Attempting To Write Something Sinister. How Does This Sound?

Hey!!
so as the title suggests i was in a mood to try and write something really different to what i normally write. I just want to know if this sounds interesting and slightly creepy??

A bloody, pulsing heart lay at my feet, beating as if it were still inside the body of my former best friend. The colour alone was enough to make my stomach twist and turn my entire body weak. The heart, still warm, was twitching as it continued to beat. The sound got to me more than anything. The quick, double beat rhythm over and over again. Normal people wouldn’t have heard it, but then again I’m not normal. The steady beat was enough to drive my breathing over the edge. Bile shot up my throat and I had to turn away to avoid being sick all over the cold body of my deceased friend. The burning in my throat made me want to grab some water and down it in one, but I couldn’t. I had to stay with the body, with the heart, until Lynx could get here. Gathering my stomach back to where it should be, I slowly turned back to my friend; trying to remember everything I had been told. I was a Destroyer.
“Lay there, forever more. Blood be black, soul be red. May you rest now forever more, not in the heavens but in the Tank.” I pulled a dagger from my small bag and tightened my grip on the specially carved handle. Bile rose in my throat again but I couldn’t let it take hold. I had to finish the prayer before it’s too late. “Rest now forever more, may this dagger be the end. Show no fear.” The heart’s beating slowed down and my training kicked in. “Forever more!” Within a split second, my hand came swinging down and went straight into the heart. The blade sliced through swiftly and lodged in the ground beneath the heart. I’d pierced all the way through. Black blood gushed from the quickly dying heart and covered my bare hands. The disgusting organ shrivelled up to nothing more than a very old looking prune and I withdrew the blade. Black slime dripped from the knife as I held up it up so I could clean it on my already bloody shirt.
“I’ll take it from here.” A deep, husky voice spoke in my ear. Surprisingly, the voice didn’t scare me one bit. I was expecting him to show up. “You are dismissed, girl.” His accent was strong with a hint of Irish left in it, but it wasn’t funny at all. It was terrifying. Lynx looked at the prune size heart and then at the body. I stared at my friend, so cold, so alone, and swallowed hard. Her hair was still just as perfect as she always had it. Her pale, blue eyes were glossed over with death. Her body was sprawled roughly on the ground with a massive hole missing in her chest. They had pulled her heart out. Them. The Flies.
“T-thanks.” The dagger made its way back into the sheath on my belt, sleeping for the night. At the thought of having to walk away, all I wanted to do was crouch down with my murdered friend and pat her hand. No, I’d hold her hand, put two coins over her eyes for the Ferry Man and wait for her soul to leave her body. Unfortunately, if I touched her, I would awaken the curse and she would come back. But not as her former self. Not even as a shadow of her former self. She would awaken with no heart and be programmed to work for The Flies. Those bastards. First they killed my family. Then my friends. The only person left to kill was Lynx…but he was already dead.
“This corpse will be burned with you watching if you do not leave.” Lynx pulled a matchbox from his back pocket and lit the tiny, wooden stick. I didn’t leave. “So be it, Vivianna.” The flame licked at the wood but when he flicked it at the body, the flame engulfed my friend like petrol had just been poured everywhere. The smell of burning flesh was overpowering but I kept calm. I’d seen it all before. My friend’s body was suddenly swallowed by the flames and the screaming began. Her heart turned to ash and a howl of a scream escaped her dead lips. Her corpse roared, no shreiked, as the Change was forced to stop by the flames. My friend’d cry died off after a few seconds as her skin peeled away and turned to soot. It was gut wrenching and a lump formed in my throat. I couldn’t help but to throw up again but this time it didn’t matter where. The body was gone. And so was my very last friend in the world.

Sooooo??? what do you guys think??
I know it’s kinda confusing because i haven’t written what it’s about but basically a summary is:
People are getting killed by having their hearts ripped out by The Flies who then want to programme the bodies to fight on their side. The Flies are an organisation of people who want to basically get rid of all things creative. Music, painting, movies etc. A group of people called the Destroyers go round and ‘destroy’ the bodies before the change takes over.
So, what do you guys think?????
Would you read the story or not??
Oh and Lynx is already dead because he’s been Changed but Vivianna planted a microchip in him so he’s hi
just realised that there’s writing missing haha.
Lynx is dead because he was Changed but Vivianna planted a microchip in him so he’s back alive again. She couldn’t put the chip in her friend because it has to be done while the body is still warm. her friend had been dead for a while.
and yeah, i tried to space it out but there wasn’t enough room to do it =\ sorry about that