Del & The Bats

A doctor named Del visits me at a discrete cottage armory; disbanded villagers collect swords and various sharpening utensils set aside for unseen war. I am suffering from a distinct seething slice exposing my peculiarity. I carry a bottle of Kevinya's bourbon liquor to soak with infant cottons donated by a Lord's maid servant; she ran away in the night to be with a musician.

My wound is the result of dysfunction, a group of men chained to each other's necks encircle a corral made of razor sharp barbwire fence; upon leaping through the obstacle both Ruby and I failed to see each blade dripping sulfur zinc.

The physicians are double paired accredited for worlds unknown to us, their interest is how our bodies work however we cannot expose ourselves. Forceps pinch the fermenting finality slabbing cool Japanese whetstone thus soothing tension evaporating serrating chemicals. I return to our domain; Del continues to send letters rather than keeping me locked inside a chair.

Polyonymous, I conclude you have three of every major organ functionary and one of those which excrete less attractive substances.

Del, you are a humorous doctor, elaborate.

Poly, three lungs the center is shaped as a cigar in between two spindles, three chambered heart suspended by tissue without tubular formation the valves internally channel similar to a spiral, no liver, no colon, the stomach is an empty gap amongst internal flesh the size of which is rather small comparatively, sexual organs are deceptive to state the least.

Del, is this unusual?

Poly, yes. Perhaps the most unusual aspect of your body is muscular. The strands are similar to the instrument known as Viola; these flex without straining however can be disambiguated if the word is proper for such.

Del, I'm worried.

Poly, so am I. Your teeth are extraordinary. The incisors expand from malleable calcium through magnetism similar to metal known as mercury.

Del, I'm not the only one. Have you looked in the mirror lately?

Poly, I need to know your name.

Doctor, I am Braid. I determine you are half mortal and half otherwise. We all desire to meet with you. You need to know your people even if a mixture.

"He's one hell of a fighter."

"What lies behind the reflection circle....."

"You think he would betray us?"

"We shall not betray him."

"He is not the gentle type either."

"He is not excessively violent."

A man walks the Kingdom of Darkness and I am a wild wandering woman searching for mine; I admit the possession of fractal artwork gathering me for release. Striking his hump I attach myself to the back of a familiar stranger, my claws are writhing hideous veins, I am without desire for crimson the color I seek is red. Hair turns white for a ghost returning for his children; justice evades better interest therefore I am the host of alley garbage cans. Legs imitating Cole Haan spread throughout the stench of dead mammals.

"If you fuck with my kid I will make you suffer more than you could ever imagine."

"I smell like shit!"

"Whose name is on your chest?"

"Fiona.....who the fuck is that?"

"You are an ugly motherfucker."

"I was born this way!"'

"What are you?"

"A mortal."

"Who told you that?"

"A doctor who examined me when I was sick."

"You're not sick anymore?"

"He gave me some medicine."

"Let me see it."

"Give it back soon I need it."

"You put this in your body?"

"It was professionally recommended!"

"It has my blood in it."

"What?"

"You're most likely anemic or diabetic possibly both by now."

"He tried to kill me."

"Not exactly....."

"Then what?"

"He wanted to experiment."

"What do you want from me?"

"Don't fuck with my child."

"Why would I do that?"

"You're a pinned voodoo doll."

"Is that why you attacked me?"

"I'm a fucking bat. Fuck you."