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    Sharpen Up The Knives 13

    Sharpen

                 Up

                     The

                          Knives 13

      

      

      

      

      

      

      

    But I
    just wanna feel what I
    Felt before, but I
    Want you to know that I
    Need it more

    Well the blind lead the blind
    Are the saints still alive since the last time?
    At the end of the line was I cruel to be kind
    in a past life?

    Well sharpen up your knives

      

      

      

      

      

    Ch 25

     

     

    She wakes up first. She is watching me sleep. Her fingers trace me….patterns. I let them. When I open my eyes I see her. She smiles at me like I will fall for her charm. I have to be honest a part of me does. A part of me swells at the idea of all those teeth directed at me.

     

     I don’t let her see it though.

     

    Her fingers pry me open. I lay back and enjoy the sensation. What I think about when she touches that part of me, what I think is… shit, how can a person be this good at something like this? I think about colors, I think about the red of blood, the white of bone, the yellow of blinding pain, the warm colors…..something to focus on beside the lies of her pretty face…and when I look at her………..I keep on seeing red.

     

    And the minutes drag in the sweet sticky now.

     

    We should talk but we don’t. She moves to speak and I cut her off. I move to speak and she returns the favor. What words can possibly be spoken? What can we say to each other? We can say how much alike we are, I use my body as a weapon and she as well. I use my fists, my fingers to trigger projectiles; she uses lips, and hips as power. So much alike we are. I wonder how she kills…..does she lure, seduce, blind and stab in the throes?

     

     I wonder?

     

    So many things to say…….

     

    There is no hiding now. There is nothing left of me for her to take. So she gives instead, she gives me the feel of her tongue, the up close smell of her breasts…..we stop long to catch our breath, maybe a small part of her is afraid of me. Maybe not.

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    Comments

    1. The end? So, Shane got Carmen and the beaches of Fiji after all? Good for her, I guess. I just wish Alice, Bette, and Tina would have gotten their comeuppance. I feel like Shane was robbed of her closure when her memory was erased. But then I think, the life she was leading before was never her own so the amnesia is probably a blessing in disguise. Maybe now she can lead her life as she really wants, make her own decisions. I don’t know. Awesome story, though. You always deliver amazing stuff.

    2. Honestly? The end of this tale makes me sooo frustrated.. But I think that’s why I like it so much. Deep down I wish Shane could just kill everybody to get her sweet and bloody revenge.. Not before she got the answers to her questions (mine as well). But I guess that not all stories are supposed to give us answers. Only this damn ???? . Anyway, it was a unbelievable and amazing ride you gave us. Thanks! And if you decide to write a sequel, awesome. If you don’t, it’s ok.

    3. wow…so i listened to the song while i read the story. very cool mood that you set with this one. i’ve loved it all along, found it to be incredibly well written–i also smell a sequel and i also don’t trust carmen in this one. but then, shane is a bit of an enigma herself. which i like a lot about this story. good work, for serious!

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