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Chinatown

By Zatarra L. Vulpe

Jane held her hands softly in her lap whilst she glanced out of the side window of the subway. She was greeted by her ever silent and eternal twin; wide, watery blue eyes standing out in a frame of white fur and blonde hair, a gently pink nose over a tightly set jaw. They were locked into a staring contest, their tails kept low, resting in a little pool at the edge of their simple, black skirt and dark blue jacket. They broke their gaze and stared straight ahead, eyes somewhat unfocused, not really seeing the industrial-white florescent bulbs or the other passengers.

George was only a few feet ahead of her. The wolf's eyes were on his cellphone, pushing up a pair of glasses resting toward the middle of his muzzle. He was wearing a set of simple denim jeans and a simple khaki jacket. He slipped the phone into his pocket and glanced around at the other passengers. He noted a pair of dogs sitting under a 'disabled only' sign, gently shaking his head in disapproval. He also noted an older otter, what looked like his grandson, and ewe who was finishing what looked like a turf sandwich. He sighed and leaned up against the hand rail.

"Hey, pussy."

George glanced toward the voice. It was deep and rough, from the larger dog, a thin looking Doberman.

"Yeah you, kitty, you look lonely."

The pair of dogs stood and took a seat on either side of Jane. Her arms shifted subtly, her eyes widening a little.

"Uh, no, I'm really not, I'm just heading home-"

"Oh, that's good, I think I'd like your house."

"N-no, I don't think-"

The Doberman's Corgi companion leaned in gently. "Are you tellin' us to fuck off, pussy?"

"Th-that's not-"

The Doberman put an arm around her and drew her close, a little too tightly. "Then you wouldn't mind us comin' along, would you pussy?"

"Y-you're hurting me."

"Aw, don't like it rough? Come on pussy, give us a chance, we've been real lonely."

"Real lonely."

"Please, I-I really don't think I-"

The Doberman bore his fangs a little, a subtle growl starting deep in his throat. George turned toward them.

"Hey, guys, no means no, alright?"

The Corgi looked up at him first. "Who the fuck'r you?"

"Listen little guy, we found her first, just shut up while pussy and I get to know each other."

George gritted his teeth a little. Jane shifted again, just slightly, as though to get away, then Corgi shoved her back onto the chair, she hissed involuntarily as her tail twitched.

"Ride ain't over yet, pussy."

"That's right, don't wanna hurt yourself."

"Please, I just really want to go."

George stepped around the seats and directly up to Doberman. "Hey, man, let her go, alright? There are more fish in the sea."

Doberman didn't even look at him, growling as he glared into Jane's wide eyes. "Make me."

George reached out toward Doberman when Corgi kicked at his hand. George grabbed the sneaker and drug him off of his perch, out into the isle with a hard 'thump' of his head onto the rubber matting. George kicked him hard just under the ribs, the air rushing out of his lungs as he tried to scoot away. Doberman stood up and swung at his head, batting the end of his muzzle before George punched him in the throat. Doberman staggered back before George delivered a straight legged kick to his crotch. Corgi was catching his breath when the subway came to a halt. George decided to grab Jane and take her off the subway, the rest of the car's occupants following suit. The pair of dogs simply watched as the subway doors closed and the train was off.

"Th-thank you, I really don't know what I would have done without you."

"Don't worry about it, are you okay?"

"Y-yeah, I'm fine, just a little shaken up."

The other passengers seemed to walk away just a little quickly, as though trying to avoid what they'd seen, but the ewe gave a little nod of approval to George as she walked away. The feline sniffed, her fur a little wet at the corner of her eyes.

"Hey, hey, it's okay now, nobody's gonna hurt you."

"I-I know, it's j-just..." She sobbed heavily.

"Hey, how about I take you home, or at least walk you to a cab, huh? I'll make sure you're safe, miss..."

"Jane."

"Jane, I'm George, George Sato, nice to meet you."

She nodded and allowed him to lead her upstairs. They waited for a cab as she wiped her eyes, composing herself.

"Oh, uh, how rude of me George, would you like to come to my place tonight? Dinner is the least I can do for your help tonight."

"It's alright, no need to do that, I live nearby and, you know-"

"Oh please, I insist, won't you stay with me for a little while?"

George felt a little smile form on his muzzle as he sat down next to her in the cab. "Well, I guess it can't hurt, but really this is too kind."

"Oh not at all, I was going to make too much anyway."

"Aw, you? I find that hard to believe."

"Why's that?"

"You don't look like the type for leftovers is all."

She giggled softly. "You might be surprised."

"Well, I'm sure you're a good cook either way, do you like cooking?"

"A bit, though I must admit I tend to undercook sometimes, I like my meat a little pinkish."

"Well that's fine, I do too sometimes, but if you need any help I'm sure I can."

"Aw, well I might need a few ingredients, but we'll have to see when we get there."

"That's fine, I'm healthy, I'm sure I can run to the nearest store if you need me to."

"You really are too nice George."

"It's nothing, really, I just like to help."

"I'm sure you do, you must be very good at it."

"Well, I don't like to brag-"

The cab came to a halt. George slipped him the money and followed Jane to her building. It was close to the local Chinatown, some gentle erhu music floating over the breeze. The interior was fairly sterile, the interior seemed more like a hotel, very closely maintained and not a bit of dust. The elevator was fast, putting them on the twelfth floor of the building in a few minutes. Jane's apartment was at the end of the hall, on a corner of the building. Unlike the other halls, the interior was a calm green color, the carpet a deeper, something like a brown. The room was impeccably clean, some oriental themed furniture looking rather modern in a gentle arrangement. George noted there were no photographs, just paintings lining the walls and a few scented candles on the tables. She had a simple table and chairs arrangement near her kitchen, which was white tile with stainless steel appliances. It was almost oppressively normal, maybe a little rich.

"So George, what do you like with your steaks? I've got a bit of pinot noir or cabernet sauvignon."

"Ah, which ever you're having."

"Aw, not too adventurous are you?"

"Nah, I just really don't know my wine."

She giggled. "Well, let's give you a little taste hmm? I'm sure you'll like this one."

She handed him a small glass, there was barely any liquid in it, but George smiled thankfully and took a sip.

"Hey this is reahu.." He blinked, trying to clear his vision before it faded into a myriad of colors.

Jane stared for a moment as the glass tumbled out of his paw, shattering on the floor. The corner of her lips turned upward gently as she started to hum, a little sing songy tune as she cleaned the glass with a dust pan. When she was sure the glass was gone, she grabbed George by the arms and bodily drug him out of his chair, still humming gently. She pulled him through the tile kitchen and across the brownish carpet of her living room and down the hall, George's legs dragging limply. She practically kicked open her door pulling him into her room, onto a bed covered in clear, plastic matting. She cuffed his wrists and ankles to the bedposts so that his limbs had very little slack to move around with. There were no windows in this room, the entirety in the strange, diamond pattern shape of soundproofed walls and ceilings. She continued to hum as she opened her closet, drawing out as set of thick plastic totes to rest alongside the bed. She read the clock on the end table, then pulled the plug from the wall and let the clock go dark.

She observed the wolf for a moment longer, taking in the little things, the shape of his ankle, the ways his ears were at rest. She smiled just a little too widely, her fangs dangerously close to her lower lip as she sunk her claws along the seams of his pants, cutting open one leg, then the other, and throwing them into the tote. She snipped the elastic of his underwear and ripped the rest of it off, then went through his shirt collar. His jacket was a little tougher, but she managed after a few tries, the fabric not as tough as she might have expected. She was panting a little by the time she was done. She made a little growl and held her claws against his neck, but she didn't pierce skin. Instead she drew it away, stripping herself to her bare, white fur. Her motions were almost robotic, inelegant, her humming a little erratic, but she kept her composure long enough to sit on his hips, his flaccid member resting just under her tail. She leaned in close, her hands on either side of his chest, her muzzle nearly touching his as she listened to his breathing. Her humming stopped, she just had that smile, her eyes a little unfocused as she looked into the fur between his. Her breathing was soft, almost inaudible before she drew her claws again, letting them draw softly under the wolf's chin, gently feeling the contour of the lower jaw, ruffling the fur. She did this for some time before the lupine stirred.

"Whah... What..."

She didn't move, her face almost touching his, her smile exposed most of her teeth, her breathing was a little harsh.

"J-jane? Jane what's-"

He tugged at his arms and legs, trying to move. The chains held, the cuffs biting into the skin.

"Ah! What is this? Jane what's going on? Did you do this to me?!"

She leaned back, resting on his abdomen softly before she twisted her head off to the side, her smile fading for a moment. She stepped off of him and grasped a frame in both hands, one nearly as large as she was.

"Jane? Jane what's going on?! Jane please, just let me out of here okay? I don't know what this is but I know you don't want to hurt me."

The lupine glanced up in time to notice a mirror resting on the ceiling above him. Jane came back with another one, finding a few points on the wall and attaching it there. Jane came to a rest on his hips again, her head tilting slightly to the side as she contemplated her own reflection, the unfocused, dead gaze of her twin meeting her own.

"Jane?! Jane please! Jane please, I don't know what this is but please don't do it, okay? You're not a bad person, I know you're not!"

Jane's face snapped into a smile again as she leaned in toward George's muzzle again. "I'm not bad. I'm good."

"Yes, yes you are, you're very good, and you don't want to do this."

"I do. I'm good."

"If you're good you can't want to do this, and you don't want to! Just let me go Jane and everything will be fine, we'll both be okay!"

"Can't."

"Yes you can Jane, it's okay, you can!"

"No. Can't. I'm good."

The wolf stared at her for a moment, seeming to fail to comprehend.

"Can't. Always clean."

"We are clean, you and I are clean, we can just get away from this right now and things will still be clean-"

Her fingers dug into the skin just above his right nipple and drew in a long slash down past his sternum, her paw pads ruffling his fur in a line. She smiled again, her fang drawing a little blood from her lower lip.

"Wh-what, please, please Jane, I beg you, please, I helped you, please help me Jane, please."

"Help."

"Yes, please, help me, please Jane, I'll do anything!"

"Help?"

She leaned in toward his face again, her smile gone, her eyes locked onto his. George stared into those eyes and shook, gulping hard.

"Yes, help, please help me Jane, help me, I'll do anything for you, I swear, anything you could ever want, just help me, please."

Her fangs were exposed again for just a second. "A-anything?"

"Yes, anything, anything you want, anything, just help me."

Jane's claws tightened on his stomach, sharp points digging in through the fur and into the flesh. Blood welled out of the wounds as she continued to dig her fingers into him. He gasped as the pain hit.

"Scream."

George obliged with a pitiful yowling. She drew her claws from the wounds and sat back, licking her fingers as his blood stained her fur. She grinned as the coppery tang blossomed on her tongue.

"Help me! Someone, anyone, help me!"

Her left set of claws entered his chest, just above the left nipple and slicing downward along the flesh, leaving a long incision that wept blood. She reared back and drew another long slash with her right, harder, faster this time, knocking the wind out of the dog in one long, high pitched wail. He tried to breathe as she kept clawing into his chest, tearing off strips of flesh that shortly became hunks, his sternum a mass of red soaked fur. Her paw padded fingertips were growing slick, but so were her claws, slipping through fur and into flesh with each almost gentle stroke. The wounds weren't deep, but they were many and painful. George was growing hoarse, his limbs struggling harder, cuffs cutting into his wrist and ankles.

Jane purred, her movements were practically feral, instinctual as she leaned in and sniffed him, right under the neck, her tail twitching behind her in a clearly very pleased way. George shook and tried to move away, but her paw stained in his own fluids forced his muzzle back toward her face. She lapped at him, her tongue flowing along his whiskers in long strokes. He tried to snap at her face, to do anything, but she dodged his fangs easily, he wasn't used to using them. She drew her hands into his stomach again, her claws sinking as she pressed in, on either side of his belly. He cried out and stared upwards, watching her muscles ripple on her back and the gentle pulsing from his chest in time with his heart. She sat back and kept pressing into his abdomen, her claws pulling in either direction as it seemed like she was trying to tear him open. She drew her hands back and roared in frustration, slashing at his stomach and gripping deeper with her fingers. The skin was going, tearing straight off of the abdominal muscle as the wolf's eyes were starting to roll back into his head. The muscle tissue was tough, but her fangs were starting on it, back teeth scissoring off little slices to chew on. She dug her muzzle further into his stomach as he shook and gasped. When she finally drew back her muzzle was stained deep red, he could see up in the mirror that she'd somehow torn through his stomach muscles and could pretty clearly see his vital organs. He didn't have the strength to pull against the cuffs anymore. She could sense this, so she worked quickly, pulling on the sweetbreads to get to the liver. She pulled hard, dragging out intestines and several rather large looking blood vessels.

She stared at it for a moment and then looked up at herself in the mirror. She was utterly manic, blood soaking into her fur, especially around her claws and muzzle, eyes wild, having seemingly lost all higher functions. She bit down, hard, onto the liver.

Jane was sitting down on the couch with her legs crossed, the window to her apartment open, listening to the gentle waft of oriental music. She heard a slight change in the tune that piqued her interest. She stood and smoothed out her black and red dress, checked her twin to see if her fur was out of place. Her twin smiled at her, fur pure and glacial white. She trotted back to her bedroom, the door ajar, and her bed clean, sheets pressed. She opened the closet door and grasped the handles on either side of the little tote inside and lugged it into the living room. She reached inside and drew out several packages, her muzzle twisting slightly as she divided them into two groups. The first she picked up and distributed into her fridge and freezer. The second she put into a simple, black duffle bag and took with her into Chinatown.

When she returned, she had several thick wads of bills and several veggies sticking out of a brown paper bag. She returned those to the fridge and freezer, opening the latter and stopping to stare. He was at about head height, his eyes frozen over and his jaw hanging slightly open, tongue resting at the edge of the plate he was on. She didn't know why she'd kept his head, especially since she hadn't with any of the others.

She closed the little freezer door. She turned a knob and heard a little 'crack.' A gentle blue flame started under what looked like a steak.