| Killing to live or living to kill; Chapter 4 | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 6 2008, 04:31 PM (189 Views) | |
| The Savage | Feb 6 2008, 04:31 PM Post #1 |
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The dark trees shifted as the wind blew life into their dark leaves, the creatures of the night howled and shrieked in there normal ways. All was calm, all was peaceful, all was right with the world as it spun in harmony. But as the very sounds of his footsteps neared, the harmony faded, soon to give into panic as the trees leaned away, and the living things ran in terror, for a killer has come to take what was his, a life that is. As he approached the dark seemingly deserted house upon the hill deep into the woods a serene sense of peace fell from the sky upon him, he was ready to kill. Peering through the window of the house he spotted his target, sitting down, eating, vulnerable as expected. He walked around to the door set to the side of the white house and began to pick the lock. With a small ping signaling a success he slowly opened the door to prevent the arousing of his target. As he slowly came through the door he couldn’t help but savor the smell of the food, what it was he couldn’t quite tell. As he advanced through the house moving through the living room to circle in behind where the target was sitting his eyes darted around the dark lifeless room, decorated with odd furnishings, the man obviously lacked a wife. With his trip across the living room complete he pushed himself against the smooth wall and leered around the corner with a quiet state of being. Seeing that the moment was opportune he slid around the corner and came up upon the unsuspecting man without a single signal of his presence being known. He slipped his hand upon man’s mouth with his left hand and set a knife in his right hand upon his throat. Feeling the knife in his throat, the man slumped as if beaten without a single challenge issued. The killer ripped the man from his chair and threw him to the ground, knocking over a coffee table which had a single picture set upon its top, as the picture frame fell to the hard wood the glass shattered, revealing a picture to the eyes of the blood thirsty. As soon as the killers eyes laid upon that picture, something changed, something tremendous changed. Recognition flooded into the eyes of the would be killer; Replacing the sense of silent hate in him with astonishment. From somewhere the prey mustered strength enough to resist his natural temptation to die quietly for a few seconds and shouted “You’ve come back, take me, please, I’m begging you, you dirty bastard”. |
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