Hindmost - Another Word for Chaos

4: The Texas Chapter

Discord stood over the stove, watching the toenails melt as the meat cooked.

"You know, credit where credit's due," she mentioned as Nigel glared at her tiredly, sweat dripping off his face and soaking his clothes, "You got through all ten."

Nigel gave a muffled groan while Discord just smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, but if you could do that, you would've already," she clapped her hands, removing a red hot blade she'd been cooking under the pan, "Time to get creative."

She approached slowly, almost caressing him with the burning blade, and then running it over the bloody bones sticking out of his foot, cauterizing the wounds with an audible hiss. She smiled to him, placidly removing the shoe from his mouth.

"Now, do you feel better, like you're not gonna bleed to death?"

"Why?" he asked dryly, "Why are you doing this?"

"I don't know yet," she shrugged, "Offer me some information, let's see if any of it's worth a damn."

"You...you..." he closed his eyes and his face took on a hard look, "Go to Hell!"

"Okay," Discord when and grabbed the pan off of the stove, "Open your fucking mouth."

He struggled against her, screaming as she tipped hot grease and toes down his throat, the grease scalded his lips and several chunks of meat rolled onto the floor as he tried to spit them all out. She clapped a hand over his mouth and punched him in the gut, he swallowed at least three toes, Discord used the tip of the knife to collect the pieces of fallen meat.

"Like a kebab," she noted, striking him across the face, "Now open up, Open UP!!"

She shoved the blade down his throat, cutting out a tooth and slicing open his tongue, she took the effort to hold his jaw shut, making certain he swallowed.

"Now," she huffed, throwing the knife so that it stuck into the table, "Let's let that simmer for a while."

She left the kitchen, going through the house, knocking paintings off of the wall, looking for any other private stashes. She went into his bedroom, ripping open his drawers, though in a halfhearted manner, really, she was just killing time. She found a box of condoms, a few bottles of Oxycotten, and some porn. She picked up one of the magazines, an old skin rag featuring blonde busy women dressed in SS Uniforms.

"He certainly went for a theme," she muttered, then heard the quiet flapping of wet feet against linoleum and smiled, "There we go."

Hidden around a corner, she watched Nigel hobble to the door, carefully removing it from place and sliding around into the hall. Discord followed him at a distance, out into the street. Watching him attempt to hail a cab and then thinking better of it, he continued his mad dash down the sidewalk. Discord for her part hummed pleasantly as she continued along, smiling at children and the odd passerby. She watched him run into an apartment building and counted the lights on the elevator as he rode it up, quickly following in her own lift. Finding the apartment itself was easy enough, she just had to follow the slight bloodstains running across the carpet.

Placing her ear against the door, she could hear them inside, arguing.

"I don't know who she is, but..." Nigel's voice was adamant, if a bit terrified.

"She's probably just some crazy," another man snapped, "Who cares anyway, you slipped her, so what's the problem?"

"She cut my fucking toes off!"

"Look, just hide out here, lay low for a bit, we'll tell Kieri about it when she gets off work."

"Ugh, goddamn it, just call her already.