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9. Curious and Learning


A television played loudly in the background, though individual words remained unintelligible. The dialog exchanged back and forth between two persons, timed to sporadic bursts of a laugh track, which rendered the scene before him macabre and psychotic. Dragging a shaking, nervous hand through sweat-matted hair, Christen struggled to breathe.

Before him, lying on the floor of her kitchen, lay a massive lump of death. Obese and aged, her flesh appeared to slough off her bones to pool in obscene rolls all about her sprawled limbs and cooling torso. Her body lay upon dirty, cracked linoleum tiles in the classic pose of death, with her arms and legs splayed at comfortable angles, and her head lolling to one side, tongue protruding and eyes glazed open.

A terrified, choked cry of horror escaped Christen's throat, when he realized what he had done, and his right hand jumped to his mouth. Gnawing at the bits of dried skin surrounding his thumbnail, he gazed down at the human ruins he had fashioned, and he wondered about a great many things. Primarily, he pondered the nature of life and death, and of guilt and innocence, all of which reminded him how the State of Texas loathed a killer.

Hesitant and uncertain, he stumbled backward until his hips met a filthy counter in the cramped kitchen, and there he leaned, suddenly exhausted. Insanity, he realized, could be a tiring ordeal. His every wasted muscle felt drained and weak, while his bones ached miserably. He felt he had finished a marathon, though he remembered not a step of it.

Instinctively, he glanced down at his hands, expecting to find them running crimson. Surprised, he found them clean, though his knuckles flared with agony and his fingers throbbed painfully. Had he manually throttled her?

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