and the few survivors who couldn’t fight were lined up along with the civilians and shot or killed in ways to entertain the soldiers And dogs were trained to tear them to shreds and the ground became black with their soaked blood and over the next few days a carpet of butterflies gathered on top of it “It’s beautiful,” he said She didn’t pay attention. Was too busy removing golden teeth from a severed head she held in her lap. “Dammit, whoever made these implants did too good a job. I’ve to take ‘em with gums, alright. Look, my knife keeps slipping.” “Stab his eyes please,” he said “What? Why?” “Because he’s looking at us. I can’t stand it.” “Jeez, you’re such a pussy.” She quickly stabbed the blade into the head’s eyes one after the other. “Better?” “Whatever,” he said. “Just hurry up and pull those teeth.” “I’m trying. If I had better tools though…” He was silent for a long time and then he cleared his throat and said, “Hey, so… now that this shitty war is over… like, what are you gonna do with your life?” “I don’t know,” she said. “Get myself a few gold teeth as extra spoils and go back home. My mom wants me to marry this fat guy from the neighboring village. I probably will then I’ll shit him out a few kids and… well, grow old and die, I guess.” “What? Is that it? That’s all?” She looked at him with a grin. “Hey, don’t worry, you’re still getting some. Just wait until tonight, okay?” “Dammit, that’s not what the heck I meant. I meant… you know, there’s gotta be more to life than just… just getting married, making kids, and dying.” “Really? Well, what are you gonna do then?” “I’m… gonna write. About it all. The war and… everything.” “Write? Like, a book? A story?” “Yeah. It’s been my dream since before the war started. Now I’ve the experience to write about.” “Bullshit experience,” she said. “Who in the fuck d’you think will wanna read that? What’s the story gonna say? How you killed the enemy? Poisoned their wells? Raped their women and enslaved their children? Stuck twigs down the dick holes of prisoners and broke them inside for fun?” “Hey, I never did any of that.” “But you were there when the others did it. And did nothing to stop them. It counts as--” “Fuck! Okay, you’re right. Writing a book about this would be a terrible idea. Thanks.” “Shit, look, I got one. This is solid gold. Two more to go.” He sighed. “Listen…” “Yeah?” “About that marriage of yours…” “Yeah? What about it?” “Well, let’s just say… I mean, you know…” “Fuckin’ spit it out already!” “Don’t marry that fat guy from the neighboring village! Fuck, I said it.” “Oh? And marry you instead?” “Well…” “Y’know, the fat guy from the neighboring village is the son of a fairly rich butcher. Family business. And you… Your father’s the drunk who hung himself to avoid paying back his debts. You see the conflict here, I hope.” “So all you care about is money?” “Why wouldn’t I care about money? I want to live good, thank you very much. This is the real world, not some romantic story. Wake up. I gotta make the rational decision.” “I thought we had… something.” “Yeah, we fucked a few times cuz’ there was nothing better to do. And we’ll fuck again tonight, sure. But that don’t mean we’re lovers now. Look, you’re a nice guy. I’m sure you’ll find love back at home. You don’t need a bitch like me. I mean, if you think I’m not gonna screw other guys behind my husband’s back, you’re seriously trippin, boy. So think about it, that could’ve been you. Would you want that?” “No, I suppose not.” “Good. Well then, let’s get these teeth and go have some ale. It’s on me.” She stood and with her hand soiled with blood she reached out and pinched his cheek and stretched it to force a smile on his face. “C’mon, cheer up, damn you! We still have a life ahead of us. Let’s fuckin’ live it.” “Yeah… let’s.”
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