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Tanya gets morbed
“What are you doing?” asked Tanya, totally flabbergasted by the bizarre, indescribable spectacle unfolding before her eyes.
“I am Morbius.” replied the dark, powerful voice belonging to the handsome stranger who had burst into her home.
Countless glass shards and wooden splinters reflected the pale moonlight like little stars, forming an arrangement around his shadowy form that could almost be called beautiful if not for the fact that the cloaked housebreaker had destroyed a window that would most likely cost thousands of dollars to replace.
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
She was wholly unamused by this unwelcome nightly distraction, but she wanted to at least know the reason for this act of vandalism before she beat this guy up and then handed him over the police.
“You do not understand.” rasped the mysterious man. “I am Morbius.”
“Yeah, and? Is that supposed to mean anything? Are you like a crime lord or something?”
“No! I am an ally of justice, though cloaked in shadow I may be...”
Great. No gangster, just a lunatic.
“Then why are you standing in my living room at two in the morning? I have work tomorrow, you know?”
“Are you one Tanya von Deguchaff?”
“It’s pronounced De-gure-chaff, thank you very much. If you want to schedule an appointment then you should have come at a reasonable time. And preferably not while I am wearing pyjamas.”
“So you admit it.”
“Admit what? That I wear sleep wear like any normal adult with a stable accommodation?”
“No. You are the one who caused untold suffering to this city. Are you not guilty of ruining the lives of dozens of honest men and women?”
Ahh, a political activist. Probably a communistic scum wad.
Tanya couldn’t help but sigh.
“Honestly, does nobody ever listen to why I do things? Do you know how many more people will come to depend on the new interstate line that I built? Thousands of new workplaces will be created when the economy of this dying city finally gets a boost by all the new traffic leading here. I tried to get them to move peacefully, but these reckless idiots thought they could halt progress by barricading themselves in their decrepit apartments! How childish! The entire building was in dire need of comprehensive repairs anyway. I think I made my point clear during the last press conference.”
“Three men died by the hands of the police forces that you ordered to storm the building!” retorted ‘Morbius’, angrily baring his teeth.
Was that just her imagination or were his canines unnaturally pointy?
“It’s not my fault these morons chained themselves to the radiators, despite getting tear gassed!”
“You gave the order and these people paid the price. Now suffer the consequences!”
Yes, definitely a communist. Such a naive yet screwed up worldview seemed to be able to twist even the brightest minds into bumbling fanatics, hell-bent on tearing down everything logical and effective in the world on their mad quest for ‘equality’.
The man lunged at her with incredible speed, forcing her to dodge by a hair’s breadth. His clawed fingers were stretched out for her and furiously swiped through the air.
‘What the fuck, claws?’ she thought bewildered, but was immediately distracted by another lighting quick assault.
“Stop this!”
“Raaawwrgh!” roared her assailant back.
“I’m warning you stand down!”
Once again Morbius closed the distance between them and tried to rip into her, his sharp teeth glinting in the darkness.
Any other ordinary woman would have been scared, terrified even. Tanya however was more annoyed than anything that she would now need to replace her expensive carpet as well.
Rolling backwards she smoothly drew the pistol tucked into the waistband of her pyjama trousers and opened fire. Three shots rang out, nearly blinding her in the darkness of her room.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
All of them found their mark in his chest, ripping through the thin fabric of his laughable costume with ease. Blood spattered the ground as he staggered, but somehow remained on his feet.
“I am sorry that it had to come to this, but in the end it was entirely your fault.” she emotionlessly told the dying man. If he got a second chance at life like she had then maybe he could work to correct his character flaws, slim as that possibility might be.
“Ha... Hahahaha! Hahaha!”
Huh?
Why was he laughing?
Better yet, how was he laughing?
“You cannot kill a vampire with bullets, little girl.”
Hey! She took offense to that! Just because she still looked like a thirteen year old didn’t mean she hadn’t worked nearly a decade to achieve her position in-
Wait, did he say vampire?
“Come again?” she eloquently asked.
“I am immortal! I am Morbius!”
Indeed the grievous wounds in his chest seemed to have entirely closed by now. This was impossible! Vampires? Here?
“Being X, you bastard! I hate youuuuu!” she screamed into the night.
“It’s Morbin’ Time!” proclaimed her assassin proudly before pouncing on her diminutive form.
Over the wet sounds of her carotid artery being bit open and the deep sucking that followed, one could hear only Tanya’s defeated chuckling.
She had gotten morbed.