She doesn�t feel anything as she wakes up. She just wonders where she is. And then she remembers where she went and fear rips her eyes open. Fade is standing over her, bloody scalpel in his hand. She sighs to herself, thinking she must have fainted, but he�s done it anyway and she doesn�t have to worry anymore. "This what you wanted?" he asks and holds up something covered in gore. "I ain�t never seen nothin like this before," he says. "I scraped the little guy out ten minutes ago, but he�s still movin. Shouldn�t be movin at all at this age, but damned if he ain�t. All the while Ashley has been screaming. She hasn�t heard a word he�s said, but she�s seen the hole in her abdomen. He cut her all the way down.
"Don�t worry", he says. "You ain�t got much blood left. You�ll pass out again soon, only this time you won�t wake up. Better do this quick then while you can still watch. But what to do about this little guy. I know!" He moves aside the screen, and Ashley starts to scream all over again. There are so many things to be afraid of, but she can�t take her eyes off the chunk of flesh that used to be some poor black souls cunt. There�s still about three inches of each leg connected to it.
Fade picks up this particular piece of flesh and sets it on the table beside Ashley. "Ah, where the fuck did I leave that thread...there it is. Here little fetus," he calls as though it were a dog. "Still can�t believe this damn thing is moving. Jesus, what are you girl?" He doesn�t have any string, only fishing line. He hold up the baby by one of it�s little hands and stabs the needle through a tiny wrist. He sews that hand to one of the leg stumps of the other chunk of flesh. He does the same with the other wrist and sews it to the other leg stump.
By the time he�s finished with the hands, Ashley is covered not only in her own blood, but vomit as well. "If I didn�t know better," he tells her, "I�d swear this damn thing was gettin bigger by the minute." He watches for a minute; the twat again resting on the embalming table beside Ashley, the baby dangling by it�s little wrists over the side. "Feet!" he says. " I got to sew the feet together too." And he does, the right over the left with the fishing line. "Oh no you don�t," he says to Ashley and slaps her before she can pass out. "It ain�t time for that yet. You still gota watch. This was just the opening act..."
Fade�s the one covered in gore now, but it isn�t his. He flings Ashley�s torso over his shoulder and heads for the main part of the warehouse. When he gets to the middle of the room he throws down the lump of Ashley and it makes a meaty thump as it hits the sticky blood coated floor. He just leaves it there for now. He�ll come back later with the rest of her and arrange his artwork. He goes back to the surgery to clean up because he�s hungry; the rest can just damn well wait. Fade doesn�t notice his new friend isn�t where he left him.
Fade hears a funny grating sound while he�s in the shower. "Damn rats. Oh well, it add character when little hunks of meat are missin from the pieces." He gets out of the shower but doesn�t bother to dress yet. As he heads for the surgery again to look for his wallet he trips over something. "Fuck!" he says to himself. He looks to see what he fell over and has to stifle a scream when he sees eyes looking back at him from inside a vagina. "Jesus!" he says. "Yes?" a muffled little voice replies. "How on earth did you know who I was? No matter. I like my new home. They say one pussy is as good as the next, but let me tell you, whoever said that didn�t know shit." Fade starts to whimper but Jesus just continues to talk. "I used to be able to walk on water you know. But that was a long time ago, and well, I can�t walk yet. But I can make things float. I had to levitate the scalpel you used on Ashley to remove the wire connecting me to this...well, lets just call it home, shall we? That was naughty of you, you know. Sewing me to my home like that. But I�ll forgive you."
Fade watches as the scalpel hovers over his penis and begins to cut. At this point he is too scared to scream if he even wanted to. In mere seconds all of Fade�s manhood is gone, and he is left with nothing but a gaping hole. Jesus has been humming since he made the first incision. "Now," he says. "Now I need something a little bigger." Fade points to the corner where the screen used to be, and Jesus sees the machete. Jesus begins to hum again as the rusty knife floats toward him.
Soon, Jesus� new home is missing it�s stumps. "Now then, be a good man and pick me up and slide me into my new crevice. At first Fade doesn�t understand. Then he realizes what Jesus wants. Slowly he stands. He looks to where his penis used to be and expects to find a gaping wound, but instead sees a cauterized indentation. As carefully as he can he picks up the limbless cunt and slides it into the indentation. It fits as though it was always there, the only give away is the color difference. "Now," Jesus says from deep inside, "we have work to do."
"...they have it all wrong you know. God this and Satan that. We don�t give a rip what they do. To be honest, you are all just vessels for our little jaunts, but not usually in such a literal fashion. Then again, I believe I am beginning to like our...arrangement." Jesus continued to talk, but Fade was no longer listening. It took all the strength he had left to continue to walk down street. "Fade!" Jesus shrieked from inside Fade�s head. "I don�t like to be ignored, boy. Considering the circumstances I have been very patient with you, but I have had just about enough of this." Fade dropped to his knees and screamed as blood streamed out of his ears. "Keep it up, boy. You don�t seem to realize how much I like inflicting such pain. And since you have to carry me about until I decide I want a new vessel, you are the prime quarry for my amusement." The voice came from directly inside Fade�s head, though he could sense voice resinating from deep inside his new body. "Try to ignore me now, oh disregarding one. As I was saying: God isn�t some ancient old man floating on a cloud, and Satan isn�t some ugly red beast. You silly mortals came up with those images all by yourselves. God, whose name is Flux by the way, is a woman. She has short red hair and green eyes. And if you ask if she�s Irish I will smack you, boy. Satan...well, sometimes they get him right. He is a little more sadistic than Flux, but I suppose that is to be expected, isn�t it? Can�t rightly say what his real name is. No one knows, except I suppose her. He likes Satan though, and I guess I can see why. He doesn�t have any horns or hooves either, looks just like you or me. Well, just like you used to and I was supposed to, but you fucked us both up there didn�t you? He�s got long black hair and lavender eyes. Humans don�t have eyes like his.