The Best Band in the World

Written in a stream of consciousness. Unedited and Raw.

Kyle watched as a sharp piece of paper slid through his skin like dental floss slicing a perfect cube of blackberry jello. He could feel the pain right away but didn’t see any blood just yet. He separated the cut with his thumb and first finger.

The human juice finally spilled out from the pale skin. “Ouch,” Kyle said with no emotion. It almost came off sarcastic. “I hope you didn’t get any blood on the paper,” said Kyle’s friend Rusty. Kyle lifted the contract to check. The two friends were in the middle of signing a deal.

The deal was from the Links Corporation. Both friends were going to get an extra arm. But to do it, you need to pair up with a partner. It helps with materials and what not. Extra skin and muscle would be involved. Also dead people. Once they have three arms each, they would start the Best Band in the World.