Momoland - 1 - The deluded duo

Momoland

A deluded duo

Marina looked up from her jabbing of a dove’s lungs. Her husband, Momo as you know, was sitting on an antique leather ochre armchair, his charcoal shirt ripped and teared, and his denim trousers sheared by the knee. She felt a jab in her stomach. And it wasn’t her knife.

“Momo. Let's remove our faces. Just for now. You leave at 9. It's 7 now. “

Momo stretched out his muscled arms and removed his face. He wore a thick layer of TannoStick, his grandmother’s traditional recipe. He mixed up crushed human bone and sticky mucus to create the eyes and the smile. The eyeball stayed the same. It was a peelable mask. And it took 10 mins to apply. Easy and GR8. Marina obligingly removed hers, moaning quietly as the wasps' wings stung her lips.

You wouldn’t think it, but both monsters were beautiful. Momo had a deep history.

He was once a duke. A famous one too. His ancestors loved to kill. He shot the royal house’s inhabitants and took the place as his lair. His city was his own now. Marina gave him a comforting smile, as Momo stretched his facial muscles. He was fit and pretty. He had mud brown locks and startling crimson eyes. A brooding young man, his wife had known him and his true self, and since she was a daughter of his kind, she agreed to take his hand in marriage. Marina was young. She had long, sapphire curls, and shocking purple eyes coated in her own mix of kohl – squeezed tulips and children's eyeballs – and as Momo picked out a dark collared shirt, and crisp pebble trousers, she walked to the drawers, dumping the lungs in a jar, and pulled out a familiar rose rucksack. The tips of a machete and machine gun poked out.

“Momo. Let's go early tonight.”

Momo’s eyes went wide. Marina had already pulled a ski mask over her head and hidden her mouth with a bandana. She shot the machine gun into the cold strong currents of wind. A shrill scream of pain could be heard somewhere in the distance as Momo concealed his face. His eyes darted to the Mayor’s house.

“I didn’t get her last time, but I know it now. It don’t hurt to try again…”.

With evil grins, and shared cruelty, the duo marched into the night.