Rebecca had meant to scream when she saw the body, but her lungs failed to provide her the necessary breath to follow through. Instead, she swallowed and said the only thing that came to mind. “Appointment?”
“Fowler, nine thirty.”
She knew that. It was a weekly appointment. The man wasn’t usually dead on arrival though. “Very good. I’ll let her know you’re here.”
With a nod, he went to sit down. No one else in the waiting room budged, eyes glued to the corpse.
Rebecca picked up the phone. “Doctor… Fowler?”
“Is there something wrong?”
She swallowed. “Your nine thirty is here.”
For a good moment, Doctor Fowler said nothing.
“What do…. what do I do?”
“Um,” said Doctor Fowler. “Call the police, but send him back.”
For a dead man, he had a surprising amount of spring in his step.
She had to place her hands over her sibling’s eyes. It was rather grotesque, after all. Other children were looking in fascination, but it wasn’t exactly what she wanted any of her family to see.
“I’m trying to see the show!” her sibling protested.
The dead body jerked upward, the amazing amount of threads that were hardly visible turning his face into a morbid smile. Other people laughed and cheered. They thought the marionette was amazingly lifelike.
She knew better though, because she had known him when he was alive.
“We’re leaving,” she said, taking her sibling’s hand and leading them away. She had to find her brother, too.
They had to get out of here.
He brought up his face mask, making sure it was secure before wading into the remains. The outside crumbled as he shuffled through it. He reached in to grab the organs, still warm from the creature’s recently faded life. Absolutely dry, the heart took up the space of both his arms. He turned around and placed it in the metal crate, sealing it within the alcohol filled container. That part protected, he turned back around and continued to rifle through the crumbling scales.
The next most important part was the liver. The positioning of the corpse meant that the remains left within the stomach and the intestines dripped out, disintegrating everything around them. He removed the liver as quickly as he could be careful, lowering it into the second container. One to go.
Finally, he walked around the appearing skeleton to end up at the brain. He reached up and noted the holes already eating out from the inside. He made a sound of disgust. This was wasted. Taking a few steps back, he removed himself from the body, which no longer was a body, but had gradually turned into a pearl white skeleton.