“Look Jane, it’s just not working out between us anymore…I’m seeing someone else.”
Jane just stared at the man she had come to love and had hoped loved her back as he began to drive away. He got into his car and began to drive away; he thought he was doing the right thing. He drove down the roads, starting to exceed the speed limit because he just felt invincible. His car wasn’t brand new. It was sometimes referred to as a lemon by his friends and Jane. But he was confident enough in it that when it began to shudder he really thought nothing of it. He turned on to the main road barely slowing down until in front of him a semi truck with a small gasoline payload screeched to a stop. He slammed right into the back of the vehicle going 100 km/h. The back of the gas tank kind of buckled inwards as the car ripped a small hole in the back of it, and gasoline started to pour down onto him. His car was in pretty bad shape, the hood of the car was bent upwards. All he could smell, all he could taste was the gasoline covering him. All in all he wasn’t that badly hurt. He unbuckled his seat belt and started to climb out of the window, but there was a jagged piece of glass that he cut his waist on. He screamed out in pain as gasoline mixed with blood rain down his thigh. Just then, the front of his car erupted in flame and him with it. Just then, the man who was driving the semi, grabbed a hold of him, and pulled out of the flaming wreckage and threw a blanket over him to smoulder the flame.
The fire department arrived moments later and proceeded to put out the fire before the gas tank exploded. Then an ambulance arrived. And the opened the back and put him inside on the stretcher. He was aware that he was conscious, but he wasn’t aware of where he was.
“What’s your name kid? Your wallet got burnt in the fire.” one of the paramedics asked him
“I….my name is….” But he couldn’t think of his name.
“Don’t think too hard, you were just in a serious collision, and you are suffering from massive burns across your entire body.”
“Why don’t I feel any pain?”
“We pumped you full of meds; I’m amazed you’re still conscious actually.”
“Why don’t I know what my own name is…why don’t I remember how I crashed?”
“You’re probably just in shock, don’t worry were almost at the hospital, and you’ll be just fine.”
He lay in hospital bed, waiting for the nurse’s to come in and wheel him to his next skin graft treatment. The fire had left his body a scarred ruin, he had heard a doctor describe it as the devils self portrait. He had been in the hospital for weeks, the only person who came to see him was his aunt, who winced the moment she saw him and left. After that no one else had come to see him. Every night, he had dreams, these dreams were so vivid and realistic, every night he fell asleep, and every morning he woke up wondering what was real. In his dreams there was this girl, the always appeared faceless. He met her at some frat party, he was sitting on the couch, and there she was, moving to the music, like a violent gypsy dance. In this dream, he just watched her, never approaching her or talking to her. One night while having this dream, something changed; he got up from the couch, and walked over to her, put his hands on her hips, turned her around and kissed her. He woke up the next morning wondering why the dream had changed.
The hospital refused to let him go until they got a positive ID on him, and because he couldn’t remember who he was, they put him into therapy. Once a week, a psychologist would come in and talk to him, ask him questions. He knew what he would be telling her about when she came in today.
“I had the dream again, the one with the girl, but it changed.”
“How so?” she asked, calmly.
“After a while of watching her, I got up, and moved to her, and put my hands on her hips, and kissed her. Why do you think my dream changed?”
“I think that dream might be part of your life, a part you have forgotten, your brain might be processing the information in there, and has only recently processed farther than just sitting there.”
He just sat there and pondered that.
He slept every chance he could get; he needed to find out who she was. This girl who haunted his dreams. Every night his dream would get a little farther. She would let him touch and feel her. And she would say she felt free like a pineapple in a tree, but at this point he just kept repeating “It’s dangerous to be so intimate.” to her. Then the dream would lead them to a room, and she would lie on her back. Every night when she laid on her back, the same words would come out of her mouth. “The sun hits my body like an ugly landscape.” And after that, the dream was stuck in fast forward. So much would happen, that he wouldn’t remember it all. But he did pick up on the fights, constantly fighting, why wouldn’t things get better? Then one night, he saw a second woman, one with fake porno tits, a pad lock on her lips, disposable hands, and a biodegradable tan. And then he would kiss her.
For weeks, the dream would end on that kiss. For weeks he slept restlessly waiting for the first girl to come back. But she wouldn’t. After about a month, he started having different dreams. He saw the first girl, but she would be standing in the hospital room in front of his bed, and she was wearing a newspaper gown. Every time he tried to talk to her, her gown would erupt into flames, covering her body. But she never moved an inch. These nightmares plagued him. And his health started to decline. His burns were not healing the way they should be, he heard a doctor mutter the words infection a few times.
He could feel his life slipping away from him, he knew he was dying; something was happening in his body that he just could not control. One night after the nurses gave him a sedative to help him sleep. He was the first girl again, but not in his room. She was in some beer soaked apartment, talking to some guy. Some guy she said she had just met. This guy was sketchy looking. He saw this guy yell at her, saw this guy hit her, and saw this guy love her. They would do all the things; he never said that he wanted. He could feel his thoughts slipping, he tried grasping onto the image of the girl, but she kept slipping away from him. He felt himself dying. Then he realised, he knew this woman, that night he gave his burned a face, that night he gave his burden a name. the last words he uttered before he flat lined.
“I’m sorry Jane.”
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Ambulance VS Ambulance
“Wow, what a long day.” Exclaimed Mr Moore as he got in the elevator. Mr Moore was an outgoing consultant at his software company. Mr Moore himself gave the green light to many major deals his company had made. Mr Moore got out of the elevator and started to walk out the building, as he passed the receptionist he gave her a wink. He went to his car and got in, then drove to the tanning salon. Mr Moore was going on vacation in a few weeks to a tropical country and did not want to get burnt up. He walked into the salon paid 30 dollars and went to his tanning room. He was in their for 15 minutes when the bell rang for him to turn over, after a few minutes turned over he heard the door open, by the time he had turned his neck to see who it was, he felt a sharp pinch on his neck and saw a thumb push down on the plunger of the syringe.
“Who are yo-” he had lost consciousness.
When Mr Moore awoke he was aware of three things, he had a splitting headache, he was strapped down on to a table of some sort and he was in some kind of operating room. Just then the intercom crackled to life, and he heard a voice say.
“Glad to see you have regained consciousness.”
“Where am I?” Mr Moore Shouted
“You are in an operating room.”
“I can see that, but why am I here?”
“Mr Moore, my friends and I have been hired by someone to perform a bit of a surgery on you.”
“What do you mean? Why?”
“Mr Moore it seems you have been neglecting your family for quite some time.”
“I-I have a very demanding job, it’s not my fault.”
“Your family doesn’t seem to think it’s not your fault Mr Moore.”
“Look, I don’t know who you are, but whoever you think I am, I’m not.”
“Didn’t you leave your wife for a hooker?”
“H-How did you know that? My wife and I have been having problems for years. It was just a matter of time. What do you want from me?”
“We just want you to answer a few questions Mr Moore”
“Fine then ask me!” Mr Moore screamed.
“Tell us Mr Moore, what was going through your head? When you looked into their eyes?”
“Whose eyes?”
“Don’t be dumb, your families eyes. Your wife and children, what were you thinking when you said ‘No thanks, I’ll take the hooker instead’?”
“What are you going to do to me?”
“Answer the question.”
Mr Moore had started to sob
“I was thinking that I don’t want the responsibility.”
“Wrong answer Mr Moore.”
The door swung open and 2 people dressed in surgeon’s clothes and masks walked in and went to the opposite sides of the table and brought 2 trolleys to their side.
“What are you doing?”
“If you had replied honestly Mr Moore, that you were just horny and lonely, we could have skipped this step.” One of them replied
Mr Moore started to thrash around on the table but his restraints held him in place.
“Please don’t hurt me.” Mr Moore begged.
“It’s not our call.” The other one said
The 2 surgeon’s picked up a scalpel and started to cut at Mr Moore’s thighs. Mr Moore, felt the blades piercing his skin and he screamed out in pain.
“You are experiencing the level of loss and suffering you caused your family Mr Moore.”
The 2 surgeon’s proceeded to cut off pieces of Mr Moore’s thigh. After they had both cut off sizeable pieces, they threw alcohol on the wound to sanitize it and then the cauterized it with 2 large irons. Mr Moore had never known such pain.
One of the surgeons produced a microphone and stuck into Mr Moore’s face.
“So, Mr Moore, tell us, what do you miss more, your desk or the hungry sky?
For awhile Mr. Moore just screamed in pain, and couldn’t answer, but the surgeons were patient.
Eventually when he calmed down they asked him the question again.
“I miss my workspace.”
The one surgeon looked at him and just said.
“Wrong Answer.”
Mrs Moore was sitting on the couch watching the television with her two kids both were 4 years old, when the phone rang. She got up to go answer it, telling her children she would be right back. When she picked up the phone she heard a familiar voice.
“Did you find him?” she asked
The voice on the phone confirmed
“Is he dead?”
The voice once again confirmed
“He had it coming.” She said
“He sure did Mrs Moore, we have the whole thing an audio and video if you want it, and we have the entire file on paper for you as well.”
“Thank you, and yes please I’d like them all.”
“Don’t forget the deal Mrs Moore; we’re coming back for your children.”
“I haven’t forgotten. Good bye.”
Mrs Moore went back to sit with her kids, she turned the news on, there were more abductions and killings all across the country, these attacks being made by pale people with a very eerie air about them, some cult or something she thought.“What a messed up world we live in.”
“Who are yo-” he had lost consciousness.
When Mr Moore awoke he was aware of three things, he had a splitting headache, he was strapped down on to a table of some sort and he was in some kind of operating room. Just then the intercom crackled to life, and he heard a voice say.
“Glad to see you have regained consciousness.”
“Where am I?” Mr Moore Shouted
“You are in an operating room.”
“I can see that, but why am I here?”
“Mr Moore, my friends and I have been hired by someone to perform a bit of a surgery on you.”
“What do you mean? Why?”
“Mr Moore it seems you have been neglecting your family for quite some time.”
“I-I have a very demanding job, it’s not my fault.”
“Your family doesn’t seem to think it’s not your fault Mr Moore.”
“Look, I don’t know who you are, but whoever you think I am, I’m not.”
“Didn’t you leave your wife for a hooker?”
“H-How did you know that? My wife and I have been having problems for years. It was just a matter of time. What do you want from me?”
“We just want you to answer a few questions Mr Moore”
“Fine then ask me!” Mr Moore screamed.
“Tell us Mr Moore, what was going through your head? When you looked into their eyes?”
“Whose eyes?”
“Don’t be dumb, your families eyes. Your wife and children, what were you thinking when you said ‘No thanks, I’ll take the hooker instead’?”
“What are you going to do to me?”
“Answer the question.”
Mr Moore had started to sob
“I was thinking that I don’t want the responsibility.”
“Wrong answer Mr Moore.”
The door swung open and 2 people dressed in surgeon’s clothes and masks walked in and went to the opposite sides of the table and brought 2 trolleys to their side.
“What are you doing?”
“If you had replied honestly Mr Moore, that you were just horny and lonely, we could have skipped this step.” One of them replied
Mr Moore started to thrash around on the table but his restraints held him in place.
“Please don’t hurt me.” Mr Moore begged.
“It’s not our call.” The other one said
The 2 surgeon’s picked up a scalpel and started to cut at Mr Moore’s thighs. Mr Moore, felt the blades piercing his skin and he screamed out in pain.
“You are experiencing the level of loss and suffering you caused your family Mr Moore.”
The 2 surgeon’s proceeded to cut off pieces of Mr Moore’s thigh. After they had both cut off sizeable pieces, they threw alcohol on the wound to sanitize it and then the cauterized it with 2 large irons. Mr Moore had never known such pain.
One of the surgeons produced a microphone and stuck into Mr Moore’s face.
“So, Mr Moore, tell us, what do you miss more, your desk or the hungry sky?
For awhile Mr. Moore just screamed in pain, and couldn’t answer, but the surgeons were patient.
Eventually when he calmed down they asked him the question again.
“I miss my workspace.”
The one surgeon looked at him and just said.
“Wrong Answer.”
Mrs Moore was sitting on the couch watching the television with her two kids both were 4 years old, when the phone rang. She got up to go answer it, telling her children she would be right back. When she picked up the phone she heard a familiar voice.
“Did you find him?” she asked
The voice on the phone confirmed
“Is he dead?”
The voice once again confirmed
“He had it coming.” She said
“He sure did Mrs Moore, we have the whole thing an audio and video if you want it, and we have the entire file on paper for you as well.”
“Thank you, and yes please I’d like them all.”
“Don’t forget the deal Mrs Moore; we’re coming back for your children.”
“I haven’t forgotten. Good bye.”
Mrs Moore went back to sit with her kids, she turned the news on, there were more abductions and killings all across the country, these attacks being made by pale people with a very eerie air about them, some cult or something she thought.“What a messed up world we live in.”
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Salesman, Denver Max
Max Denver was a not so ordinary guy, who let an almost ordinary life, but nobody knew what made it quite so unordinary. Max was a car salesman, at the auto lot he worked at, he was considered to be their best salesman. Max had a way with the kids’ parents sometimes parents brought in, that they immediately trusted him. Max woke up and got dressed, and then he made breakfast while listening to the news on the local radio station. The news contained the same old dreary news, more disturbing attacks from around the country and some from around the world were being reported. It seemed like more and more people were being brutally attacked the number of attacks daily were rising. The victims would either be killed, and drained of all their blood, or bitten in the neck and then kidnapped by their assailants.
“What kind of world are me living in?” Max asked himself rhetorically.
Max went to the door that led to his basement; it was locked, as it should be. After all his usual morning rituals Max was off to work. Instead of the news max decided to put on some music, something a tad more upbeat than the reports of war, and famine, and disease. Max got to work 10 minutes early, just enough time to set up all the displays and appropriate signs the lot needed. It was a slow day at work, only 20 people had come in that day, and no one wanted to make a commitment to buy any cars. Noon rolled around and Max decided to go to lunch with his fellow salesman Kevin. They went to a local dinner, and ordered their usual lunch. Over lunch they talked about the weather and sports. As they were finishing their lunch outside the dinner across the street, they both saw this disturbingly pale man, jump on and rip open a woman’s throat with his bare teeth, hit her across the head, pick her up and start running. Both men were shocked into silence, neither of them even considered the possibility of the attacks happening in their own town. Neither man dwelled too long on what was happening, because they had to get back to work.
Minutes ticked by and finally it was time to go home, Max said goodbye to Kevin as he got into his car. Max’s drive home was quite uneventful. When max got home, he quickly got into his house and locked the door behind him, he took a key off the key rack and walked to the basement stairs. He unlocked the key, stepped through the doorway and locked the door behind him. He walked down the stairs and unlocked the second door; this door was specially built to be sound proof. Max stepped through this doorframe as well, and closed it behind him, but he left it slightly open just incase anyone were to ring the doorbell. Max then proceeded to turn on his basement lights, one by one, rows of fluorescent lights started to flicker to life. Max looked into the corner and smiled, she was right were he had left her the day before, still tied up to her chair and gagged. Max walked over to the girl he had imprisoned in his basement and took off her gag.
“How are you today?” he asked
“Please, don’t hurt me” she pleaded
“We both know perfectly well, that I am going to hurt you today.”
Just then Max heard a large crash come from upstairs, and lots of crashing and breaking ensued the initial crash.
“What the hell is that?” Max had asked aloud.
“I do-” the girl began
“Shut up” Max cut her off
Max replaced her gag and decided to investigate what was happening upstairs, the girl started to scream, but she was incoherent with the gag in place. Max left the bottom door open a fraction as he went up. The door at the top of the stairs was always unlocked from the inside, and always locked from the outside. At the top of the stairs was also a small cabinet; inside the cabinet was one gun. Max kept it as a ‘just in case’ insurance policy. Max took this gun and opened the door, and stepped out with the gun raised, the door closed behind him. Max walked around the house investigating, when he found the source of the crashing sounds, his kitchen window was completely smashed, and so was everything in his kitchen. Max didn’t know what to do; no one was in sight, so he figured he would deal with this a bit later. Max walked back to the door, as he put his key in the lock, he heard something behind him; he turned quickly and raised his gun. He stood there shocked, there standing before him was the woman he saw get attacked earlier and her assailant.
Max began to speak “What are you –“
When the door behind him burst open causing him to fall forward onto his knees.
The girl that had previously been imprisoned burst out of the doorway screaming.
“Please, help me, hes kidnapped me, and forced me to live in his basement.”
Before she could say anymore, the woman in front of them leapt at her. Max was halfway backup to standing when the blow sent both him, and the 2 women, flying down the stairs. Max heard his leg break in many different places, and his screamed joined those of the girl he had kidnapped. They landed at the bottom of the stairs and rolled right through the door at the bottom. The two women rolled farther to the right of Max. Max saw the teeth of the woman from earlier today descend into his girl’s neck. Max cried out in disgust, the Woman looked up at him and screeched, and then the man she was with was instantly at her side. He picked up the girl max had kidnapped and ran back up the stairs, as the screams of the girl disappeared, Max was left alone with the woman.
“Please, I don’t know who you are, but please, don’t kill me.” Max pleaded.
The woman hissed at him, and swiped at him with her hand. Her nails had scratched Max’s unprepared retina’s blinding him. Max heard the woman get up, and as Max screamed in pain with his hand over his eyes, she reached into his mouth and ripped out his tongue. Max’s mouth filled with blood, as he continued to yell in pain, he started choking on his blood. He heard footsteps racing up the stairs.
Max was left alone, to die.
“What kind of world are me living in?” Max asked himself rhetorically.
Max went to the door that led to his basement; it was locked, as it should be. After all his usual morning rituals Max was off to work. Instead of the news max decided to put on some music, something a tad more upbeat than the reports of war, and famine, and disease. Max got to work 10 minutes early, just enough time to set up all the displays and appropriate signs the lot needed. It was a slow day at work, only 20 people had come in that day, and no one wanted to make a commitment to buy any cars. Noon rolled around and Max decided to go to lunch with his fellow salesman Kevin. They went to a local dinner, and ordered their usual lunch. Over lunch they talked about the weather and sports. As they were finishing their lunch outside the dinner across the street, they both saw this disturbingly pale man, jump on and rip open a woman’s throat with his bare teeth, hit her across the head, pick her up and start running. Both men were shocked into silence, neither of them even considered the possibility of the attacks happening in their own town. Neither man dwelled too long on what was happening, because they had to get back to work.
Minutes ticked by and finally it was time to go home, Max said goodbye to Kevin as he got into his car. Max’s drive home was quite uneventful. When max got home, he quickly got into his house and locked the door behind him, he took a key off the key rack and walked to the basement stairs. He unlocked the key, stepped through the doorway and locked the door behind him. He walked down the stairs and unlocked the second door; this door was specially built to be sound proof. Max stepped through this doorframe as well, and closed it behind him, but he left it slightly open just incase anyone were to ring the doorbell. Max then proceeded to turn on his basement lights, one by one, rows of fluorescent lights started to flicker to life. Max looked into the corner and smiled, she was right were he had left her the day before, still tied up to her chair and gagged. Max walked over to the girl he had imprisoned in his basement and took off her gag.
“How are you today?” he asked
“Please, don’t hurt me” she pleaded
“We both know perfectly well, that I am going to hurt you today.”
Just then Max heard a large crash come from upstairs, and lots of crashing and breaking ensued the initial crash.
“What the hell is that?” Max had asked aloud.
“I do-” the girl began
“Shut up” Max cut her off
Max replaced her gag and decided to investigate what was happening upstairs, the girl started to scream, but she was incoherent with the gag in place. Max left the bottom door open a fraction as he went up. The door at the top of the stairs was always unlocked from the inside, and always locked from the outside. At the top of the stairs was also a small cabinet; inside the cabinet was one gun. Max kept it as a ‘just in case’ insurance policy. Max took this gun and opened the door, and stepped out with the gun raised, the door closed behind him. Max walked around the house investigating, when he found the source of the crashing sounds, his kitchen window was completely smashed, and so was everything in his kitchen. Max didn’t know what to do; no one was in sight, so he figured he would deal with this a bit later. Max walked back to the door, as he put his key in the lock, he heard something behind him; he turned quickly and raised his gun. He stood there shocked, there standing before him was the woman he saw get attacked earlier and her assailant.
Max began to speak “What are you –“
When the door behind him burst open causing him to fall forward onto his knees.
The girl that had previously been imprisoned burst out of the doorway screaming.
“Please, help me, hes kidnapped me, and forced me to live in his basement.”
Before she could say anymore, the woman in front of them leapt at her. Max was halfway backup to standing when the blow sent both him, and the 2 women, flying down the stairs. Max heard his leg break in many different places, and his screamed joined those of the girl he had kidnapped. They landed at the bottom of the stairs and rolled right through the door at the bottom. The two women rolled farther to the right of Max. Max saw the teeth of the woman from earlier today descend into his girl’s neck. Max cried out in disgust, the Woman looked up at him and screeched, and then the man she was with was instantly at her side. He picked up the girl max had kidnapped and ran back up the stairs, as the screams of the girl disappeared, Max was left alone with the woman.
“Please, I don’t know who you are, but please, don’t kill me.” Max pleaded.
The woman hissed at him, and swiped at him with her hand. Her nails had scratched Max’s unprepared retina’s blinding him. Max heard the woman get up, and as Max screamed in pain with his hand over his eyes, she reached into his mouth and ripped out his tongue. Max’s mouth filled with blood, as he continued to yell in pain, he started choking on his blood. He heard footsteps racing up the stairs.
Max was left alone, to die.
[Untitled]
He walked out of his house, down the hill and towards the General store. He started to think, he thought about his life, and about his death. He wondered how he would die; he wondered how he wanted to die. But he thought he already knew.
The car at the top of the hill’s break line would break. It would roll slowly, gaining speed gradually. It would roll mostly straight. When it hit its maximum speed it would jump up onto the curb making a loud noise. He would look behind him to see what the sound was, and he would watch the car hit him. He wouldn’t roll over it, no, he’d roll right under it. The front tire would roll over his leg, and the back tire would run over his waist, popping it like a balloon, spilling his guts out onto the sidewalk in a bright pattern of splattered blood, his leg was now broken in 2 places. He never made any sound of pain. He lay there broken and bleeding, his blood soaking into the cement, painting it a deep shade of red. He heard others nearby scream and yell, but he never made a sound. The sirens were now in the distance, and getting closer faster, even though he felt ever agonizing moment, he never made a sound. He felt the warm flowing as his blood ran down his body. They dragged him onto the ambulance, and he felt the drugs course through him, he felt the ease of pain, but there was no sense of relief time flew by and he was in the hospital, I heard his mother crying, he heard his father swearing, but that’s not what was important. Then he felt nothing.
He heard a sound behind him, but he didn’t have to look up to know what it was.
The car at the top of the hill’s break line would break. It would roll slowly, gaining speed gradually. It would roll mostly straight. When it hit its maximum speed it would jump up onto the curb making a loud noise. He would look behind him to see what the sound was, and he would watch the car hit him. He wouldn’t roll over it, no, he’d roll right under it. The front tire would roll over his leg, and the back tire would run over his waist, popping it like a balloon, spilling his guts out onto the sidewalk in a bright pattern of splattered blood, his leg was now broken in 2 places. He never made any sound of pain. He lay there broken and bleeding, his blood soaking into the cement, painting it a deep shade of red. He heard others nearby scream and yell, but he never made a sound. The sirens were now in the distance, and getting closer faster, even though he felt ever agonizing moment, he never made a sound. He felt the warm flowing as his blood ran down his body. They dragged him onto the ambulance, and he felt the drugs course through him, he felt the ease of pain, but there was no sense of relief time flew by and he was in the hospital, I heard his mother crying, he heard his father swearing, but that’s not what was important. Then he felt nothing.
He heard a sound behind him, but he didn’t have to look up to know what it was.
What The Darkness Brings Forward
He sat alone in the TV room blissfully unaware of all that was around him, except for the drone of the television. He was watching some show about vampires, oh how he hated vampires, the only good thing about this show was how the vampires were hunted down like dogs and mercilessly dealt with in a fashion only horror movie enthusiasts could enjoy. Burned, stake through the heart, silver, crosses, holy water…yes there were many ways to deal with the undead.
His kitchen was conveniently beside the television room. And the TV room had a glass door that lead to a porch, it was a nice enough night so the drapes were pulled open, revealing the trees, a soft wind and the glow from the neighbors lights, but there was something else…a shadow that was getting bigger.
He saw the shadow the same time he saw the figure, which at that time it was impossible to escape what would inevitably follow. He froze unable to act or even react to this strange presence. The figure stepped directly in front of the glass window and raised one hand, then extended a finger, the finger slowly started to press against the glass, from the moment its flesh touched the glass a kind of electricity filled the air, and all of a sudden the glass shattered. This abrupt noise seemed to break a hypnotic like trance he was in. He stood up and took a step sideways towards the kitchen.
“Who are you?” he shouted with a trembling voice.
The figure then took a single step inside of the doorframe, but only one step. The figure did two different things, it opened its eyes, revealing a red inferno that the eyelids hid, and it smiled showing long sharpened teeth that were so white they seemed bleached.
Then it hit him, he was standing in front of a vampire.
“What are you?” he asked even though he knew the answer.
It only stood still.
Are you a vampire?” he asked in a quickly fading voice.
It nodded its head, with its red eyes still transfixed on him.
With renown confidence he laughed, actually had the nerve to laugh in front of it.
He said “I know how to kill you and your kind.”
It only stood still.
“You filthy leeches.” he almost spat the words.
It leapt at him.
He took an awkward side step again towards the kitchen just as it came crashing into the couch he had until moments before stood in front of. He bolted for the kitchen and ripped open the utensil drawer and was fumbling around until he found was he was looking for, an ornamental silver knife. He backed himself into a corner just as it got up from the remains of the couch. It had started a slow kind of shuffle towards him by now. It walked towards him until it was standing in front of him, just out of arms reach. He lunged with the knife and the tip penetrated its flesh, for a moment nothing happened, then it took a step forward pushing itself onto the knife.
“Why aren’t you dead?” he asked, his voice seeming to accuse it for drawing breath.
It stood in front of him and simply shook its head; he was hypnotized by its eyes. It raised one of its arms and
(It sure looks human)
Swatted at him, sending him effortlessly crashing into the wall.
He collapsed on the ground and turned his head towards it, his eyes full of accusations.
It turned its head towards him and flashed its fangs.
He screamed.
He was only a police officer on his regular patrol when he got the call about the sounds of screams and breaking glass were coming from next door to this ladies house. He pulled up into the driveway of the house in question and prepared him self for a late night domestic disturbance, the only thing disturbing about this to him though was the fact that they were male screams. He got out of his patrol car and walked up the steps to the door of the house and knocked…no answer, he knocked again but this time a wolf howled in the far distance, sending shivers up his spine and goose bumps all over his arms despite the warm night air, oh how he hated wolves. He un-holstered his gun and tried the door, it was unlocked. He stepped inside and instantly got hit with an overwhelming smell, he didn’t know what it was but he didn’t like it. He pulled out his flashlight and walked into the front entrance.
“Hello?” he called
There was no answer. He made his way into the living room and saw shattered glass and a destroyed couch, a sound in the kitchen made him turn jerkily towards it. He shone his flashlight into the room and there was blood…everywhere, on the walls, ceiling, and floor. It was a complete mess, but in the middle of this mess was a great big wolf. One who had the eyes as red as the devil himself, it stood panting in front of him showing its large pointed teeth.
“Filthy mongrel.” He said almost spitting the words out.
It leapt at him
Demolition Lovers Part I & II
I
It was a cold day in the desert today as we made our way west.
“If this gets too hard…your not just gonna leave me are you?” Mariah asked me out of nowhere.
I took her hand into mine and looked into her icy blues, I said to her in the most reassuring voice I could muster.
“There is nothing on this earth that could ever make me leave you.”
Her eyes twinkled with doubt. After the moment had passed I turned back to the map spread out between the two front seats in the car and I said.
“If we take to the highway and stay off the back roads we could get to Vegas in about 3 days, but well need to travel fast and almost non-stop.”
“But what if they see us?” she asked.
“With this trunk of ammunition too, id end my days with you in a hail of bullets.” I replied “If they catch us there is hardly a chance of us shooting our way out this time, there’s just too many now.”
“You’re not very uplifting today…” she said
“I just want you to know what were in for if we get caught.”
After a long pause I continued “you know how bad I am with words but you have to understand that im trying.”
“Trying to what?” She asked
“Trying to let you know how much you mean to me, I mean after all the things we put each other through we are still together.”
“I know you love me” she whispered
“I told you I would drive on to the end with you. It used to be that a liquor store or two kept the gas tank full, but now everything is just so hard. I feel like there’s nothing left to do but prove myself to you, and too keep this car running. But this time, I mean it ill let you know just how much you mean to me.”
“Why are you saying this?” she asked hoarsely
“I think our numbers up.”
As we drove along that long stretch of desert highway, the snow started to fall from the desert sky, not a good omen.
“Im sorry if im scaring you, but you have to feel the ends near too.” I said at last
After a long pause she finally said “I do…I just don’t want to say it out loud so it doesn’t seem so real.”
“I’ll love you ‘till the end of everything Mariah.”
“I’ll love you for just as long.”
I was trying to let her know just how much she means to me, but I don’t think she quite gets it.
The day was starting to fade, and the night was starting to grow, and inside the car we grew cold.
“Right until the end, in that pool of blood.” I mumbled to myself
Mariah seemed not to hear me. But until that pool of blood I mean this.
The day continued to fade, and the night continued to grow, and still we grew cold.
When they catch us well show them, well show them all how much we mean. The snow continued to fall from the desert sky.
The longer I drove the closer we got to our end, if only I could turn around and just go back.
The daylight was now gone and the darkness enveloped us.
This was no longer our ballpark.This is almost the end of every…
II
As we rolled to a stop in front of a recently abandoned dinner, the last glimmer of daylight left the skies.
“This isn’t good, grab the ammo and run inside quick!” I yelled to Mariah as she was already out the door. As I got out and went to the trunk to help her, I saw the distant glow of the vampires’ car headlights.
“Just grab what you can and run inside!” I yelled to her again
She looked behind her and saw the headlights and without another word ran inside with a few handfuls of bullet cases. I grabbed a few as well and followed her in. the doors were unlocked thanks to the haste the previous owners had left in.
When we got inside we checked the lights and luckily enough they worked and the whole dinner was cast in an eerie fluorescent glow. We had just found the keys and had locked all the doors when the first cars skidded to a stop out front.
The cars were all police cruisers, and the vampires decided instead of raising there voices the built in microphone would work just as good to talk to us.
“Come out without any weapons drawn, and well let you live as one of us.” A voice demanded.
The only response they got was the sound of gunfire, the shatter of glass and the thunk of a bullet lodging itself in the windshield of the car that had just spoken.
“We can wait, there are more of us coming” the same voice told us.
I just started to laugh.
“What is so damn funny?” Mariah asked me angrily
“All we are…all we are too them are bullets.” I replied
“What?” she asked
“I mean it, the treat us like bullets, were deadly, but were also finite. There just gonna wait until were overwhelmed, without a hope of shooting our way out.”
Just then 3 more cruisers all pulled up, the occupants quickly emptied out and set up spot lights behind the cars so all we could see are their silhouettes
“You’re right, there’s…there is no way out this time, but we’ve come so far!” she cried out her voice full of sorrow and dread. “What can we even do, just wait for our deaths?” she continued
“We will just take as many of them with us as possible.” I told her, my voice filled with icy determination.
“As long as I die by your side that’s fine by me.” She said as she walked to my side
The hours rolled by until dawn threatened to show itself.
“There not going to wait for much longer, lets do it now, lets make our last act of defiance against this new world order our last stand for humanity.” I said to her
We got up off of the floor, and stood between the windows and the counter. We could hear a commotion coming from outside as they all got out of their cars and stood in front of the cruisers all armed.
I heard a clack of metal and looked over to see Mariah’s left hand empty with a gun on the floor.
When I saw the gun and her shaking hand, I dropped my gun in my right hand. Our hands son found each other.
So here we stood on the 21st of December 2012, a pistol in my left hand, her hand in my right.
We both lifted our guns in unison when a shout echoed from the crowd out front.
We both started to shoot, and seconds later they all shot back.
Here we stand amidst the raining lead that pierced glass, shattered mirrors, sunk into wooden fixtures, and passed through flesh. We were both struck again and again, but our strength never wavered. We kept firing until we were out of ammo. They kept on firing, we looked at each other and smiled when a shot came in and entered and exited Mariah’s chest. She started to fall but before I could react two shots passed through my body and I started to fall backwards too.
As we were falling down into that pool of blood, we were touching hands, and time seemed to have slowed to a crawl as we fell into the pool of blood that had collectively coursed through our body’s moments before. I still had time to get lost in those icy blue eyes of hers, and kept contact with them until we hit the floor.
And there we lay, bloody and on the edge of death still staring into each others eyes. There ended the life of us, the demolition lovers.
It was a cold day in the desert today as we made our way west.
“If this gets too hard…your not just gonna leave me are you?” Mariah asked me out of nowhere.
I took her hand into mine and looked into her icy blues, I said to her in the most reassuring voice I could muster.
“There is nothing on this earth that could ever make me leave you.”
Her eyes twinkled with doubt. After the moment had passed I turned back to the map spread out between the two front seats in the car and I said.
“If we take to the highway and stay off the back roads we could get to Vegas in about 3 days, but well need to travel fast and almost non-stop.”
“But what if they see us?” she asked.
“With this trunk of ammunition too, id end my days with you in a hail of bullets.” I replied “If they catch us there is hardly a chance of us shooting our way out this time, there’s just too many now.”
“You’re not very uplifting today…” she said
“I just want you to know what were in for if we get caught.”
After a long pause I continued “you know how bad I am with words but you have to understand that im trying.”
“Trying to what?” She asked
“Trying to let you know how much you mean to me, I mean after all the things we put each other through we are still together.”
“I know you love me” she whispered
“I told you I would drive on to the end with you. It used to be that a liquor store or two kept the gas tank full, but now everything is just so hard. I feel like there’s nothing left to do but prove myself to you, and too keep this car running. But this time, I mean it ill let you know just how much you mean to me.”
“Why are you saying this?” she asked hoarsely
“I think our numbers up.”
As we drove along that long stretch of desert highway, the snow started to fall from the desert sky, not a good omen.
“Im sorry if im scaring you, but you have to feel the ends near too.” I said at last
After a long pause she finally said “I do…I just don’t want to say it out loud so it doesn’t seem so real.”
“I’ll love you ‘till the end of everything Mariah.”
“I’ll love you for just as long.”
I was trying to let her know just how much she means to me, but I don’t think she quite gets it.
The day was starting to fade, and the night was starting to grow, and inside the car we grew cold.
“Right until the end, in that pool of blood.” I mumbled to myself
Mariah seemed not to hear me. But until that pool of blood I mean this.
The day continued to fade, and the night continued to grow, and still we grew cold.
When they catch us well show them, well show them all how much we mean. The snow continued to fall from the desert sky.
The longer I drove the closer we got to our end, if only I could turn around and just go back.
The daylight was now gone and the darkness enveloped us.
This was no longer our ballpark.This is almost the end of every…
II
As we rolled to a stop in front of a recently abandoned dinner, the last glimmer of daylight left the skies.
“This isn’t good, grab the ammo and run inside quick!” I yelled to Mariah as she was already out the door. As I got out and went to the trunk to help her, I saw the distant glow of the vampires’ car headlights.
“Just grab what you can and run inside!” I yelled to her again
She looked behind her and saw the headlights and without another word ran inside with a few handfuls of bullet cases. I grabbed a few as well and followed her in. the doors were unlocked thanks to the haste the previous owners had left in.
When we got inside we checked the lights and luckily enough they worked and the whole dinner was cast in an eerie fluorescent glow. We had just found the keys and had locked all the doors when the first cars skidded to a stop out front.
The cars were all police cruisers, and the vampires decided instead of raising there voices the built in microphone would work just as good to talk to us.
“Come out without any weapons drawn, and well let you live as one of us.” A voice demanded.
The only response they got was the sound of gunfire, the shatter of glass and the thunk of a bullet lodging itself in the windshield of the car that had just spoken.
“We can wait, there are more of us coming” the same voice told us.
I just started to laugh.
“What is so damn funny?” Mariah asked me angrily
“All we are…all we are too them are bullets.” I replied
“What?” she asked
“I mean it, the treat us like bullets, were deadly, but were also finite. There just gonna wait until were overwhelmed, without a hope of shooting our way out.”
Just then 3 more cruisers all pulled up, the occupants quickly emptied out and set up spot lights behind the cars so all we could see are their silhouettes
“You’re right, there’s…there is no way out this time, but we’ve come so far!” she cried out her voice full of sorrow and dread. “What can we even do, just wait for our deaths?” she continued
“We will just take as many of them with us as possible.” I told her, my voice filled with icy determination.
“As long as I die by your side that’s fine by me.” She said as she walked to my side
The hours rolled by until dawn threatened to show itself.
“There not going to wait for much longer, lets do it now, lets make our last act of defiance against this new world order our last stand for humanity.” I said to her
We got up off of the floor, and stood between the windows and the counter. We could hear a commotion coming from outside as they all got out of their cars and stood in front of the cruisers all armed.
I heard a clack of metal and looked over to see Mariah’s left hand empty with a gun on the floor.
When I saw the gun and her shaking hand, I dropped my gun in my right hand. Our hands son found each other.
So here we stood on the 21st of December 2012, a pistol in my left hand, her hand in my right.
We both lifted our guns in unison when a shout echoed from the crowd out front.
We both started to shoot, and seconds later they all shot back.
Here we stand amidst the raining lead that pierced glass, shattered mirrors, sunk into wooden fixtures, and passed through flesh. We were both struck again and again, but our strength never wavered. We kept firing until we were out of ammo. They kept on firing, we looked at each other and smiled when a shot came in and entered and exited Mariah’s chest. She started to fall but before I could react two shots passed through my body and I started to fall backwards too.
As we were falling down into that pool of blood, we were touching hands, and time seemed to have slowed to a crawl as we fell into the pool of blood that had collectively coursed through our body’s moments before. I still had time to get lost in those icy blue eyes of hers, and kept contact with them until we hit the floor.
And there we lay, bloody and on the edge of death still staring into each others eyes. There ended the life of us, the demolition lovers.
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