2 Worlds Apart (Furry X Human Thriller)

Pg 10

Cole's Pov

The man's despair lit a fire inside me, it fueled me. Made me whole. I wanted more than anything to make this person hurt, I didn't even think about his crimes or actions, I didn't care anymore.

"I can't believe this is legal," I said looking over to Bruce, who I was surprised to see his tail wagging.

"Y-al-l   Ar-re   Si-sck.-k" The man was able to make out.

"Damn, the needle came loose. Bruce, grab me another will ya!" I asked reaching my hand out.

"This hypocrite doesn't deserve to speak. Not even in this supposedly free country." I said taking the small needles from Bruce.

I jammed them into his throat, him making gurgles in return and his muscles twitching from pain. 

"Alright, Tom. I am sorry to say but the next few days are going to be a bit shitty for you, but do not fear. I have done this before and will give you a safe and comfortable ride straight to Hell." I said, Bruce, snickering at the sarcastic speech.

The man made one last strain to free himself before falling into self-sorrow. He lowered his head and tried to convince himself of a different reality than the one he was in. 

I spread his legs apart and securely tied each foot to point toward opposite walls.

"What is that for?" Bruce asked.

"Well one, I don't want him to kick me. And two, spreading the legs apart cuts off a lot of blood flow, which will allow for more blood to remain in his brain and keep him conscious throughout the process." I replied.

"Why do you know so much about the body? Are you a surgeon or something?" Bruce asked, curiosity leaking from the words.

"Nah, Just used to watch a lot of reality TV about doctors and shit 3 years back," I replied.

"Makes sense." He replied, getting close.

(Gore starts here, skip to the next chapter if needed.)

I picked up the knife and grabbed ahold of the guy's shirt. In a smooth motion, I began removing the man's clothing until he was fully nude. 

"No wonder you went for children, it's child-sized." I joked, the man not finding the situation very humorous.

I placed the knife on the side of the man's head, near the cheekbone and below the eyebrow. Making slow and small incisions around the faces lining down to the lower jawline. The man sobbed as he felt my fingers place hold onto the skin and begin to pull back. Wanting the despair to continue, I said something else.

"Back in the barbaric period, The removal of skin was done in public places and could take many hours to complete. Not only that but with the care we are giving to our lucky companion. He could remain alive for almost a month afterward." I said, matter-of-factly.

"Are you going to leave him here alone?" Bruce asked.

"Nah, the starved street animals will smell him out eventually, I give it 5 days until he is nothing but picked bones," I replied.

I had finished removing the face's skin, the man no longer had a face. His eyeballs, teeth, muscles, tendons, and bones were all bare to the elements.

"Salt wraps please," I asked.

Bruce handed me 5 and I began by placing one directly over where his nose would have been. He was lurching back and forth, and I heard the tendons in his legs pop from his strain. I worked my way down taking my time and periodically adding salt when his reactions would dampen. He did lose consciousness when I made it to his lower shins, which felt useless to continue. He was covered in wrappings and was crystalized from the salty coverings. We untied him from the hanging position and bound him to the floor by using the same ropes to spread out his limbs angel-styled. Then, we left. Snapping a picture, we headed back to the agency. 

I was able to keep everything clean except the mask, which was covered in red spotting and reeked of blood. Only 6 hours had passed and the sun was starting to set on the horizon. We made our way back to the office, handing the photos to Michal who only replied with a "hehe, nice." when looking.

We then packed our shit and headed out into the human domain, a little tired after the eventful day.

"I never would have found him without you. Hard for me to say that, but it's true." Bruce said, placing his pay on my head and scuffing my hair.

"Can't fix stupid," I replied.

"Hey, you shithead. I was trying to give you a compliment." Bruce said putting me in a much too powerful/playful chokehold.

'Alright, alright. I was joking. let's just go home." I said breaking from his grasp.

"You mean MY home. Don't act like you live there.' He said catching up to me with a slight jog.

"Don't act like I didn't do anything for you. I housed for one day, that's got to at least get me a little extra credit points." I said, pulling out my phone to check the time (10:53 pm)

"Like I wanted to stay there, I had no other choice if I was going to get AC." He said.

"Well, then you are going to worship me when we get back," I replied.

"Don't tell me you burnt my house down too," Bruce said sarcastically.

We came up to the stairway and saw a large Amazon box that had been droned in.

"Where do you even get the money for something like this?" Bruce asked.

"What do you mean? We make bank from work." I replied.

"We are getting paid? I didn't know that." Bruce said opening up the door.

"You have got to be shitting me. Have you really just scrapped by through what you steal from the bodies?" I asked following him in while picking up the box.

"Well, yeah. Never really checked my account or needed money that badly." He said.

"Give me your information, I am checking your account right now," I said pulling out my phone.

"Why would I give you my information?" He asked.

"Would you rather be poor forever?" I asked.

"Fair enough." He replied, giving me his digits.

I plugged it in on the phone and looked at his banking information.

"HOLLY SHIT YOU FUCKING DUMBASS!! YOU'RE A FUCKING MILLIONAIR!! JUST HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN WORKING HERE?!?!" I screamed at the relization.

"Whatever, I don't do it for the money," Bruce said entirely too calm for the situation.

"I'm buying shit with your money right now. We will fill the house with the most useless and handy shit!!" I stated, standing as if I was about to go to war with Amazon.

"Knock yourself out. I don't use it." Bruce said turning on the TV and lying down.

We went to bed, me in his bed and him on the couch. I found it funny how I had taken over his bed without him even realizing it, that dummy will just have to deal with back pains for a while. I might just let him in the bed with me, but that is a stretch. After all, we've only killed together.

(love and peace and shit)