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.
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