It had been a normal day for Christian, right up to dinner which was considered a specialty to Congolese tribes. The entire meal consisted of liver, a salad, and toasted white bread. It wasn't what the meal was that caused it to be a specialty; it was where it came from.

He finished his meal and took the plates to the kitchen where he washed and dried them. He looked down on the body of his former next door neighbor and wondered how he was going to dispose of it. A sigh escaped his lips as he looked at where he had crudely stuffed rags and cloths into the jagged hole where the man's liver had once been.

A little blood had fallen onto the floor, but with a mop and soapy water, that could be cleaned up. A quick glance around the room revealed that other than the body and the blood on the floor, nothing was out of place. There was quite a bit of cleaning to do, though. Maybe there was enough left for another meal, like steak and kidney pie, but there was all that blood to deal with. Humans bleed too much, he thought to himself, such an annoying trait.

Christian picked up a knife and knelt near the body, poking it to determine the location of the kidneys. Upon discovering the area, he poked the small knife into the flesh and began to cut. Just like when he had cut out the liver, blood oozed down the skin from the cut and splattered in maroon puddles on the linoleum floor.

The kidneys came out easily enough. It was the cutting through the flesh that was difficult, and the fact that it had to be cut so that the organs weren't damaged, and there was so much blood and so many layers of flesh to go through. The rest of the human body was useless.

The meat was not to his taste, and you couldn't eat any of the other vital organs, except maybe the heart or the brain, but Christian didn't like having to take the time to prepare them.

There was only one question that plagued him right now; how to get rid of the body? Christian then remembered the safe deposit boxes he had at the post office. It would take a few days, but he could cut the body into pieces and put them in plastic bags and then into paper bags, and put them into the first five safe deposit boxes. There they would stay, until he could slowly dispose of them, one piece at a time.