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What Lies in the Cellar By Harrison Pyros  Miss Tabatha LaBinnac strode down the hall, her perfect brunette hair bounced as she walked. She veered into the school’s teacher bathroom and closed the door behind her. She inspected herself in the mirror.  For a woman of thirty-three, she looked pretty good, about a decade younger. Her light brown hair gently caressed her sun-kissed cheeks. Her nose and under her chocolate brown eyes were sprinkled with freckles. Her high cheeks bones complimented her full lips, which hid two rows of perfect alabaster teeth.  Miss LaBinnac pressed her hands to her cheeks and moved them around. Pulling them back, stretching her skin, she let go and her perfectly-plucked eyebrows scrunched together.  “Wrinkles,” she muttered even though there were none. Her stomach gurgled. “Well, perhaps I should get a snack before I leave.”  She exited the bathroom and walked out of the hall, almost anxiously, and made her way to another hall. Her black high heels echoed through the empty hall. Finally, Miss LaBinnac came to the door she desired to go to. The cellar of the school. She unlocked it with her own special key and closed the door behind her as she went in.  Stepping off the last stair, Tabatha flicked on the light switch. She smiled and she glided towards her…snack.  And there it was: her delicious snack. Her dead student Isaac. His body was propped up against the wall. One arm was missing, Tabatha had finished that already, and many others parts of the corpse were nothing but picked clean bone. In the place that actually had human flesh on it had yellow puss leaking from its wounds. Flies buzzed around the empty eye-sockets and crawled on the red, nearly green, flesh.  Miss Labinnac licked her lips and stared at her former student.  //It tastes so good,// she thought. //Why are so many people repulsed by the idea?//  She knew the amazing results eating this corpse would give her: it kept her looking young. The thing nearly everyone wanted. It was as close to immortality as you could get.  She waved away the flies as she neared the corpse. // Stupid things. Eating what is mine. //  She inspected the decomposing body and chewed on her fingernail as she thought where to strike first this time. Finally making a decision, she made her way towards the gaping hole in the center of Isaac’s torso. She reached in for the desired organ. Disappointed, she remembered his heart was already consumed, but she shrugged her shoulders and moved to the next best thing. Her hand wrapping around the delicacy, she brought into view Isaac’s liver. Dried blood crusted around the organ, but nonetheless Tabatha licked her full lips. For she <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">knew there was much more of that sweet red liquid inside. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">And now came her favorite part. Her teeth dug into the organ, staining them red. Twin streams flowed down the sides of Miss LaBinnac’s cheeks and her pupils widened with pleasure. She chewed the squishy meat zealously leaving bits of the precious tissue stuck between her teeth. She slurped down the last of the enchanting piece of “food” and wiped her mouth. She licked her fingers, cleaning them of the sticky crimson liquid. Then she reached down and snapped off the finger bone of Isaac’s picked clean hand. Casually, she picked her teeth with the white bone, deep in thought. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">// There isn’t much left of him…perhaps I’ll need another. Hmmmm…. That boy Frankie in my third period is rather plump. Last me a while…maybe…maybe soon… //