Creative Tuesday – Bleedfeeders Chapter 3
Solaris had been to the city morgue numerous times, usually in the course of an investigation. Renegade members of his race had killed humans before for a variety of reasons. So, in the course of bringing them to justice, Solaris would have to come to the city morgue. Had he not contracted the bleed, it would have been a unique and curious, albeit completely alien part of Terran life. But faced with his own mortality, something that no healthy member of his race would ever naturally face, the city morgue was a grim reminder of what he would have to expect.
For Marty, who had never been to the morgue before, it was a chilling, if not completely frightening experience.
“I think I see the angel of death,” Marty whispered as they approached the door. Solaris first looked to Marty, frozen before the large doors of the imposing building, then up at the ledges that banded the dark brick building.
On the ledge stood the strange masked figure he saw earlier.
“That’s not the angel of death.” Marty continued to stare at the figure as he moved back into the shadows.
“What was it?” Solaris shook his head.
“I don’t know,” he commented, “Sometimes the solids really make me wonder.” Solaris walked towards the door once more, “You coming.” Marty shook his head as he followed Solaris into the morgue.
“All the cities on this world I had to settle in, I chose this one.”
The coroner hadn’t begun the autopsy of the girl yet. Solaris and Marty stood on either side of the body.
“Do you have her things?” Solaris asked. The coroner nodded and moved to the far side of the room. Marty looked at the two wounds on the girl’s neck.
“Well, I can tell one thing, she doesn’t actually have the bleed.”
“It’s bleed energy, but it’s like backwash.” Marty straightened up, “I hate to say it.”
“Bleedfeeders.” Solaris silently shook his head, “It can’t be bleedfeeders. There’s no way bleedfeeders could feed on solids.”
“The solids have energy. Can’t you see it?”
“What do you mean?” Marty pointed at the coroner, “Just look at him. It’s no where near our energy levels, but it’s there.” Solaris stared at the coroner for a good long while before he shook his head.
“I don’t see it.”
“Come on, it’s right…” Marty stared at the coroner before it finally sunk in, “Light of the suns.” Solaris said nothing at first. But he knew what happened. Marty’s perception of energy spectra increased. There was still so much about the bleed that no one knew, “Something else the bleed does to you.”
“How long have you been able to see them like this?” Solaris asked. Marty didn’t reply immediately. He looked down at his watch.
It was dead on his wrist. Marty stared at it for a moment. It didn’t sink in right away. But he knew.
“My watch is dead.”
“Maybe it’s just…”
“It’s not the battery,” Marty sighed, “It’s the bleed.” Marty frowned, still staring at his watch, “Looks like you’re going to have to find someone else to help you.”
“Here are her things,” the coroner said, carrying everything that had been gathered from her person, “Is he okay?”
“He just got some real bad new,” Solaris somberly replied as he began to search the girl’s possessions. There wasn’t much. Solaris could find no identification of any kind, just a lip gloss, about one hundred dollars in cash, and what looked like a concert ticket. Solaris’ eyes widened as he flipped the ticket over.
“Light of the suns!”
“What is it?” Marty asked, regaining some degree of composure.
“It’s them,” Solaris answered. He stared at the ticket, a general admission to a concert for a band called the Bleedfeeders.