"Twaka!" A term word to say "Kiss and Kill" in sumesu bell-villa. The sky was an aqua mist. The seas whispered its deliberate waves.
Testicles of men in the city shrunk by the shivering cold. The stone veiled with a dead blue. The ground was uneven, a formation of spikes, mud, and Blackstone. All of them complemented the igneous ground of the city.
Street sediment: A cobble-piled-up street. Blight and urban comfort bustled in the wobbling wind.
After a night in the street, an accident was found in the alleys where caves with rough edges and spiky rocky teeth are present.
Gray grass was surrounded by a crowd, to witness the accident.
The clothing of the people was an urban mystery, a grim survival, and a grim economy.
Public officers pulled out a crashed car. Its metal cried and its mechanics fragmented. The back of the car was anchored out by a large steel rope.
Gasps radiated from the curious crowd. The gothic residences opened their windows: some wooden, some barred, some stone-related, some glass-oriented, some mechanical, and some curtained, depending on their status.
Inside the car, blood was smeared on leather seats, graffiti, and an intentional painting.
On the seats, there were types of paintings with blood and a bit of mucus-yellow and vein-green ink. The paintings mirrored an angry teenage girl with headphones and hugging her knees with casual demeanour. A broken throat with gang-like tattoos as another painting. Bold words splattered: "Fuck you." "Bitches." "Gentle is a form of kindness." — in small letters.
The public officers in respective clothing, both the man and woman, started to observe the nightmare and inspect the case.
The people inside the car were pale, and their faces were stitched, knitted into synthetic smiles. Skin was moisturized with oil, pale and glistening.
Yet the aged metal of the car showed that the accident was not new or early.
The driver, the woman, had more stitches than the others. Face, ears, and even lower body were designed by a human's hands, replacing biology. A police officer in the nightly cold narrowed his eyes as he inspected. In his mind, there were only alcoholic thoughts. A shadow muttered without a mouth within him.
"At midnight, I crashed into them 5 months ago. The car fell in the cave, disappearing in the mouth of darkness. I played with them afterwards, making the cave a hideout and a laboratory. I stitched them, widened their lower bodies within, removed the ligaments, and decorated the intestines. I saw their skins even deeper in layers. It was a fun and complex puzzle of cells. The feeling was an ecstasy manifest, of violating bodies, but the car crash was the icing of it all."
The young officer's face darkened. He masked it with a bright, serious smile to match his role, his position,
and the current situation.