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| Short stories...?... my thoughts. I don't proof read, I don't correct, I don't edit, I don't care. :::::::::: He felt the teeth sink into the back of his neck, dull human teeth, he felt them tear into him, the sharp pain filling his body. The movements were so swift he had no time to react, arms grasped his sides and lifted him off the ground as the teeth sunk in again, deeper. He was thrown into the wall before the teeth were even withdrawn. The force of the throw was too strong and he left a piece of him with the teeth. He felt the hot blood slowly flow down his back, soaking his shirt and making it stick to his skin. A hand reached out of the darkness and firmly grabed a hold of a tuff of hair and hoisted him into the air. The attacker, who ever it may be, couldn't have been human. This was un-human strength. He felt the hair which was keeping him airborn slowly tear from his now bleeding scalp. As he fell to the ground a iron-hard knee flew swiftly into his stomach and his scream was quikly stiffeld by a set of knuckles. He felt an unbreakable restrant on his wrist. The attacker slowly raised the arm and held it straight into the ait, then stomped on the elbow, snapping and splintering the bones threw muscle and skin and into the cold night air. Just as swiftly as the attack had started, it ended. He now lay tattered torn and broken in the alley. His only companion was the rat that was drinking from the pool of blood. :::::::::: As you walk into your dark room, when no one els is home, I patiently wait behind the door. When you walk into the room and close the door behind you I walk out and wrap my arm around you throat, leaning you back and wisper in your ear "do as you're told, and you win your life" so being a smart one, you decide to comply. I take out some rope and tie your hands behind your back. Then tie you up at the ankles and throw you on the bed. I turn and walk towards a briefcase and open it and get something Then I turn and walk towards you with duct tape and a rather large scalple. As you start to scream I take a strip of tape and firmly place it over your mouth and make a quik slice in you cheak to make you shut the fuck up and stop crying. Then I turn you on your stomach and take you hands and start cutting. Just to fuck with you. Then i get down to buisness and slice off the skin on you finger tips and put the finger-print skin pieces into a bag wich I put back into my briefcase. Then I turn you back over onto your back and lift up your shirt. As I smile at you I slowly drag the scalple down the center of your chest and abdomen. Not deep enough to do alot of damage, but deep enough to cause a great deal of pain. Then I randomly cut and slash the rest of your body, just to torture you before the big finally. After the toture is done I make you kneel at the side of your bed and slit you very deep down the middle and watch as your intestines flop out onto the floor. I'd cut them away and put them in the bag and lay you back on the bed. At that point I slit your throat so deep it slices into your neck bone Then I eplore your insides. Playing with your organs and finger painting on the walls with your blood, consider it a surprise for your parents. After I'm done exploring you and disecting you I return to my briefcase and get a hack-saw. I hack off your limbs and head and put your arms and legs in a garbage bag. Then I proceed to beat the living fuck out of your face with a baseball bat I brought along. Concentrating on your mouth area, shattering your teeth so when and if they ever find your head they wouldn't be able to match any of the dental records. I would then throw your head in the bag and, gather my things and leave. I would go to 3 different places. At one I'd burn your arms, soaking them in gasoline and setting them a light. Then I'd do the same with the rest of you parts at the other places. At the end of that fun night I'd come home and have a sandwich.... I imagin that all that work would work up an apitite. :::::::::: She was so beautiful.... her piercing green eyes, a little too big for her small inocent face... locks of naturally coloured ravishing gold hair lay strune on her shoulders, brushed by the wind. I simple could not stop looking at her through the dirty plate of glass which sat between us. I scanned her face... memorizing every perfect side efect of youth. Every freckle, dimple, hair... commited to memorey. She glanced at me. My heart began to pound. I meant her no harm, I meant her no tears, I simply wanted to feel the velvet soft flesh which so gracefully blanketed those perfect cheak bones. A simple touch, that is all I asked, at the moment I did not see anything wrong with this request, but as I look back I can see why anyone might have backed away as she did. But at that moment in time I was not thinking as I normally do... her incesant beauty stinging like the wind which howeled through the autumn leavs... it brought me to a hightened state of mind... I longed for the split second in which I could feel... in which I could simply feel. Too long have I been numbed by life, too long have I drifted through without acknoledging the beauty that walk among us. So when I opened the door of my car and slowly began to walk towards her, finally feeling some sort of compassion, love you might even say... I was speachless. I could not explain to her that I meant her no harm what so ever... she looked at me... those green eyes... bathed with hate... I could not move... I was petrified... before I even knew what had happend she started to run and my arm shot out after her like a string had been linked from her to my wrist. I could feel her veins pumping, her mucles strugeling to get free. As her mouth opened and a deep breath was drawn my other hand shot up to encapsulate the inevidable scream which followed. I embraced her, still trying to find the words to tell her that I did not want to hurt her... but now she gave me no choice. She kicked and tried to flee with all her might.She did not feel the compassion I felt for her... she betrayed me. So I punished her. I drew a knife from the depths of my tattered brown trentch coat pocket... when she saw the shimmer of the blade she stopped... froze. I could feel her warm tears run over my hand which was still clasped over her lips. I brought the knife up to her smooth white throat, a slight whimper ascaped from under my hand and I smiled. Slowly but surely the cold blade was dragged over and through her veins. I must have sliced her wind pipe because there were gorgeouse bubles rising through the small puddle of blood which lay in the wound. I relaxed my arms and let her fall through my grasp to the cold grey ciment below.Standing there, I watched her grasp at the ground as a stream of blood flowed furiousely down the road between and around my shoes. I knelt down onto one knee and brushed some of her now red hair out of her face and wound. She looked up at me, still scared. I smiled again and leaned in... I whispered a phrase I hade once heard before..."Fear not, for death is simply a new begining." I planted a soft kiss on her temple and walked back to my car... closing the door I glanced one last time at her, then drove off. She was still beautiful. The most beautiful creature I will ever see. |