Cannibal Boy and Incest Girl

They walked down the street. The water splashed under their feet's each time they
touched the dirty sidewalk. Each step seemed heavier, so did their breaths.

In..and out..in..and out.

The fog sneaked it's way into their mouths, down their throats, filling them up.
The raindrops stuck to her pale skin like small diamonds, sparkling, just like
her eyes. He imagined her face covered in blood. Oh, how beautiful it would be.
But he quickly got second thoughts..
He couldn't think like this. She was so perfect.. He didn't wanna destroy that
with his sick mind.

"Hey, tell me...about your life." She smiled.
" My life?. Not much to tell." He got nervous.
She grabbed a handrail and stroke it gently. The raindrops on the rail bounced
off her hand.
" There must be something? Uhm.. where were you raised?" She shaked her wet
hand.
" Eh, here in New jersey.. Belleville to be exact."
" Oh that's so cool, me too". She started walking backwards, a little bit
in front of him. To see his face.
" Oh." It was clear that this was not something he wanted to talk about. At all.
She suddenly stopped, right in front of him. Her wet black curly hair stuck as
glue too her face.
He almost walked into her.

" Hey! What are you doing?" He asked
" You can tell me anything." The fog got even thicker. She turned around and
walked face forward. Fast.
" No. You're still a stranger." He said and looked down at his dirty sneakers.
"No I'm not.. I'm not". Her voice seemed to disappear more and more into
the fog. He looked up.
Fog... everywhere.
He turned his head.. left..right..
He could hear his own heavy breath as he tried to distinguish her from the haze.
Choked laughs floated around him.
"Iris?"
" You...can't... see me"
Yes he could. Her purple dress stood out from
the white fog.
Soon he could see all of her.
" Why did you do that?" No answer. She walked pass him and up for some old
stairs. They had cracks, and weed growing from them.
" Where are you going?" He asked. A confused look gazed at him.
" Uh, you live here? She said and leaned against the rusty door. He looked
around.. She was right. This was his house. How could he miss that?
" Oh.. right.. confused by the fog i guess." He started walking up the stairs,
but stopped.
"Hey!! How did you know i lived here??" She shrugged.
" I don't know. Maybe I'm a crazy stalker who is obsessed with you."
" Ha-ha. But seriously, how !?!" He took one step down. Just to be sure.
She pointed at the mailbox.
'Nick Riley.'
" Could've been another Nick. I'm not the only one named that in this city you
know."
"Lucky guess?" She said.
He walked up to the door. Wet branches from the oak growing by the stairs
stroked his arm. Like if it wasn't wet enough.

He entered the house. So did she. The old wooden floor creaked beneath their
shoes. There was a light bulb hanging in the roof. He put it on. It lit up
coats..a mirror.. shoes. She peeked into what appeared to be his bedroom. Two big bags was lying on the bed.
" Are you going somewhere? Or did you just got home?" She moved her eyes to the
bed and his followed.
" Uh.. no. Well. i.. uh it's just..bags." What was he going to say? That it was
where he kept his surgical tools? That would've been a success.
" No shit? Bags.. wow. I could never have figured that out" Those pink lips were
laughing again. He loved her laugh..
" Whatever. The bathroom is up there if you wanna, uh, dry yourself." He pointed
upstairs and turned on another lamp.
" Well, uhm.. can i borrow some pants and a tee too? My clothes are soaking
wet." Little water drops were escaping her.. well, his, jacket, to land on the
floor and be absorbed by the dry wood.
" Yes. Beside the bathroom there is another room, take what you think fits well
in the closet." She nodded and went upstairs.

The old house smelled like dust, coffee, and blood. Blood.. she always could smell blood. Maybe he was right about her being a vampire. She laughed as herself and opened a small door. The bathroom.. she closed it and went to the next one. A guest bedroom. With a
closet.
"Score!" She said to herself and went inside. The white plastic closet did not
match the old house.

At the same time Nick was downstairs. In the kitchen, making coffee. He had
longed for a cup of hot coffee all day. All the sudden the heard a scream.
" Oh shit.. " He said. The thoughts were bouncing around inside his head.
'What did she found? What have i left in the bathroom..? In the closet??'
"Oh no.. the closet...Oh god."