4. Indiscriminate Pity

Maybe it was the look on his face. Or perhaps the look of his face that stunned her. She had no idea what they did to him.

Till now.

And yet he was back. Alive, moving and standing hideously before her very eyes. Assaulted by the grotesquely melted face, she took a step back, recoiling in fear. She wanted to slap him but feared the damage it might cause and the idea of feeling his face again. She stood motionless, drowned out by the overwhelming shock enveloping her.

He saw the horror in her eyes and enjoyed every moment of it. He saw her recoil, just like when he recoiled and struggled against what ate his skin. He relished the victory standing there. He hated himself for sharing his pain with her. He had buisiness to settle.

"You don't know what trouble you've caused me, my dearest Julie."

He glanced at the car parked at the edge of the cemetary. The driver was drawing a gun, walking towards them.

"And what trouble you are causing me now. You came prepared and so did I."

He flipped open his briefcase and tossed the file at her. Just then, a shot rang out through the air and a round whisked past his body.

"Its for you. He can stop firing now."

Just as he said that, he bolted off and disappeared amongst stones carved with memories.

She stood there, incapacitated, stunned.