| Killing To Live Or Living To Kill; Chapter 1 | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 31 2008, 09:49 PM (241 Views) | |
| The Savage | Jan 31 2008, 09:49 PM Post #1 |
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As he awoke to the silver lined ducts that contained him; realization once again struck. "I’m screwed" he silently thought "I may be a ruthless killer but...how can I? How can I kill an unborn thing?" While the young man unwrapped the mornings meal he thought back to the obscure assignment that he took, read, and ACCEPTED. He quickly regained my killers attitude with the thought "kill or be killed; kill or starve; kill to live..." I then finished my food and gobbled down the edible wrapper. A few seconds later I went for my canteen from my black tunic's belt. The taste of the water on my lips was all I needed to stay focused. I then looked out from the inside of the ventilation duct devising my next move. I looked to the left and then to the right, "all clear" I silently thought. With that thought my feet came upon the vent in a kick that set the vent from the duct's head. Without another thought I rolled out from the vent, landed on my feet and picked up the vent. I carefully replaced the vent to the way it once was before moving on. I suddenly stopped and marveled at the clean metallic halls wondering how they managed to constantly kept the place fresh and clean. With a silent sigh I moved on with the thought drifting to my subconscious while placing my black hood above my head to cover my facial features. I casually walked by the security camera that was set into the clean steel plated wall. I saw my targeted apartment coming up; my adrenaline came to me as a wave overcomes a beach. I approached the door and pulled the lock pick from a pouch on my belt, my colorless hands shook as the moved the pick into the hole, suddenly for almost silent clicks were to be heard and a final somewhat louder clank as the lock opened as well as the door. My feet moved towards the sleeping couple as my knife was pulled from one of my pockets. The switchblade opened as I moved towards the man that was peacefully asleep without a care in the galaxy. My knife suddenly struck his neck ripping his vocal chords to ribbons, rendering them ineffective. The blood started as a stream but grew as my blade cut across the spasing man’s throat I saw the life drain from his eyes, his mouth was open. Blood was trickling from his nose, he would be dead in a few seconds so I silently placed him on the ground. The man’s spouse was slowly rousing from her slumber; suddenly she spoke “honey what’s wrong? Honey, what the ***? Who…” I jumped upon her, my fist stuck her throat, she was about to utter a scream of pain when my knife graced her gentle neck cutting a non fatal vocal crippling gap into her neck. The room fell silent as I prepared myself for the pain that would be coursing through this room in a few moments. My hands trembled as I looked upon her beautiful face that was shaking in fear and terror. My hands moved to her womanhood, but I jerked back reconsidering. I thought to myself “this would be easier if this woman was unconscious”. My knife was drawn upon again as I flipped it to my right hand, then as her eyes blinked I struck with the blunt end of my knife with force enough to render her unconscious for a few hours at most. With that I once again moved to her essence, my hand reached right through her as blood began to due to the stretching of the elastic tissue, I felt around without emotion seeking the fetus. Upon finding the head of the fetus, my hand twitched and it was dead. The neck had been snapped thus making my task that much easier upon my conscious being. With a great pulling force the fetus was born a dead thing of this woman. Quickly and quietly my knife began to cut through the baby’s gentle dead neck. As the severed chunks of tissue fell to my feet I couldn’t help but notice that the baby had the father’s eyes, the revulsion of that thought brought a smile to my lips. As my task grew ever closer to completion a plop reverberated off of the floor as the decapitated head landed amongst a puddle of it’s own blood upon the floor. I then placed remains of the body into the mothers unconscious arms thinking to myself “I wonder who will be buried first, the father or the son”. My hands quickly fell to my belt opening a pouch with a plastic bag inserted into it. My other hand picked up the head of the child with a bloody smile and eyes rolled back into its head. I carefully placed the head into the zip lock bag and looked about thinking “Glad that’s over”. to chapter 2 Note: Not completely reformatted for the new story... Edited by The Savage, Jan 31 2008, 09:53 PM.
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| Lucie | Feb 8 2008, 09:05 AM Post #2 |
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I still enjoy this story. The only problem I have with this Chapter is that you never said a thing about the husband waking up but yet you are able to watch the life drain from his eyes. |
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