The taste of raw meat invaded my mouth. I chew on the flesh, trying to tear it to shreds, but it felt like I was chewing plastic. I had to force myself to swallow the thing whole. The bite I had taken was so big that I thought I going to choke when I felt it going down my throat. But I was fine. Every time I feared, and every time I was fine. When I was done with the iron tasting heart, I whipped my mouth clean.
I looked at the dead man on the table. His chest open, heart ripped out. Only a monster could have done that. I am that monster. Or am I really? I am just a man who found the way to realize everyone’s deepest wish. I was no monster. Monsters always die in the end, and I am still alive. Any ways, what is the value of a life when that man is throwing it away in the first place?
So I walk toward the wash room. I take off my clothes and start the shower. The water is hot, mist already start to form on the mirror. I look at the clouded reflection of my face in the mirror and smile. I get in the water. I feel it drip on my back. My hair gets wet. It feels so good. I open my mouth to let the hot water in. I clean my mouth, my teeth and my thong. I was myself and stay in there for what feels like an eternity, but in the end, it’s just half an hour.
When I finally get out, I take my towel and give the mirror a show, just to clean it, to remove the mist. And then I see my face, renewed. I am young again, 65 years younger. All thanks to that man’s heart. I bones won’t hurt for a while. My memory is back at full capacity. And my health is just great.
I am not a monster. I am just a man with a secret. I have found the secret everybody wishes for. I know the way to immortality. I cannot die. I won against death.
