| killing to live or living to kill; chapter 3 | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 31 2008, 09:54 PM (134 Views) | |
| The Savage | Jan 31 2008, 09:54 PM Post #1 |
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to chapter 2 As he walked to the destination in his gauche yet dark homeless like dress he let the dark colors of the night sky blurred by the lights of man cover his progress. His suspicious stance with which he rarely went without observed the surroundings; a motley assortment of picture perfect homes lined the street. A scrap of waste even was nowhere to be found. Surely by daybreak, things won’t seem so perfect or so clean he thought to himself. As he made progress towards the driveway set upon the nearly deserted hill which leads to the mansion in which the good Mr. Thompson resides he allowed his mind to be flooded with thoughts other than those critical to the assignment. “Nice place” he said internally “Reminds me of my place of birth, pity that I have to strike such a fear into the hearts of its residents”. With that thought his mind waded off into the past. --- The leaves of the vibrant green bushes parted sensing the desperation of the fleeing victims. A family of three, and a single killer, running, hunted like animals upon the fresh terrain of a wet summer struck forest. The father quickly fell victim to the slash of the killer’s blade; he fell to the earth screaming in fear as his neck bled like a river. The mother and the child ran on screaming, crying without tears into the heart of the forest. The unknown assailant began to once again catch up to the fleeing couple, his business with the father complete. His devilish eyes gleamed in anticipation as he overtook the mother throwing her into a tree. He quickly held her tight with his left forearm against her neck and threw a carefully placed knife into the right shoulder blade of the child tossing him immobilized to the earth in pain. As he struggled to his feet screaming in pain, rich black dirt falling in clumps to the earth he witnessed his mother’s demise. He saw the finality of her death; her death was imminent in his lack of resistance. The killer seeing the state of the child stared deeply into her eyes while his right hand grabbed a rather large knife from somewhere on his being. Without any signs other than the movement of his skilled hands her death had commenced. He placed the knife’s threatening edge upon her right ear and delicately began to cut it from her head. A look of contentment began to graze his face as her screams finally came to coexist with her flowing blood. Once the ear was halfway removed he then placed the knife in his mouth and began to rip the rest off in a savage way with his lightening light fingers. With a puddle of blood slowly forming on the dirt as if the earth refused to receive the bounty he finally gave a final tug and ripped the ear off completely. The mother’s screams were quickly intensified as he spat the knife to the ground, and placed the severed ear in between his very teeth. He let loose his hold upon the Mother only to grab her by the top and bottom of her head simply to pull her mouth open. With her oral cavity completely expanded he spit the severed, bloody cartilage filled chunk of flesh into her mouth and smiled for the first time as she choked to death from her own flesh. As the boy watched, frozen in fear and anguish the Mother fell to the earth gagging abhorrently. Her being began to shake violently, turning purple as if ready to burst in anathema and convulsion. As she neared her last seconds, spas like actions engulfed her being, her head bashed upon the ground, her arms gripped for the sky, and her eyes, they rolled back. The boy dropped to his knees as his mother’s torment ceased and his lifelong torment commenced, not even registering the pain he felt from his wound he fell face first into the soft ground and tears continuously poured from his sorrow struck eyes torn open by grief. --- Pulling himself from that horrid tale of past times he quickly regained his killer’s attitude. As his eyes lifted from the deep black asphalt upon which he had stared into as if lost he walked into the driveway of his soon to be victim. |
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