Lust Demented

{XLI}

SCREAMS OF AWE AND HORROR, Kuroneko’s feet hit the open tracks completely blowing minds. She ran so hard with her skirt stuck up in the back, ass exposed, pushing her body to the limit like an angel-dusted thoroughbred. The crazy powder white mare with the black mane took the curve towards Astoria trying to make it to 39^th Ave before the next N or Q to Manhattan. It was a fucked up gamble.

Kill the brain. I wanted to throw up a lifetime of meals when my feet hit the stilted tracks. Mandatory perfection found its infancy. Every step of the sprint had to bless the slats. I heard Hawaii’s voice yell back, “Farrow focus.”

Kuroneko already made her way around the curve leaving the plaza. Northern turned into 31^st Street. It was a straight shot to the next station. A few blocks away.

“Faster.” Hawaii panted, frozen with fear. Another train heading into the city chugged dead into us. It was rare to get two so close back to back. It just wasn’t our day.

Anyone could turn spider for the right price. First in line to get smacked, Kuroneko chanced it dangling her body over the street as the train passed. Demonically possessed she prepared herself to drop in Lucifer’s palm. The sight of her exposed caused the nauseating heights to grab hold of me.

Smell the sparks, the conductor hit the brakes. Somehow Hawaii was now in front of me, scrunched up, holding her hand outstretched as if trying to block a bright light from her eyes. She pivoted back at me with a look of regret, panting, frozen with fear.

“It was me.” Mangled, Hawaii’s face lost its form as the squealing steel burst in with remorseless momentum. Splashed by an exploding balloon of blood. The train came to a halt. Inches. Milliseconds. I could stick my tongue out and lick it.

“It’s alright Farrow. Whenever I lose something, it’s impossible for me to believe I’d truly get it back. I’m cool with it. Once something’s gone. It’s gone.”

“It doesn’t have to be that way. Missy…Missy…”

Close enough to see over the border to the afterlife, Kuroneko methodically pulled her body back on the tracks. Unscathed, she didn’t have time to think about what just happened, hustling off to the next station. Awe struck as I watched her pull herself up onto the platform at 39^th Avenue. The reckless cat calmly adjusted the bag of cash on her shoulder, walking off down the street as if she just picked up a bag of Sunday bagels.