites in, gently smiling at Curt.

-I've heard one of your neighbors has gotten an accident, a mortal one, Erik slowly announced to start the conversation

-Yeahhh I guess? Better start digging his grave then 'he lets out a giggle'

-Who's in this plate then? quickly snapped Erik back at his partner, pointing the plate almost full of the cooked remains

-You..? You reconized the taste?

-Of course I did, I've done that thing far before you, trust me, Curtis.

He then lets out a laught, soon followed by Curtis' own, as the combined infernal laughter of the two men resonnate in all the quiet house.

Next year, another family will celebrate with a missing member.

[End of How To Serve Man]