H Trope: auto-cannibalism
Current Event: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Self-cannibalism
Kari leaned from behind him while the movie in Forensics flickered on the screen in front of the class, whispering in his ear, “You know, if you bite your fingernails, the pieces will poke through your intestines and you’ll get a bleeding ulcer.”
“Shut up,” Mark hissed back at her.
Mr. Stanton looked up from the paper he was correcting and scowled at the two of them.
After class, Kari tapped Mark on the shoulder and said, “You’re the one who asked me to bug you about it.”
“Yeah, but…” he stopped talking as a pair of freshmen boys ran like elementary kids down the hall, cutting between him and Kari. It was a good thing, Mark decided. He’d almost told her the real reason he wanted to stop biting his nails. Or horking his snot or sucking the blood from a hangnail or any of the other instances of him eating his own flesh and blood. It started out as accidental. He’d been playing boot hockey over Christmas break and he’d been whanged in the nose and gotten a fierce nosebleed. Swallowing the blood to keep from grossing everyone out by spitting it on the ice had started something inside of him.
Kari leaned from behind him while the movie in Forensics flickered on the screen in front of the class, whispering in his ear, “You know, if you bite your fingernails, the pieces will poke through your intestines and you’ll get a bleeding ulcer.”
“Shut up,” Mark hissed back at her.
Mr. Stanton looked up from the paper he was correcting and scowled at the two of them.
After class, Kari tapped Mark on the shoulder and said, “You’re the one who asked me to bug you about it.”
“Yeah, but…” he stopped talking as a pair of freshmen boys ran like elementary kids down the hall, cutting between him and Kari. It was a good thing, Mark decided. He’d almost told her the real reason he wanted to stop biting his nails. Or horking his snot or sucking the blood from a hangnail or any of the other instances of him eating his own flesh and blood. It started out as accidental. He’d been playing boot hockey over Christmas break and he’d been whanged in the nose and gotten a fierce nosebleed. Swallowing the blood to keep from grossing everyone out by spitting it on the ice had started something inside of him.
“‘Yeah, but’ what?” Kari asked when they pulled together again.
Mark shrugged and said, “I’ll tell you at lunch.”
Inside, he heard his Inner Voice say, “No you won’t. You won’t tell anyone about me. You just keep feeding me and when I’m big enough, I’ll come out and we’ll take over the world…”
Name Source: Local, Minnesota
Mark shrugged and said, “I’ll tell you at lunch.”
Inside, he heard his Inner Voice say, “No you won’t. You won’t tell anyone about me. You just keep feeding me and when I’m big enough, I’ll come out and we’ll take over the world…”
Name Source: Local, Minnesota
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