Note: Okay, here's another feeble attempt at writing a horror chapter.

Chapter 42: Eating

     Latisha prowled the skies in search for her next prey. The dark clouds daunted ominously on the horizon, the air stiff, and humid as if it was apprehensive. The jumpy lightning flashed amid the darkened shy. The black-cloaked bird of prey sniffed the air for a sign of magic, and listened for any screams. The sorceresses have remained quiet today, and she was hungry. She decided to use an old locating trick, and produced a black colored crystal sphere from her sleeve. The sunlight lit it up, and scenes of people filled it. She gave an evil, gnarled smile, and put her orb away, flying with great speed west, towards Deling. The place was riddled with evil, and most of which was sorceress squandering their powers as whores. They used their gifts to appease the men, and to get them to pay for their services.

     Latisha soon was upon the city, and stood on a high roof, overlooking the metropolis. She chuckled evil to herself, and found her first victim. The woman had short, brown hair. Her blue eyes seemed to peer into men's souls, and know just what to say to get them in bed with her, and their money in her purse. "Perfect," Latisha thought to herself, pleased with her prey.

     She swooped down, and wrapped the woman in her cloak, the shadows keeping them from sight. The woman gagged, and suffocated, her breath taken from her. Her unconscious, but still living body fell to the floor, her look of horror etched on her face. Latisha smiled, feeding off of the evil aura around her victim, using it to regenerate her wounds.

     Latisha grabbed her dagger from the boot, and slashed at the woman's throat. The blood gurgled; strangling what life remained in her. The blood filled her throat, and bubbled out into a stream of red. It streamed to the ground, creating a pool of blood. The bubbles from the lungs came up through the slit, and the sound was relaxing to the murderess. Blood gushed from the mouth, in a last mechanized attempt to spare the woman's life. It drained from it, and ran down her cheek, already red with too much rouge. She stared into nothingness, her almost lifeless body flopping in small spasms. Her eyes glazed over, as death won her soul.

     Bored with her technique, Latisha thrust her hand into the woman's chest, it cracking as its seal broke, and the blood spurting from the injury, and spraying Latisha's face. She licked the blood, and continued with her morbid ritual. She reached around, searching for a certain organ in the hallow. The movement in her chest cavity made a sloshing sound, like when you play in your oatmeal with your hands, your red oatmeal. Her arm went into the fissure up to about the middle of her lower arm, her white skin dyed a hideous red.

     Latisha gave a cry in delight when she found it, and pulled it from the fist-sized hole. Blood streamed down her arm, and dripped off of her elbow onto the woman's clothes. The diaphragm wiggled in Latisha's gory hand like gelatin, any movement causing it to jiggle. Latisha placed it in her mouth, and extracted the blood from it, her sharp fangs puncturing the muscular organ. She kept it in her mouth, dangling as a loose slab of meat, as she began to remove the heart.

     The heart still beat as it was removed, the blood splattering on the ground, and anywhere it could launch a coagulating blood gobbet. The heart pulsed in her hand, bringing a smile of joy on her face like a child at Christmas (ironic, eh?). It sloshed as she shook it, and then placed the bloody organ in her sandwich bag. She tossed it by her knee, and it bounced a couple of times before it lay motionless. The thicker blood began to ooze from the aorta, and right ventricle, coagulated to just the right jelly-like texture.

     She had almost forgotten the power, but when she reached in for the lungs, she remembered. She grasped the woman's vertebrae for the inside, snapping the backbone, and took in all the power the spinal cord. The smell of burning flesh filled her nostrils, taking delight of it the aroma. She began to realize she was extremely hungry, and ripped out the internal organs with one grasp. However, she pulled them out from her throat, making the woman look as if she was literally puking her guts up. The flesh ripped as it was extracted, spurting blood, and juices everywhere. The hisses, and snaps would make anyone double over in sympathy pain, and disgust, but Latisha acted as if there was nothing to it. As if it were just like butchering a cow.

     The liver was bagged, as well as the spleen. She hated the filtering organs, but she decided to become prepared. Who knows when she'd be able to eat meat again. The intestines were carefully removed, not to spill its contents. The stomach was removed, and the hydrochloric acid placed into the prey's eyes. The burned, and began to be eaten away. They bubbled slightly, and eventually popped, the liquid inside oozing out like gelatin. 

     The other organs were carefully wrapped, and placed into pockets in her cloak. The diaphragm stayed in her mouth, the blood being sucked from it like a bottle of juice. She cut into the woman's leg, discarding parts of her fishnet stockings when they got in the way. The flesh spilt open, revealing the muscle, and other parts of the leg. Latisha carefully cut the leg skin, and fat away, going straight for the muscle. The fat, and skin fell to the ground with a plop, sounding like a brick of tofu, or an uncooked hamburger patty falling onto the floor.

     The muscle was removed, and bagged as well, the blood filling them, and the crevices in the ground. She placed the sponge-like lungs on the ground, using a spell to make them soak up the blood, and purify it. She finished with both legs, and did likewise with the arms, leaving nothing but bloodstained bones, ligaments, and cartilage.

     She used her claws to cut the head right below the hairline, a sick grinding noise occurring. She lightly tugged on the hair, and the blood, and brains gushed out onto the ground, She could become frugal at time, and caught almost all of the brains into a bag. She scraped the inside for what remained, sounding like when you scrape out all of the seeds from a pumpkin. She shoved her hand through all the flesh, and stuffed the small intestine through the head, through the mouth, into the hole in the chest cavity, and out the belly button. She placed two coins into the eye sockets, and left the body alone, picking up the lungs. She wrote, "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, it is blood that I lust. Worms crawl in, and worms crawl out. I consume your soul; they consume your snout…" in blood, streaming to the ground. What remained of the woman was little more than skin, which was torn terribly, bones, and intestines. Her bloodied hair stuck to her horror stricken face, drying to it creating a crimson crust.

     She packed the rest of her morbid things, and looked at the people frozen in place on the street. She took some of the blood that remained in the body, and splattered it on the people. She laughed quietly, and flew off into the distance, allowing time to recommence. The people looked at their clothes in horror, then at each other. Women screamed, children walking by cried, men covered their mouths to keep themselves from puking. Needless to say the body, what remained of it, was found.

NOTE: The reason as to how she can murder within a "second" is because of her powers to stop time. I think you already know that though, but I wanted to make sure. ALSO: Review please! cries Please?!