Affairs
of Death (PART III of Death)
Story by Daisy
Death is a shadow that veils you like a peaceful sleep...or a nightmare.
Chapter Seven
Ebony watched Brian closely after he stepped out from the shadows. She
followed him a little ways more, until she saw that there were no other people
around.
Brian walked to the end of one building and stepped into an alley,
pausing for just an instant as if not knowing where he was going. And in that
short delay, Ebony cornered him.
She slammed on the accelerator and turned her car hard towards Brian.
Just before he turned and ran into the alley, he stared with wide eyes into the
headlights. Ebony smiled, knowing that his startled expression would stay with
her for many years to come.
She had driven nearly all the way down the alley. With just enough room
left for her to perform the task that she came to do, she turned the car and
slammed on the brakes so that the car was nearly perpendicular to both sides of
the alley. She grabbed her gloves from the seat beside her and put them on,
making sure that she still had the knife tucked safely in her coat pocket. It
was the same knife that had taken the life of both Kevin and Howie and would now
also take Brian’s.
She slid deftly over to the passenger’s seat and opened the door,
quickly stepping out of the car. Brian’s face was lit up by a single light
that cast an eerie glow over the alley and she sneered as she watched his face
contort with fear.
“Who are you?” He called, his voice shaking. “What do you want with
me?”
“You know what I want.” Ebony’s words slid out of her mouth like a
serpent that struck Brian right in the heart. He did know.
“Why?” He suddenly cried. His voice was filled with fear and with the
agony of knowing his fate. “Why?” He whispered again. Ebony smiled.
“My pretty little Brian.” She bent her head lower so that the light
would not touch it and reveal her identity. She slid a gloved hand over his
cheek and he shuddered, unable to push her away. “You all had it coming to
you.”
“Wh--?” Brian’s question went unasked but was nonetheless answered.
“Jonathan.” She said simply, the name no longer bringing tears to her
eyes but more hatred to her heart.
“Who?”
“My brother!” She cried so fiercely that Brian took a hurried step
backwards but lost his balance and fell. Ebony laughed evilly and knelt down in
front of him. “You poor baby. You have so much going for you. A great career,
great friends, a loving wife. But no more.” She grabbed Brian’s neck with
one hand and forced his head to the ground.
“No more.” She repeated, pulling the knife slowly out of her pocket,
listening as the blade hissed along her zipper. Brian could not yet see the
knife but knew what was coming.
“Please.” He began. “Please, don’t. I’ll do anything, but
please let me live.” He began to cry.
“You selfish bastard. You should have thought about that before you
killed Jonathan.”
“I’ve never killed anybody!” He screamed, his voice strained
against her hand.
“You’ve never killed anybody huh?” With the knife in her hand, she
grabbed Brian by both shoulders and brought him under the light, also lifting
her face into the light. He gasped when he saw who she was.
“Ebony.” He said, his tone emotionless.
“Yes. Ebony.” And with that she dragged the blade down his arm. He
cried in pain. “You know, the more noise you make the more it’ll hurt, so I
suggest you just shut up and take it like a man, you pussy.”
She slowly pressed the knife towards the middle of his chest. Brian
backed up, trying to get the knife away from him, but backed into a wall.
“Looks like you’re trapped, baby.” Ebony said, softly touching her
lips to his mouth. “Tough luck.” She dug the knife into his chest, leaving
just enough out of him so that he wouldn’t die, but would instead suffer.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw a cord. She followed it with her
eyes and saw that the traffic light on that corner had fallen off because the
cord was down. Perfect, she thought, eagerly grabbing the cord.
Brian was gasping by that time, and Ebony loved the sound. She firmly
tied the cord around Brian’s neck, but tied it so that it wouldn’t choke him
until later. She grabbed Brian by the hand and dragged him over to the front of
the alley next to a ladder.
“Climb.” She ordered. Brian obeyed and began to climb the ladder,
crying out when the knife in his chest hit a step and dug deeper into him. Ebony
followed, holding the excess piece of cord in her right hand. At the top of the
ladder, Ebony found what she was looking for. She pushed Brian up on top of the
building and began her work.
She had found the pole to which the cord had fallen from. She began to
tie it firmly once again in the spot where it was supposed to be. Once she had
gotten it so that it wouldn’t untie again, she stood up and grabbed Brian’s
shoulders and led him to the edge of the building.
“You know,” she whispered in his ear, sliding her hand along his
bloody chest until her fingers found the handle of the knife. “They say that
hanging isn’t really a bad way to die if your neck breaks.” Brian wheezed in
return. “I hope your neck doesn’t break.”
And with that, she pushed him off the building, pulling out the knife as
he fell, watching gleefully as Brian swung back and forth in the air, the cord
around his neck holding him up like a traffic light.
Ebony watched the scene until the bitter end when Brian took his last
breath. She climbed nonchalantly down from the building and climbed back into
her car, carefully backing out of the alley. She stopped a little way down the
road and ran out to the pay phone and dialed Brian’s home number.
“Hello? Brian?” Leighanne’s worried voice came over the line.
“No, not Brian. But I do know where he is.”
Chapter Eight
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