The Stench

Michael boarded the train and sat in the only real seat available.
It wasn't crowded it was just that all of the good seats had been taken
by oncoming passengers. With paper in hand he decided to take in his
surroundings before reading the days events. He first noticed two plain
looking women across from him they sat unusually close to one another
but it didn't particularly strike him as anything out of the ordinary.
One was black the other of Caucasian decent. Neither one of them
however though seemed to be interacting with the other which did strike
Micheal as odd. Next to them were two older women both frustrated and
tired from the day. On the other side of the two young ladies sat two
men "homeboys" Micheal said to himself. The pair were involved in a
conversation about God knows what with all the profanity going on.
Micheal also noticed that there were a few couples on the train whether
they were all boy and girlfriend or husband and wife was unclear, he
did however also notice that including the couples the car was filled
with mostly men. "This is an express train to the Bronx. 125th street
is next. Stand clear of the closing doors," said the conductor after
waiting for a green signal for the train to proceed. Here comes the
ride Micheal said to himself as the train took off. It started out
rather normal at first a little rough as usual but nothing to be
alarmed about but then the light in the car started blinking off then
on...off then on again. The periods that they were off made some of the
passengers a little uncomfortable. In fact the two older women felt the
need to move to the next car. When they did the entire train came to an
abrupt stop throwing some people from their seats. All waited in
silence for the conductor to give some sort of explanation as to what
had just transpired. At first nothing came and then her voice came on
and assured everyone that they would be moving shortly. Sighs of anger
and relief filled the air as everyone had words for the MTA the only
words that stood out above the rest came from one of the Homeboys and
had nothing to do with the MTA. "What the hell is this shit over here?"
he said pointing to his right. The two ladies were kissing, kissing
hard. They kissed as though it were the end of time it self, the kissed
as though they were locked in struggle of sexual power. It was such a
showing that the few women who were in the car found themselves wanting
to leave and did so, many with their significant others. The two were
yoked together by intense display of lust, groping and tearing at one
another's clothes. Maria disgusted at the site of such a display was
urging her boyfriend Juan to go with her into the next car. "Come on"
she said as the lights flickered. "Go ahead I'm coming" responded Juan
but could hardly tear himself away from the spectacle before him. Maria
cursed him in Spanish and left not even looking back and it's a good
thing she didn't because almost immediately after she left the half
clothed women made eye contact with Juan and beckoned him to come over
to them which he did. Breasts exposed, glistening with sweat and saliva
the two girls pulled him down between them and went to work. They
kissed him they licked him they caressed his body bringing him to a
boil. Juan never felt this good it was a fantasy come true. "It don't
get no better then this" he said out loud and he was right it wouldn't.
In what seemed like a fit of rage the two ladies threw their heads back
and with a gutter able orgasmic moan they simultaneously bit into the
tender flesh of Juan Benites whose body convulsed then went limp.
Micheal's eyes along with everyone else's widened in horror. Then they
all watched the transformation take place. What was soft and feminine
became hard, scaly, and even hairy. The two women had transmuted into
two unearthly creatures with a lust for blood unlike their previous
state. The two homeboys were next on the menu. As tough and masculine
as they appeared to be, they screamed and begged for mercy as their
bodies were torn apart and drained of it's essence. Others scattered
ran for the doors some even tried to fight the horrific beasts. In the
end the result was the same the doors were locked and they found
themselves face to face with death itself, or their struggle was of no
consequence and the end came with great anguish. Micheal saw everyone
die up close he watched them beg for their lives. He remained
motionless he was too scared to move. The blood-soaked creatures
approached him stalking him like cats about to attack their pray they
howled and hissed at him. Micheal for his part just sat and waited for
his imminent death. The two closed in on him and were about to pounce
when they stopped and sniffed him. They drew back then they sniffed him
again. Then in a grizzly chilling female voice one spoke "This one does
not have the stench" it said to the other. They looked at Micheal and
spoke to him. "Tell us why do you not have the stench?" it asked. "The
s...s...stench" Micheal stuttered he could hardly believe what was
happening. "Yes the stench it is what you want it is what you crave all
of your kind have it." Micheal knew nothing of what they spoke. "It is
why" the other continued, "We have fed this day. It is why we feed so
easily." Micheal was beginning to think that not having the stench what
ever it was saved his life, but not knowing what it was may have killed
him, he began to panic. "You must know of the stench is it not why you
did not run or fight. All of your kind has it." Micheal's heart raced
faster and faster as the beasts drew closer bearing their fangs their
hot breath stinging Micheals nostrils and spoke these chilling words.
"You will have the stench soon and we will have you." They growled and
hissed in a celebratory manner. Micheal for his part gave in to his
panic and passed out just as the train started moving. At the 125th
street station oncoming passengers found a car full of carnage. Blood
covering the walls and the ceiling dripped on to mutilated body parts
masticated and cast out like a piece of fat. Amongst this grizzly find
lay Micheal on the floor in a fetal position. When the ambulance took
him his eyes opened briefly. That night he found himself at police
headquarters telling his unbelievable tale to a detective Wayne a
rather large black man who had the strange habit of sucking on a
toothpick. "So you're telling me that this gruesome scene was cased by
two women who weren't really women but they were creatures and before
they were creatures they were lesbians." The room reeked with sarcasm.
"Yes well I guess they were gay women...all I know is that they were
kissing then they were killing." "After they changed," the sarcasm
continued. "Well yeah." "Ok" said Wayne in a defiant manner, "tell me
what they looked like... the two girls." Wayne picked up a large manila
envelope. Micheal started "One girl was black and the other girl was
white as far as I could see. They didn't look any different then the
rest of us they were sitting close to one another though." He sat up in
his chair and took a sip of water. "Do you know about how old they were
or anything else that can help us?" "Well they didn't look any older
than me." He paused "I'd say they were in their mid-twenties." "So
would you say that they looked like this" Wayne pulled an eight by ten
glossy out of the envelope and there lay the two young women Micheal
spoke of, their bodies disfigured as the rest but definitely
identifiable. Micheal didn't know what to say except "those are the two
they are the ones who did all of it. What happen to them?" Well the
truth is that the first part of your story checks out it's the same
thing everyone else has been saying but these two were found on the
train very near to you in fact. So..." he got up in Micheals face "is
there anything you want to tell me?" Micheal panicked and said the only
thing he could think of. "They said something about a stench." "They
said that you stink?" responded Wayne. "No they said that I didn't have
a stench and that's why they wouldn't kill me... some kind of smell
that they were looking for. Wayne walked away and stood by the wall and
with limited patience in his voice said, "Fine what is this stench?"
"Haven't you been listening? I don't know!" Annoyed and frustrated
Wayne removed his toothpick and snapped. Look I'm not here to guess
your motives or whatever game you think this is just..." "What, you
think I did this horrid thing" Wayne couldn't believe his ears "Of
course you did it you don't think I believe that crap about feminist
monsters do you." Micheals fears were confirmed, he thought that they
wouldn't believe him but he felt that if he could remember everything
that happened then he could exonerate himself somehow. Wayne now begins
to go on a tirade of sorts. "Look I'm tired and I'll tell you what I
just want to go home drink a beer do my wife, and go to sleep. I don't
know why you psycho's always come up with the most insane stories to
explain away you're..." The words "do my wife" seemed to spark
something in Micheal the whole incident started to come back to him
everything that the creatures said to him everything that they did. The
kissing, the first victim, the fact that there were nothing but men
killed. They planned it that way only men were killed and they planned
it that way we watched them kissing and sucking and licking he thought.
Suddenly it hit him like a truck and he stood up and said, "I'm a
virgin" "What" said the detective. "I'm a virgin I haven't had sex
yet." Micheal spoke as if his words made sense to everyone else as
well. "Yeah" answered Wayne "Well you're also under arrest for the
murder of at least 10 people" he tapped on the window and a male and
female officer came into the room. "Take this man read him his rights
and book him." Micheal pleaded with his jailors but his words fell on
deaf ears off he was taken by officers Parish and Douglas and read his
rights. Officer Parish spoke with the detective. "You smell nice
tonight detective going out somewhere." "No Sharon in fact I don't
think I put on any cologne today." Officer Parish smiled