"Fuck them! Fuck them all! Curse the mother fuckers, the bloody beings that butchered them with no mercy. How could they skin them in such an inhumane manner?" Queen's voice went loud, so thunderous that a passer-by could loose his concentration on what she just said. The bitterness she had was clear in her voice and actions too.

She began banging on the stainless-steel table that was set ready for use. Her eyes were warped into miserable black, her chest was burning from inside making her flare her nostrils in anger. She then denched her fist so hard that her nails cut into her skin making blood ooze from her palms due to the long fingernails.
The pain that followed was like a lick of glucose from a baby's mouth. She wasn't feeling a thing. The only pain that existed at the moment was the one in her heart.

She still couldn't believe she was orphaned at a tender age, so tender that she was unable to provide a thing for herself.

Queen was a beautiful Kenyan lady of her own standards. She had almond skin which earned her marks ever. Her curly black hair of neck length was well kept and taken care of. She was a duplicate of her mother. She was adopted by Hollydevil after the brutal murder of her loved ones years back.

"If I find them eeeh", she sniffed then proceeded her fingers still denched into a fist, "I'll as well skin them but instead use their skin as a carpet for my passage!" She finished her say and dropped her butt on the chair not caring of the damage she would have caused to herself if the chair collapsed into her.

All these drama begins whenever a skinned body is brought to the City mortuary where she works as a mortuary assistant.
A single sight of such a body brings back her past vividly. Her mother, father then little sister Rennys. Hell noo!!!

"Young lady, is the body ready for post-mortem?" King, the coroner asked worriedly cutting into her drama.

Queen had forgotten all about her assignments for that day and went to witness the newly brought body to the mortuary. Mustafa the watchman had called her to see how badly the body was not knowing how she would have reacted. The only person who sees all these is king and here he is, trying to remind her of her duty.

"I'm sorry king, I don't..." She tried to explain but king interrupted.

"Don't try your usual say! Remember you are at work not in a drama festival where you can showcase your talent! You have to prepare it right away! Do you hear me?" He said in a solemn tone.

Queen sighed deeply and glared at him before nodding as usual. She had no otherwise but proceed with her duty. It was what brought her to the place.

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"Mustafa, which corpse was I to prepare?" Queen asked pulling off white sheets from the many bodies that were lying on the cold floor.

"The one that is covered under that bed over there", he said pointing under the bed that had a body of a young man who died of a car accident on it.

She made few steps towards it and stopped to catch some breath before proceeding. This was unusual. She was used to doing her job fast and that made her earn a unique name "Madam do fast".

"Did you say that one?" She asked to be sure and he nodded in response.

She bend over and stretched her hand to reach for the sheet covering the body but something stopped her, a thing that made her eyes widen with fear. She wasn't the courageous and poised Queen anymore. The sheet on the body slowly began uncovering itself exposing the bare body of a young man of age not exceeding twenty six. The young man opened his eyes all of a sudden. His body began trembling while he made some funny sounds. Queen couldn't tell whether the young man was still alive or died two days ago as per the mortuary reports. If at all he was alive, why would his body be brought to the mortuary and an urgent post-mortem report needed. Why would she be told to do the work alone at that time of the night.

She remained still for some seconds trying to digest what she was just seeing then dropped her hand. Sweat begun pouring down her slim body when
the dim lights started growing dimer and dimer. Sudden thunder was heard and the ground begun shaking making the bodies that were placed over the others to drop one after the other. Mustafa who had been standing three metres away from the entrance became scared. He tried to reach for the door but it got shut by the sudden shaking. He stole a glance at Queen and noticed she was still standing in the same postion she had been some few minutes ago.

"Madaaam!" Mustafa shouted to make Queen aware of what was just happening.

This seemed to work, Queen turned around to face Mustafa then got the energy to scream. She made few steps towards him but stopped when she heard footsteps behind her.

"Revenge baby doll, sweet revenge!" She heard a voice which made her turn around still in fear.

The dead young man was now standing before her, blood dripping from his mouth with his eyes gouged out. He smiled at her but she didn't smile back. His smile was not like that of a normal human. It was a faded one with his bonny cheeks weakly stretched. What did he want from Queen? After all this, the young man went back slowly and lied down in the position he was before. Same way the sheet had uncovered itself, it made the covering again.

While still in such a tensed mood, the door flung open and King stormed in, Looked around the morge and asked in surprise.

"Have you started your drama again young woman?"

Queen couldn't answer and so did Mustafa. They just stretched their hands and pointed at the body lying still as before. This made King angry. He went straight to the body, felt it's palms and temperature too. It was cold, so cold that the two couldn't explain.

"That's why I hate being around here while you are preparing the bodies!" King growled angrily and walked out without an additional word.