Ne Pleure Pas: Chapter 2 – Let Them Loose – Part 1

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Another piece… what, two short stories in one day? What must I be drinking? I guess I was either very bored or had too much time on my hands. I’m going to fix a small continuity issue… I did not number the chapters. Oh, and do remember: Ne Pleure Pas is a gore/sci-fi story while Cara Mia Addio is a horror/paranormal story… totally different, keep that in mind while you read either or both stories (short series).



Its insides were still wrapped around my arm. It was soft, sticky, compared to its iron-like skin. Four ribs popping out of its soft tissue, as all other bones had either snapped or shattered by the sheer force of the blow. He gazed at his pray, its muscles were still twitching, lungs filling themselves with precious life-giving oxygen and its heart beating faster and faster – could it be in pain? Must be, maybe tormented by the sheer size of karma’s assault.


His hand, soaked in crimson liquid, running down his palm, dripping from his fingertips; it was an unattainable ecstasy. The night was still young, as he scanned the street for any bystanders – none in sight. The splatter on the walls of the nearby graffiti-infested structure and the organs on the ground could mean only one thing: another Nero was here. He should have known, after all, calamities come in threes and they were no exceptions. Every single shadow seemed to advent an evil that could easily take his life, just as he did to its brethren. Looking down at the creature twitching in agony, he grabbed its heart, ripping it’s aorta along with other tissue, and smashed it in the palm of his right hand.


They would mistake him for prey when the reality of the situation was just the opposite: they were the hunted. The trick to it was choosing the bait. No Nero would dare ignore a young helpless girl in the middle of the street, even more so if she was completely covered in Nero pheromones. Little did they know that that girl was even crazier than him. He was the puppet master not to control the puppet but rather to restrain her from going wild. Intact Nero samples were very valuable, all the more reason to keep a short leash before someone butchers it beyond recognition.


A low sound of metal banging against the floor, footsteps, short and steady; it was going for a sneak attack, like a cat cornering a mouse. Too bad this mouse knows exactly what to do. A black viscose substance crawled up his arm, hardening into for large blade-like fingers and a long fin shaped structure running down his forearm. Light pink connective tissue that held everything together was semi-exposed from the hardened white inner structure that created a cage for support and the black outer skin that provided the external protection.


The little girl’s body changed into a large dog covered in scales similar to those on a pangolin and a large hammerhead shaped cranium that provided the much needed protection to her skull. It growled, sensing a Nero nearby.


“It knows we’re watching.” Her growls hid the icy voice of a stone-cold killer within a little girl’s body. “Let’s eat him…”

“No, he’s expensive and I don’t need something this big coming out of my paycheck,” he replied. Looking around, he walked over to the beast. “It’s being overly protective and focusing on self-preservation. Its link to its overseer might have been severed.”

“All the more reason why we should just rip him apart.”

“A severed neurolink is something we’ve been waiting to study for years! A rampant Nero: a Nero Führer.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Break its legs, but do not harm it’s head…”

“You’re no fun-”

“This is not a play date, this is a mission so act like it’s important even if you’re just enjoying cutting them open.”

“Lie to yourself, lie to the boss, you can even lie to that girl of yours but you can’t lie to me… You love this as much as I do… To cut them open, to rip their beating heart out,” she snickered, slowly moving past me. She knew me too well, it was scary. “So, shall we have one last dance?”

“First, don’t ever assume you know me, Second, she’s not my girl and, Third, yes we may.”




“Son of a bitch!” He tossed his saw on the floor, smashing a shattered test tube into even small pieces. “I told you to leave the goddamned Nero intact!”

“We brought its head and what was left of his torso… intact,” the little girl replied.

“Torso? Only a lung and its heart remained!”

“For what it’s worth, its esophagus and trachea were left connected to their respective organs. Its beating heart was left intact so as to preserve the brain, plus I insisted on keeping a lung.” He was direct and straight to the point. “You got your brain, we got our money and a good hunt.”

“A win-win situation, nevertheless.” She peeked from the corner of her eyes, searching for some other mischief.

“Just go… Let me do my work, you butchers.”

“Call us-” He fixed his tie and buttoned his shirt, “-wolves for hire.”

Cara Mia Addio – 04 – Golden Stardust, It Falls on Thee


I’ve been absent for a while… Yeah, I know… but, here is something new! With exams looming over the horizon and homework still pouring in – the only way for me to have some quality time with my writing materials will be summer.



The wind, there was as no wind, there was no sound, no smell or taste or touch… It was bland, it was dark, it was silent; death was an uncomfortable peace. Miles, no, distance was a thing of the past, so was time. Human creations had no place in this inhuman realm. As soon as despair settled in, the darkness was shattered by a sudden burst of light. Matter zoomed in, like a hurricane force wind, as she was soon faced with a very familiar scenery. The tree, the sky, the rain and the lightening – they were all the same as before. Perplexed, she searched for a way out of her fear. Light bathed in crimson and violet, poured on her ‘body’. A warmth settled in, the scent was too much to take… it was blood. Not just any blood, her blood. Never in her wildest dreams had she smelled something so putrid and vile, coated in several layers of colors and lights – her blood was the only marker she could use to find him.


Somewhere in this town was someone who could help her, but how? Squinting, she saw what appeared to be a twinkling star. It was a small glimmer of hope, but that was all she had. Running past cars and rampant street cats, she saw it. That house, she knew whose it belong to. Stepping in through the front door, fazing in was more up her alley. Running up the stairs she saw that room – a tear fell from her eye. Her heart broke at the sight of him. Laying on the ground, crying, she could hear her name being called out; it was a whisper, no, more like a whimper, but she knew that feeling. The heart-wrenching desire to rest her forehead on his, like they did only a few weeks ago – or a few seconds, time had somehow faded from her mind.


The twinkle was as dim as it had been before, it was calling out to her. Looking inside the drawer, she saw it – a flip phone, her flip phone. Why was it shinning? She wasn’t carrying it with her when it all happened, nor had it been stained with any blood or anything of the such. Why would it twinkle when there was nothing of her body smeared or impregnated within that electronic device? She sat on the soft bed, though the impression of softness filled her body, the bed did not sink… she was weightless. As her fingers reached for the phone, the phone began to vibrate. Strange, it shouldn’t be on. The battery as missing, she made sure of it because that phone had been replaced with her new phone; unfortunately, the other phone had been left in the scene of the crime.


Thinking as to what she could do, where to go from here, she was hit with a great idea! Her other phone had been recording what was happening to her, she now remembered. She slid it underneath a crack in the floor. If it was still there, it would contain the voice recording and possibly video recording of everything that had happened that night. She needed to contact him, one way or the other. There was no way he’d play on a Ouija board, even if he did, the chances were pretty high of him contacting some old man from god-knows where rather than her. Could she call him on the phone?


Running to their family’s corded phone, she touched it. It rang. This mother picked up the phone, waiting for a replay. There was no reply on the phone, all that could be heard was static. So, it was a one way street… She could call them but they could not hear anything beyond static. She could not give up, she would not give up; this was all she had to rest in peace, or so she thought. All she knew was that somehow everything needed to be ship-shape before she could head on to the afterlife.




Later that night, she headed on to the cemetery, after finally giving up on making contact with a corded phone. Who knew being dead could be so inconvenient? Faced with an overwhelming curiosity, she set off to find her grave. On the edge of the cemetery, she saw a dark pillar of ash, fire and a dark mist pouring it’s acid clouds over the cemetery. Falling to the floor, the dark haze covered her. She could not believe it, on the tomb stone it read:

Here lays an innocent damsel, taken away by the claws of sin.

Farwell, rest in peace: Heidy Merriam Kerrigan.