Flee or fight? To swim away will gain nothing. To attack and feast must be strategic. Violently dealt with. Rip all their Terra horror heads off their Terra tether necks. Devour each tasty treat in due fancy so visions and their surprises aren't rushed or taken for granted. Savour each anthropophagite.

The cemetery is in the backyard of a huge church. Gothic black. External buttresses. Stalagmite steeples. Crenellations like gaping teeth. Giant buckling wooden doors like broken drawbridges.

The whole skinny bleak gray and black siding curl like the roofs useless shingles; won't stop a drop of rain from leaking inside. Let alone the diluvial.

And the windows. Ancient smashed glass. Probably by the pressure of the depths that swallowed everything. Maybe by the revenants if and when someone else came here to be unknowingly torn apart.

The water's thick as a semen soak molasses with all the different scents of sensation waiting for Judith's taste buds. Such curiosities are salivating the tip of her tongue's lingo.

The graveyard girl knows of the brutality that is the horde of cemetery floaters only a few feet away. She's terrifyingly electrified by the tasty treats swimming like a faction of hallucinations out of their undercroft toward her. Delicious phantasms.

Judith turns her head back down. Witnesses deeply into two eyes to find the soul of the revenant crushing her throat. The girl's underwater iris is a glow of malachite but also a mermaids lagoon of teal flecks and Persian, swimming with melting squiggly lines of aquamarine. Miniature bottomless pit pupils suck the gravity out of Judith's will like distant black holes eating up entire universes. It's an organism that feeds on itself and regenerates at the same time. A snake eating its tail, but also constricting to death its prey. Perhaps the gripping serpent slithers upon Kantian intuition, stretches and warps all reality away from the linear and at the same time, violently and extremely, forms into a horizon of senseless sensation. Perhaps it's the closest representation of God in the Heavens. God watches and curls His lips. Searches wrathfully for something to be jealous of. Everywhere He looks. A sacrifice in His name. He's beyond all moral law. Demanding the love of sinners because only sinners really exist.

Is that what the revenants truly want? Love? And what does 'love' mean to such undead bodies? Death? The act of death? The avant garde of killing? Judith's about to test the useless theory with the living experience.

Tips of the long blonde hair of the Terra revenant float into Judith's eyes. The graveyard girl crushes the cemetery revenant's windpipe with one hand. Rips out her larynx and vocal chords. Judith snaps the horrible thing's head back. Breaks the spine. The Terra revenant sits with her head hovering and dangling upon her back. Her hands have let go of Judith. Arms flail in an attempt to re-situate her neck upon her body. In this moment, Judith punches the Terra revenant's breast as hard as possible. Her fist penetrates chest. Goes deep. In one swift motion, she pulls out the heart. Cuts her hand open on broken ribs in the process. Stuffs the pumping organ into the Terra head's mouth and pushes off the tomb. Swims up and away. Flees the many others that are bubbling closer and closer around her body like humanoid piranhas.

Judith seems faster than what's chasing her, and yet, some of them are gaining on her. Perhaps it's time to experiment with how they stack up to graveyard girl strength and smarts. Can any of them compare to the lurching torture Terra monster from the vision? The Terra who easily destroyed Judith. The toe eater.

She'll use everything her body will allow for this battle. Malediction. Fingers and fists. Heels and teeth. Elbows and knees. Headbutts. Her plan is of bare hand decapitation and organ removal. Use her mitts like a forsaken infatuation. When she wins, what remains of her will feast upon the leftovers of the aftermath. Brains and hearts. The tasty treats.

Judith looks down at her flutter kick feet. There must be a hundred Terra's just below as she swims like flying in a dream. They grasp but never touch.

Can the Terra's notice in the dark depth? Witness Judith's position? She thinks so. Their eyes are like bright distant malachite planets climbing through the pressure of the underwater universe.

Swims in zags and twirls. Lineal and Möbius. They mimic her trail. Follow her scent. Judith speeds up. They speed up. She ascends. They ascend.

From the above, Judith spies something shiny in the below. Not another revenant. Something like silver. Flashy. Judith's like a barracuda in the glare of curiosity, which she knows is not the best timing for such a nagging intuition. Regardless, she abruptly descends with the mass of death still haunting her every watery movement. Descends at a sharp angle away from the revenants, toward the shiny object in her eyes.

What comes into view is an axe buried in the side of a long dead tree. Closer and closer. She notices a familiarity. It's the double blade, black hilt demon weapon she witnessed Jane carving into the shark tooth with. Beside it, hanging from a nail, is an osteal mask.

Judith makes a decision. This is the place she'll stand her ground and destroy the revenants.

She pulls the glowing skull mask off the carpenter nail and has no reasoning behind placing it on her face other than it looks badass. When she fits it over her head, it suctions to her skin. Her vision becomes much brighter underwater. Can witness further. Clearer. Now one of her senses has a necessary advantage against the enemy that's quickly approaching. Can see better than daylight, better than the shadows on the sun blind midday snow of an open field. Can notice the flecks in the water, like solid stationary black rain which the revenants swim as tilted husks through, interrupting the water's freckled dormancy.

Each revenant, through the eyes of the mask, are like malevolent Janes and Terras. Ghostly and blearily osteal. Wreckages of former human beings.

The graveyard girl runs her fingers along the black hilt. Grips the axe handle. Pulls it easily from the permeable flesh of the corpse tree. Questions how this tree is not completely disintegrated. Too soft and spongy. Has it been sewn together by the haunting needles of apparitional stitches? It wants to fall apart, but it can't. What's holding it together? Maybe the hollowness within the tree doesn't want to join with the hollowness of the outside world. It reminds her of the upstairs flora of the world she escaped, with its heavy dusty weighty atmosphere turning her skin into a million little Hell's itches.

The axe is very light. Cuts through the water like liquid air. A smile cuts across Judith's face as the horde swims just above the tree. Judith pushes off the muck and cement of the underground water realm to meet her enemies face to face, eye to eye, pupil to pupil, black hole to black hole. And so gravity collides with gravity.

The instant Judith swings, a floating revenant is missing its lower half. Black blood clouds the water like ghostly tethers connecting the two sections as they drift away from each other.

Next, she bashes the hilt of the axe onto the head of one swimming just underneath her. Skull craters enough that the brain exposes. The monster's wide eyes and stunting countenance are an indication that it has a brutal brain trauma. Twitches. Seizures.

All the Terra revenants open their mouths wide like face torn smiles and mockingly laugh with the same crackly, reverb wraith voice. All sound exact. Surrounding. Howl at the exact same time. Their ominous voices seem to chill the water, almost freeze the world of liquid into a thick, murky claustrophobia.

This strategy doesn't stop Judith from quickly chopping away the heads of the three closest teeth baring revenants.

The axe doesn't seem to exist as if it's in water. She can swing it faster than she can witness. It's a blurry weapon in a slow motion existence. With each chopping slice, the water clouds red and black. Becomes crowded with flesh and muscle and shit.

A Terra revenant grabs Judith's calf. Takes a large bite out of the graveyard girl's leg. Screams imprecation and hacks her axe down upon the revenant's skull cap, turning its head and face into the likeness of a split face Palmer imitation from the paranoia world of ice and flamethrowers.

They surround. The cemetery girls eat her. A bite here. A taste there. She keeps hacking their arms and legs and heads off within a fog of red black morsel gore.

Judith notices she's missing an entire foot. Both of her shoulders are torn to the bone. The rage of such trespass devours her ability to use reason. Adrenaline takes over every aspect of her reaction within her situation. Screams and twirls and swings and hacks in spinning circles. What's left of her body is like a bladed teetotum moving at the speed of a throat slitting blear. Murder axe maelstrom.

A blonde hair menace manages to grab Judith's back with her knife like fingernails. Claws all the way down the graveyard girl's naked spine. Before Judith can take its head off, it chews a huge chunk out of her right ass cheek. Judith spears it in the heart with a protruding bone from her left leg where her foot used to be. Chops its head off at the jaw with the murder axe. Judith can see her own flesh float out of the revenants destroyed mouth.

"Motherfucker!"

One by one, the enemy is subdued into bits and pieces. Judith's also become bits and pieces in the process. Her ribs expose. She's missing three fingers on her left hand. Somehow, she accidentally cut off one of her own earlobes while wildly swinging the battle axe.

She continues twirling the axe around and around, blindly flailing in the red murky fog of their blood subtractive with her blood. Takes a few more blind swings for her to realize revenants aren't attacking anymore. Slows. Twirling momentum decreases. Stops. Swims what's left of her morose self out of the sanguine morsel nimbus.

Topography of the bottom is a litter of squirming body parts. As is all surrounding outer intuition. She descends like an undead goddess through it. Through the pain of victory. Bares her teeth and grinds them with anticipation. Pulls off the skull mask and lets it float down to the bottom. Takes a moment for her eyes to adjust. Darker without the mask on. Sight normalizes.

Judith grasps and grips a floating torso. Reaches through its decapitation. Stumpy neck. Fingers down into its rib cage. Pulls out the heart. Admires her spoil. Takes a succulent bite from the slowly beating organ.

Tastes like a summer breeze, sitting as a Baron in a lifetime of trees, watching the dawn explode upon the dying night. Tastes like the childhood Judith never had. The rebellion she never won.

"In all my years, if there was ever such a clock fastened to my inner intuition, it never occurred to me. It just seemed...logical and natural. Everyone has a beginning. I'm remembering that I was never, ever a child. I was a daughter, a friend...but never a child? I wonder what else I never was?"

Judith eats the rest of the heart and sits in her mind, living her tree life, never touching the ground. Building tree castles and having tree sex with the many courting princes and their awkward footing upon the branches and shaking leaves.

"Motherfuck gravity!"

When the graveyard girl exits the vision of one life, she finds another heart in another flailing corpse. Shoves it whole into her mouth. Chews a cloud of blood from her lips. The next vision hits. Tastes herself witnessing colour for the first time. Knows that not another soul can fathom the diversity of such a wonder. Holds an apple in her hand. Red. Judith takes a bite and tastes juicy red for the first time. The whole vision fills with someone else's memory. Escaping the prison of a world without colour and finding kindred souls outside of the bright black.

The next appetizer on the list is a severed head. She bashes the skull with the axe hilt and pops the pink gelatinous thinking blob out and into her mouth. She makes a sucking, slurping sound as she feasts.

Judith's taller in this vision. Feels much heavier. Bulbous. Holds the murder axe. Thinks her name is Warren.

She's in an enormous forest like the one upstairs. There're headless bodies dressed in black on the ground all around her. Limbs in contortions. Hears a puddling thumping bashing sound close to her position. Walks around numerous trees to investigate. Doesn't feel fear. Comes across a topless, blood gore girl pounding a severed head upon a giant tree root. The girl turns. Bares her bloody breasts. Smiles unpleasantly at Judith. The girl's teeth are caked in flesh and blood. The graveyard girl knows who this monster might be. Terra but she has an inkling this one might be stronger than the one from the bone saw man's butchery room.

Judith witnesses something behind the pale malachite eyes of this monster. Almost apparitional. Terra twitches and moves quickly toward Judith. Another set of eyes blink behind Terra's. She recognizes who's they are.

"So, Motherfucker! You can control them."

Terra stops moving. Face blanks like consciousness has stopped. Opens her mouth. A crackly, reverberating language fills the air. Words exit her unmoving vocal orifice. The voice of a man below the voice of a woman speaks.

"Interesting. Extremely interesting. I remember you, coppery green hair little bitch! It's nice to see another non lineal being. And in the body of that fat fuck bearded asshole? Oh, I hate who you've become."

The bone saw man laughs like a tumour on a tongue.

"Hmm. So, whatever your name is, naked girl, where do you think this place is? Why are you in my world?"

Judith has to think carefully about her words. She doesn't want to give away where she is or where she's been. She simply shrugs and lets the narcissist in the conversation be a narcissist.

"Well, when you're ready to know, get in touch. I know you've killed my creations. I know that you've somehow destroyed my great big fishy fuck. And I also know that many of my weapons...my army are dead. Why else would you be here?

Terra's head slants toward her right shoulder. Eye contact remains.

"But what are you? A tasty treat?"

Judith lets the silence speak. She doesn't interrupt bone saw's conversation with himself. Then it dawns on her that maybe she can't answer. Maybe he's not actually talking to her. It's a vision. None of this is really happening, is it?

"Ah, well. Whatever. I bet you haven't met a Terra like this. Well, feast your eyes on the strongest of them all. Jane's going to say hi to you now. Bye, bye."

Judith feels a savage fear come over her. She's met Jane. She likes Jane. But she wants to run away now. It's far too late for such conveniences. The most horrific revenant Judith has witnessed swiftly garbs her by the neck. Smiles like a vampire. Twists the big man's neck around before the axe has a chance to mount a defence. His head, like her vision, leaves his shoulders.

Judith falls back into the water. Opens her eyes. Wonders if she shouldn't stop having her labyrinthine meal altogether.

"My Jane's a motherfucking monster of a girl."

Looks around. Dead revenants float everywhere. One glares like a hearse. Eyes still glow.

Beyond the bodies, at a distance, Judith witnesses the giant eye of some massive white creature swim along and disappear into the darkness. She shrugs. Maybe it also wants a taste.

The graveyard girl turns her attention to her meal.

"So many tickers and minds to feast and gorge upon. How many are like this last one? You bone saw motherfucker! How many mean anything? How many will heal my chewed up body? How many will give me a new lifetime? Any? All?

Can smell so many hearts and brains in the vicinity. Licks her lips. Finds it difficult to pursue any resemblance of self control, regardless of what surprises each vision has for her. Reaches. Grabs the stringy hair of a slaughtered corpse. Pulls toward her ravenous inebriation.