Black fades back.
The stone walls of the sacrifice room were lit only by a single red ritual candle. Amy could see with her new eyes as though it was bright as day from that single candles flicker. The glow from where the flame met the red wax hide which stones were covered in Josh’s burnt flesh and charred blood. The stone bricks and support beam overhead were lit by the the yellow of the flames tip, looks more Carrey and less Pollock she thought certainly intentional. A hunk of flesh splattered to her right as she approached the spot Josh summoned … well her new master. Speaking to the void his body stood moments ago. “And I thought we were going to spend the rest of my youth together. I was even going to give you a child or two. Now I guess I should thank you. I will be forever young and without want thanks to the introduction you’ve made for me tonight. Thank you, Josh,” Amy tilted her head at the last whole piece of Josh “Doll, what’s this?”
“Oh doll, it seems as though you’ve misplaced your heart as well.” Amy bent over at the hips, a perfect right angle, her new hair touched the stones before she grabbed Josh’s heart by the tips of her four inch stiletto like obsidian black nails. Her expression of childlike wonder as though looking upon a brightly colored raspberry ball of cotton candy. Her tongue moistened with the thought a taste at the last bit of love contained inside.
When her master said she would never be in want of food again and laughed was this is what he meant. The devil. She thought It wouldn’t be that easy being a dark one. Josh’s heart pulsed a weak beat with nothing to pump it was just a twitch. She should have been startled but her new body wasn’t fazed. Raising the heart to her lips she gave a quick sniff. Her master’s scent was faint but his magic and blood was all over Josh’s weak beating heart. Well I guess I’m not the only immortal he made tonight. Oh doll, we will be together forever now.
Upon exiting the sacrificial chamber, she eyed the shelves for the perfect container for her handheld immortal companion. Jars cliche, what am I suppose to keep it on my night stand. A wicker basket, ho but for the curious that’d be hard to explain, and while my skin is now red I won’t be on my way to grandma’s house soon. Doll’s that’ll be perfect. “Perfect, let’s find you a new body love.”
After much debate she decided upon a faded white patchwork doll wearing a suit. “Oh you will look so cute, my little executive Josh. Don’t worry about going to the office, I’ll be making the money around here. Your only job is to look at me with those big black orbs and let me see how beautiful and sexy I am in your eyes.”
Amy unbutton the top two buttons of the doll’s three button blazer but with her nails so long she couldn’t get a solid grip with the sides of her fingers. She grew angry with the length of her nails and they retreated from her stare back into her fresh blood red fingers. Neat. With the coat open she popped the stitches in the dolls chest and pulled out some of the fluff tossing it aside in disgust as though it’s texture was slime on he fingers. Josh’s heart continued to beat faintly pressed between her hand the doll’s chest. Was he gaining strength or was he excited with the idea of having a body?
“Pardon me miss, may I borrow this?” Amy spoke to another doll who had thread needles jammed over her felt eyes. Removing the needle caused the felt eye to fall on the floor. “Thank you.” She closed Josh’s open wound, fluff still leaking out. She buttoned up his coat and grabbed him by the tie as though it was a rope.
“Well I really only like the idea of having you. And now I’ll have you forever and without you leaving, lying, or just ruining it with your words… oh doll, you’ll be my favorite. Shame you thought you could have been the first. Let’s go doll.” Amy slung him over her shoulder “We are going to raise hell and bring our master’s paradise to earth.”
Amy’s hips swished wide with each step. Her new patchwork friend bouncing as any small sling bag would, held tight over her shoulder by it’s silk black tie. Joshua didn’t need to draw breath anymore, but the tie against his new throat still gave him the sensation of choking.
This has been a submission for “The Companion” prompt under the category of flash fiction. https://ironage.media/prompt/the-companion.html
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