Albino Child

Eight

Gasping, covering my mouth in ashamed embarrassment, frantically rubbing the smooth organic as-mortar-is-to-brick pink lining, I scrambled my tongue over every surface, then, after realising that there were merely warm bloody holes where the teeth ought to have been, I snarled at the boy as tears fell from my eyes, those calcium-deposits had a significant meaning to me- regardless of how ordinary they looked- the owner of the facility bestowed upon me these jewels as a reward for completing a set of trials with absolute perfection, they were polished to a pearly glimmer and shaped from compressed liver matter- denatured into simple stem-cells via a series of complicated chemical processing then evolved through heat, pressure and nurturing to produce an excellent set of BCMOM- Bio-Chemically Modified Organic Matter- faux teeth; marching furiously to the boy, I latched my hands firm on either side of his face and forced myself onto him, retaking the precious items into the wet cavern within my face, the damp environment protected by sealed lips, I had successfully looted and regained the personal belongings, removing myself from him, I spat the out the sharp biological items onto the palm of my dominant hand and set them into a clear resalable bag, produced crumpled out of a pocket.

Tinkering with their positioning until they fit comfortably into my gums, I elevated stomach acids from my ciliated stomach lining into my mouth- it may have made my throat raw from how powerful the bile-like substance was- my teeth were cold and felt foreign within their habitual places- to compensate for this unexpected happening, I decided the only way to regain control over the uncomfortable feeling was to clear up the situation was a sterilisation, through natural means of course; the rinse began with the extreme process involving acid-wash, by forcing digestive juices to flow into my mouth, the cavern gargled the liquid with rapid repetition, in then out then in, the tidal surges would rid the ivory items of any infectious matter that resided in his filthy mouth- he tasted of staleness, warm grey monotony, he did not have the cleanly flavour of modernised freshness but rather a strange unpleasant a fusty unpleasant aroma- it was generally foul, rinsing my mouth with the pungent and harsh substance, I swallowed it back down with sour distaste and after I did so, I accumulated saliva in my mouth, mucus lining flowing into the reservoir, caused ripples of disgust down my back, swirling it around my mouth in a slow manner, I could not bear the sickly substance and spat it out in a rapid fluid movement- the texture was strange, watery with thick lumps of flexible gloop swimming in the stagnant accumulation- I shook and shivered violently, the bodily saliva had spilled onto the floor and polled as one large area of slippery madness, one of the boy's and crouched, sticking an index finger in the warm frothy liquid, he swirled it around and brought it up to his lips where he sucked on the digit- that was gross, genuinely disgusting, I had seen many bizarre horrors previously but none as strange as this.

In foul discontentment, I regurgitated all the famous fatuous grease from before and showered the squatting boy with vile, bitter acid- it doused him, he was soaked hair to toe, I would have apologised but I felt queasy and sick myself and refrained from doing so- the boy appeared unaffected by the sappy substance and continued to lap up the phlegm, I cursed and muttered a few comments of accusing craziness, after doing so, I dizzily wandered to the dorm beds and collapsed upon the solid mattress- the iron cage that housed the bunks had rusted but the sheets were cool and clean- they had a layer of thin dust but after limply hitting the crisp surface the particles dispersed and I snuck into the lumpy cotton sheets and became drowsy as dainty dribble dropped onto unsuspecting sheets.

"Ana, Ana, you there?" A voice whispered urgently into the cave of my ear- the person's head lay in the crook of my neck, "Please Ana, we need you."

I groaned and growled some incoherent curse words- groping around in a lazy yet desperate attempt to sit up straight, I shoved the sculpted limb of the creature that leaned upon my neck and sighed, relieved that I no longer had the weight on me, I sagged and lay down- I was relatively fatigued and was in dire deserving of some sort of blank break, but why did I have to face another disturbance in my moment of restful peace; scowling, I slowly got up, my eyes were sore and not ready to face another set of tiresome trials, too much thoughts about what was happening; random thoughts ducked and peered out of the dark depths of my mind, there was too much happening, who were these people and why were they there, why did they appear so similar to me it is almost frightening, why do two of them miss organs and important characteristics, why are they so strange and silent it is almost bland and boring, why did they- why did they remind me so much of them? I was disorientated, my head spun in the field of surreal, abstract thoughts, ideas floated in and out at their own pulses, there was no order or logic to my inner sanctum as psychedelic patterns pushed forwards, the hypnotic waving arms relaxing- edging towards me, I almost desired its relaxing embrace but I knew I had to resist the temptations- I attempted to regain control by focusing myself upon the dull reminder the science teacher had set me earlier, complete the sheet on atomic structure, complete the sheet on atomic structure, complete the sheet on atomic structure, complete the sheet on-

My mind was clear, lights full of unclouded haze were lit, I had undoubted needs of deep sleep, I deserved it, I had saved a boy and touched him with the ability to and speak once again- I gave him the signature weak moaning voice by returning to him his larynx, he ought to have at least been grateful for my surgical treatment, truthfully, that was my first time to ever perform such a blessing on such a large scale, I knew of people who had worked their skilful fingers into other operations and succeeded in killing patients, however, death, pain and disfigurements were habitual sight and over time I never questioned what happens for such an output to be caused- the fragile butterfly-boy ought to be thankful for my work; smirking honestly as I drifted into realms of dreamy polymerisation, my mouth shrunk into a saddened straight-face as I sighed, falling into the plunging warmth of the Somnus' home, I held my breath and parted...