You hold Cecilia in your mouth, rolling her on your tongue as you walk down the street, thinking. A little kid came rolling down his sidewalk on a powerwheel, looking up at you just to find himself disappearing under your bare foot. You feel his little body and car flatten under your sole, and stick for the next few steps, until finally falling off.
You move Cecilia into you cheek and almost without a second thought, bring your teeth down on her, chopping her in half. With a little smile of satisfaction, you continue walking, a warm, coppery taste filling your mouth.
You stop, planting your foot on a house and slowly grinding it down to match sticks, working your toes through the debris while you think what to do next. You could go smash something or kill someone else, I mean, the cops might come after you sooner or later and you could just deal with the threat now. Or maybe you could use the gun on something.
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