He

He

     He is in front of the door.

     He grips the door knob timidly.

     He twists the door knob slowly.

     He pushes the door open.

     He notices the candles lit in the corner.

     He steps in with his left foot.

     He follows with his right foot.

     He smells the room.

     He looks at the bed and admires a naked woman on it.

     He looks at all the blood on her body.

     He walks toward the bed.

     He wipes some blood off of her arm.

     He licks it slowly.

     He tells her he is going to kill her soon.

     He grabs her by her hair and kisses her.

     He walks to the other side of the bed and looks for the knife.

     He can’t find the knife.

     He looks under the table.

     He feels a sharp pain shoot down his left arm.

     He reaches with his right hand and touches his left shoulder.

     He feels around and the knife he been looking for is lodged into the base of his neck.

     He leaves it in, knowing if he pulls it out right away he is a dead man.

     He looks at the bloody woman.

     He grabs her left ankle and pulls her to him.

     He puts a knee on the bed.

     He gets ahold of the bloody woman’s neck.

     He puts his other knee on the bed.

     He forces her down on her back.

     He lifts his left leg and straddles her.

     He uses all the strength he has to choke her.

     He watches her eyes go wide and mouth fly open.

     He watches tears flow.

     He smiles.

     He looks at her left hand.

     He notices that she pulled out the knife and she is getting bathed in his blood now.

     He is still choking her when she thrusts the knife into his throat.

     He is losing sight of her, all he can see is darkness.

     He loses grip of the bloody woman and falls to his side.

     He gets a glimpse of the bloody woman standing at the end of the bed, looking at him with wild eyes.

     He looks at the bed and he feels the blood pooling around his chest.

     He looks back at her and she has the knife back in her hand, ready to strike.

     He waits for the lethal thrust, but it never comes.

     He is 9 months old and sees his dad beat his mom.

     He is 2 years old and watches his dad burning cigarette butts on his mom while slapping her.

     He is 3 years old and hears his dad beating his mom in the living room.

     He is 5 years old and is told to get his dad a belt so he can watch his mom get beaten with it.

     He is 7 year old and calls 911 because both of his mom’s arms are broken.

     He is 10 years old and his dad makes him choke his mom with a belt.

     He is 15 years old and he beats his girlfriend within an inch of her life.

     He is 19 years old and he kills his dad in self-defense.

     He is 24 years old and he killed his first victim.

     He is 36 years old and he is laying in a pool of blood, looking at his 54^th victim watch him die from the doorway.

     He blinks his eyes one last time.

The End

    

    

    

The Fifth

The Fifth

     The more things change, the more they stay the same. I told them not to kill anyone and bring back body parts. They do this over and over without any remorse. I lived in the country most all of my life, until the recent years. Figured if bodies show up around where I live, it’ll be easier to avoid suspicious eyes in the city. They don’t listen! But they never had any aggressive feelings toward me, they protect me, really. They are just sloppy with what they do. They will leave for days and come back bloody and covered in gore. I’m sure they can wash off in the lake or river, they don’t. I put them in the bathtub and wash them off when they get home. It’s like our quality time. I kind of enjoy it. They’re so cute, you’d never guess they need to feed once a week. They only weigh 10 pounds apiece, but need to eat 80 pounds of human flesh a piece or they… I don’t know, they never got that low before. They always find someone to kill. Well, hunt, I should say. I mean, they are eating what they kill.

*

     I was only 23 when they first came into my house looking for food… being me. It was around 3 am when they came. I was in the study reading the newest King book “Cell,” when I heard something in the kitchen. I turned my lamp off and picked up my .45, pulling back on the slide, I ventured out into the dark and cold hallway. I heard low growls and high pitch squeaks. I made it to the living room and looked around for shadows. There were low shadows coming the glow of the kitchen. I ducked by the wall, keeping to the shadows and made it to the kitchen. I crouched as low as I could and peaked around the corner. There were 5 of them playing around. All furry with different colors on their coats, except one. They were no taller than spider monkeys. Floppy ears and big doe eyes. One was smiling so big, I could see what looked like 100 needles for teeth. They had bright colorful coats of all colors, but one was solid bright green. He was the first one to see me. He made a chirp sound and turned completely black along with the rest of them. Little puffs of smoke and they were gone. I jumped back and looked around the living area, dining room and kitchen. Nothing was around. No traces of them either. I went to the fridge and opened a can of beer. Sitting at the kitchen table, I thought about what just happen and if it was real. I didn’t drink but a few glasses of gin that night. I finished my beer and went back into the study and fell asleep within a half hour. I woke up to them on top of me. I could barely see them in the dark because they were still in their black coats. I knew the green one was on top of me, his coat was solid black, and the others were just shades of black because of the different colors of their coats. Green (that’s my name for him) looked at me with his glowing eyes and huffed in my face. I huffed back and that threw him off for a second, just enough time for me to get my .45 off the arm of the chair and shoot the one by my foot. The blast took its arm off and stunned the rest. I got out of my chair and pointed my gun to shoot again, but they all turned to color again and went to the wounded one. All 4 of them looked down and held hands (which only had 3 fingers, well, 2 fingers and 1 thumb), and started to make noises. Humming and whistling at the same time, the wounded one started to fade away in a colorful smoke. When it was gone and the smoke disappeared into the air, they came to me, slowly, and started to circle me holding hands. They started to howl one at a time. One would get done, and then the next one would go in a different pitch. Once the 4^th one howled for 3 seconds, the rest joined in to form a perfect harmonized note. It was beautiful and they illuminated brilliantly. Colorful hair standing on end, they all looked up into my eyes. My head on a swivel, I looked at each one individually for a good while. I was mesmerized by them, I lost time, hours maybe.

     And we have been together ever since. They don’t talk to me but I feel what they want and need. They communicate with growls, chirps, purrs, huffs, smacking their mouths together and body gestures. They have hidden powers I didn’t know about until recently, but let me not jump the shark on the story.

*

     I only had them for a week when I found out what they were about. We were in the back yard and their coats went dull. I asked what was wrong and Green looked at me with his glowing eyes and went pitch black. The rest followed his que and they were gone. I spent the rest of the day outside doing yard work, well, waiting for them. It was dark when I noticed something flickering through my kitchen window. I ran inside and they were in the kitchen with brand new coats. All brilliant colors and Green was playing with all of them. All giggles and chirps. I noticed all of them were wet on the front of their bellies. I asked for them to come to me so I can check on them and when I reached down to pet Blue (I call him blue, but he always comes back with a few patches of other colors) and noticed he had blood all over him. I went onto Tiny (the fat one, I have no clue how he gets around with the rest. Fat tummy and little chubby legs, but he manages to keep up) and he is covered in blood and giggling. Rainbow (the 4^th one is always changing colors, seemed to fit) was standing proud covered from head to toe in blood.

      “What the fuck did you guys do?!” I screamed at them.

     Didn’t do any good, I just walked to the bathroom and started a warm bath.

     “I don’t know if you guys are cool with water, but you need to be clean if you guys are going to stay with me. Now get in the tub!” I said firmly.

     They came around the hallway corner dragging their arms and whimpering. Green and Blue wasn’t too happy about getting in the tub. They slowly crawled into it. Rainbow stood in the corner and wouldn’t move. Tiny was the last one to come into the bathroom, he ran and jumped right into the bath, splashing the two. They started to chirp and giggle, that made Rainbow comfortable enough to crawl in the tub. They played and laughed the whole time. Happy critters in a bloody tub.

     They were always happy, until they weren’t. They would always leave every 6-10 days and come back bloody. After a year they would start bringing back flesh with them. I never knew what it was from, just thought they would go to the nearby farms and get some pigs. Then I started to notice human fingers on my property. I would ask them and they would be full and vibrant with a new coat, they didn’t pay attention.

     They kept coming back bloody and with more body parts I could count, so I figured it was time to move. In a small town, it’s hard to keep a secret, so I moved to the city.

*

     The first night I was in the city, they went on a hunt. I just unpacked and waited for them to come back. I couldn’t tell them not to bring back anything, because they did what they wanted. I am not sure if they wanted me to get caught and go to jail, or just move again; I’m not sure. They came back bloody as usual, body parts in the trash cans in the alley.

      “Why bring body parts back?!” I yelled

     They just played and chirped until I gave them a bath. Swimming in bloody water, I started to understand them. It wasn’t just chirps and giggles anymore.

     “Soon he will be one us, and we can continue our mission. It won’t be long.” Green said.

     I never heard them like this before. Later that night, I noticed some black fur coming from my arms and legs. I normally am not a hairy man, but this wasn’t hair, it was fur. I am hungry tonight for something I never craved before. I can’t explain it. I want something.

*

     I woke up with them and we all started to play. Early morning hours tend to bring the spunk out of them. I’m not a morning person, but I will be for them. Green stopped playing and went black. He looked at everyone else and they went their own different shade of black.

     “You are coming with.” Green said.

     “I am not going with. I don’t even know how you guys…”

     That’s when we exploded into clouds of smoke, the world went dark and everything turned into shadows. After going through a dark tunnel, I was back into the physical world alongside them. We ended up in a kitchen. The lights were out and I heard a woman coughing in the far bedroom.

     “What now?” I asked.

     “We feed. She needs to be right though, otherwise we get sick and won’t be able to eat for a few cycles. We are very vulnerable during this time.” Green said.

     Of course Green was completely black and everyone else their own shades of black, I was back in my own skin. My fur is black and I have some black smoke coming off of me from my ride. I could sense everything and feel the pressure in the air. She was close and she was right for us, I could tell. My mouth watering and my stomach growling, Green opened the door slowly. He didn’t have to speak to us, we knew what he wanted us to do. We all got in our positions and waited for his signal. I noticed a big sign above the bed that read, “Sue” How fucking vain is this bitch? Tiny scrunched his nose and looked at me with floppy ears.

     “Do you smell that? I heard in my head from Tiny.

     “Yea, smells like rotten fish. Maybe there’s an old fish dinner in the bag next to the bed.” I whispered to him.

     Green looked at me with fierce eyes and huffed. Tiny opened the bag and it was full of dildos and sex toys. She must have never washed these things. The smell filled the whole room and she shifted in her sleep. Green climbed the bed with his fit 2 foot tall frame and straddled Sue. Tiny pushed the putrid bag of toys under the bed and grabbed ahold of her right arm. Blue took her left arm from the other side of the bed. Rainbow took her left leg and I took hold of her right leg next to Tiny. Green was dark as night, hair on end and eyes were on fire. I never seen his eyes so bright before. He put his hands on each side of her head and started to let out a black stream of smoke from his mouth. The smoke blanketed her and she opened her eyes, unable to move. She couldn’t speak, yell or anything. She just moved her wide eyes all over the room, looking at each of us repeatedly. Green opened his mouth and his teeth seemed the multiply into 100 skinny needles and bit her throat out. Blood spraying from her open neck covered all of us in gore. They all had their heads back with big smiles on their little faces. While Sue was still alive, they started to pull off her limbs. Tiny ripped off her right arm at the elbow, Blue took her left arm at the shoulder, Rainbow took Sue’s foot and I was fucking shocked! I didn’t know what to do. I can’t rip off limbs like that, I had no clue how they were doing it.

     “Look at yourself.” Green said.

     I looked down, I was covered in black fur and I was looking Rainbow at eye level. I turned into one of them and I tore that leg off from the hip and started to feed. Nothing tasted better in my whole life and I never felt more alive. We fed on Sue until there was nothing left but her ugly head and bones. We rolled around in the blood and gore, then left. Taking body parts with us as a prize.

     Back home in my kitchen, we were covered in blood. I locked eyes with Green and slowly started to grow back to my normal height. I gave them a bath and I took a shower after they were clean. I needed that time to reflect on what the fuck happen. I had to use a whole bottle of shampoo because I still was covered head to toe with black fur. Luckily it was gone before I went to bed.

*

     I woke up with them on the bed looking at me. Fresh new coats, they were almost neon in color. I looked at my arms and I was me again. Not one fur patch on them. Green pulled my arm to get me out of bed, so I got out and stood next to it. The morning sun was flooding my room when Green called the others. They all got around me and connected hands. As soon as Blue closed the circle by grabbing Tiny’s hand, everything went black like it did when we went hunting. We were in a foggy, shadowy place. This was my room, everything was there and wasn’t at the same time. They had their eyes closed and heads back. I heard someone start whispering in a language I didn’t understand, then I heard another, then another, before I knew it; there were what sounded like tens of thousands of voices all talking at once. Some whispering, some shouting from the distance. Some sounded like they were screaming through water, others like they were in mile long tunnels.

     “Do you hear them?” Green asked without moving his mouth.

     “Yes… Who are they? What are they saying?” I asked.

     “They are former members of us. We call ourselves, Tiou.”

     “What happen to them? You call yourselves, “Tiou?” I asked.

     “They died, but live here and help us that still remain in the physical world get around in this world.”

     “Why are you showing me this?”

     “We for thousands of years, always needed a Fifth. Without the fifth we are weak, and can die easily. The one you shot in the arm couldn’t eat for a few cycles and was weak, that’s why he died. He went hunting without me and ate someone not right for us. So, you killing him, makes you the Fifth.” Green said.

     “Where did you come from? Aliens?”

     “I wish. We were pets and keepers of tombs in Egypt. We traveled through all those tunnels within the Pyramids protecting the dead and eating slaves that couldn’t work anymore. Our father, Shepseskaf-Ankh was the head Physician and Magic Man that made us immortal. He was very close to the King, so he had all the power in the world. After the fall of Egypt, we left and roamed the earth. Feeding on people that are right for us. We need the right people...”

     “Or you get sick, I know. Do I have a choice? I mean, I wasn’t living the best life but I kind of want to stay human.” I said.

     “No. You killed one of us, his life force and spell entered you already. It’s time we bring that out of you. You will become your own version of Tiou. From the looks of last night, you will always stay black. Physically stronger than any of us, you will be the Fifth and new leader.”

     They all opened their glowing eyes and started to sing. Each one held their note out and formed that chord I heard the first night I met them. I felt pressure in my entire body and felt heat coming from the Tiou. The world was getting pitch black, then a brilliant flash blinded me. I squeezed my eyes shut as hard as I could until everything went quiet. I slowly opened them to look Green right in his big eyes. I was back in my bedroom with the morning sun bouncing off of my new shiny black coat. I never felt more alive in my life. I guess that’s something I will have to get used to.

*

     It has been quite some time since I transformed. Ate a lot of people and witnessed things I thought never existed. But, we cannot stay here any longer. There is no one left to eat in this country. We have to move to the other side of the world for worry free nutrition. The only people we can eat are descendants of Egyptian slaves. The hunt begins.

     So, when you come in this apartment looking for me and why I haven’t paid rent… This is why.

The End

    

     

Loss

                                                                                               

Loss

     I am going to kill myself tonight. I have my gun loaded on the table next to me, bottle of Scotch next to that and a case of Pabst Blue Ribbon in the fridge. Been drinking PBR all day long. It's been days since I slept. These pills I take keep me up. I quit taking those weeks ago, but I still can't sleep. Something happen to me after the crash, other than losing both my legs. Guess I should start from the beginning.

     I met a gorgeous woman at my friend's New Year’s party. I didn't want to go, but you need to show up in person once in a while to keep the peace.

     "Hey, there he is!" Dave said as I walked in the door. I didn't even have my fucking left foot in and he's already starting his shit.

     "Damn, Dave. Put the spotlight on me." I said.

     "Mingle, Man! Mingle. Jessica has her cousin here. She's single, I had her bring her for you, but she doesn't know that." Dave said.

     It was 11:30pm when I got there. I wanted to just have a few drinks, kiss some random chic and leave. But that random kiss turned out to be true love.

     Jessica's cousin (Mia) turned out to fit me pretty well. She didn't want to be there any more than I did. Which lead us leaving together after our kiss, so we could get to know each other in private. That doesn't mean sex, but it lead to it. We just seemed to fit each other perfectly. I keep saying that, but that's how it was. Instant love. I been dead for years, she brought me back to life. We moved in together within weeks. Jessica told her it was going too fast. She tried to slow us down every time Mia called her. Mia's daughter died a few months before we met. Her kid's dad died a few months before that. She had her demons and problems, but so did I. Two broken people become one complete person.

     We were together for a few years. Still in love like we were during our first kiss. She loved to go riding on the Motorcycle. We would go on long trips on the bike. Just get on and go down some highways we never been on, get a hotel room and come back home by Sunday. She loved getting away on the weekends. We left one weekend and on the way back a deer hit us while we were going 65 mph. We swerved into a SUV which tried to avoid us and ended up flipping countless times. I remember looking in Mia's eyes as she died and seeing children falling from the sky after being ejected from the SUV. The Bike hit the guard rail, crushed my legs and smashed Mia's head in. She just went. I like to think she didn't feel pain. My legs were just exploded flesh. The man crawled out the SUV, unharmed. He lost all his family in seconds. His wife, four girls and his dog all dead on the highway. I'm lying on the road with mangled legs and a dead girlfriend. The Deer is probably eating berries in the woods. He screamed until his throat bled it seemed. I waited to die next to Mia. I was lying in a puddle of our blood. What a perfect way to go. I thought. I passed out and woke up with no legs and months missing from my life. I was put into a coma while my body healed, but didn't wake up like they planned. While I was out, Mr. SUV man killed himself with a .357 revolver. He tried to come kill me while I was in a coma, but ended up in jail for a few months until he got out. His first night home, he did it. He thought I caused the crash. He never knew about the deer and I never had a chance to tell him. He lost his whole family and I lost my Mia (which was two months pregnant) and my legs.

     After waking up and getting my head around the whole situation, I felt this heavy presence. Could of been the ghost of my lost limbs, but it had hatred to it. It never let up. All day and night, I felt it. Even in my dreams it was there. I think it was the father that killed himself.  He blamed me for his family's death. Now he is trying to kill me beyond the grave, I know it. I can feel him so strong because I was near death for months.

     It's almost midnight. I been thinking about my Mia all day long. She was my world, my everything. And she was gone in minutes. A random deer jump devastated so many. People died, and people killed themselves. Me being one of the people that kill themselves. How can I live knowing I got the woman I love killed? Her family blames me. He blamed me. I blame me. I should have kept an eye out for wild life, but I didn't. It's almost time. Do I shoot myself through the mouth? Behind my ear? On the side of my head? I don't know. I just know I don't want to be here anymore. But.... I don't want to feel any pain. I know all the pain I caused, but I don't want to feel any. I'm sure I deserve it though.

     His presence been strong all day. I think I'm ready. But if I kill myself, what's on the other side? He has been wanting me to kill myself, but what's after that? Does he get peace? Do I suffer for what happen that day? Do we go into new bodies? I just know I don't want this body or life anymore. Nothing is left for me here, but pain and heartache. I am going to pull back on this .357's hammer and pull the trigger. The world won't miss me. I didn't give to this world, just took. Goodbye.

The End

Something BIG

Something BIG

     “This is the start of something big.” She said to me. I didn’t believe it then, but I believe it now. A lot has changed since those words entered my ears. And not all of it is for the better.

*

     We stood there looking at the body she just stabbed over and over in my living room. I couldn’t believe all the damage she did to him while I was in the bathroom. It couldn’t have been ten minutes and she had his head halfway off.

     “What the FUCK did you do?!” I yelled at her.

     “He tried to touch me. NO ONE touches me without my permission!” She screamed.

     “Okay, okay… Keep it down. We need to get him out of here and get out of town. How much money do you have from the long weekend at the club? He might have a stash at his place.” I asked.

     “Plenty enough to get out of state. I have a friend we can stay with no one knows about. And how are we going to get him out of here?”

     “We’ll have to cut him up and take him out in suitcases. I have three in the room, go grab them.”

     She went in the room and came back with three cases and an excited look on her face.

     “Why are you so happy? I have a dead asshole on my floor and we have to do some unspeakable things and you’re smiling. How about you cut his ass up and I’ll wait outside the bathroom.” I said.

     “This is the start of something big.” She said.

     “And what’s that?”

     “I don’t know, but I can feel it. Can’t you?” She asked

     “Let’s just get his ass in the tub and you do the cutting, I’ll do the packing.”

     She had the biggest grin on her face the whole time. Her hands and arms were almost black with blood. Sweat beading on her forehead and face as she hacked away at limbs. She was in heaven… a sick and twisted heaven. It took us almost 2 hours to get him cut up and in the cases. We had to drag the body down two staircases to get him into the van.

     “If we’re leaving town why did we need to clean up?” she asked.

     “This guy is connected to the clubs we work at and has his hands in some drug trafficking. They can’t find out he was fucking murdered at my place. I’m happy for that rug. It had the rubber bottom and kept all the blood off the actual floor. We might get away with this. I know he has a stash at his place, we just need to stop by at the right time to get it.”

     “Something big.” She whispered as she kissed my cheek.

     “Yea, something big. Hopefully it doesn’t turn and fuck us both.”

     We took the body to the bridge and threw suitcases off the side. After the first one I thought we should weigh them down, but it was too late, one was already in the water, might as well throw the other two in. We were getting the fuck out of dodge anyways. Just enough time to get what we need from his house.

     We chilled in the van for a few hours and waited for his lights to go out. We didn’t need to go into the house, all the money and coke was in the garage.

     “Okay, let’s go.”

     “I’m not fucking going.” She said.

     “Why the fuck not?”

     “I’m scared of the dark.”

     “You just cut a man to pieces!” I yelled under my breath.

     “Yea, so… the lights were on though.”

     “You are some special kind of fucked up, huh? Fuck it, I’ll be back.” I said.

     “Okay, Arnold.”

     I went toward the back of the house, keeping to the shadows. I’m always wearing black, so being seen isn’t an option for me tonight. I got to the garage and picked the lock fairly easy. I cracked the door and slid inside, shutting it behind me. I pulled out my cellphone and illuminated the space with my screen. Took me maybe 20 minutes to find the secret section behind one of his cabinets. At least $50,000 in cash and 5 pounds of coke in there. I put it in my bag and headed back to the van.

     “Fuck, what took you so fucking long?” she said as I opened the driver side door.

     “I had to do my thing, okay? Shit takes time.”

     “Whatever. Let’s get out of here. This town gives me the creeps.”

     “I may never understand you.” I said.

     “What did you get, by the way?” she asked.

     “I got a few bricks of coke and some mo…….”

     That’s when I heard a loud blast. I felt glass and something wet all over my face. I looked over at Judy and her head was almost gone. The body’s wife came out and shot Judy’s head off with a shotgun. I had some pellets in my shoulder and neck when I sped off. With Judy beyond dead in my passenger seat and me bleeding like a pig, I HAD to stop at the ER. I didn’t want to die. I figured I’d go in and get fixed up before anyone noticed anything. Guess the security guard got keen on my van and checked it out. Kind of hard to miss blood all over the windshield of a black windowless van.

     So, here I am, in a prison cell, telling my story. Something big, huh? Getting your head blown off is a big event. I almost died. The doc said, “Seven more minutes, and you would have been a corpse on my table.” Such kind words. I’ll do my time and get out an old man. At least they give me a Guitar to play in here.

The End

     

Control

Control

     Kill her. Take that pen and shove it in her eye.

     You know I can’t do that.

     Take that fucking pen and do it. What are you waiting on?

     We’re still in the open. Give me time to get her by herself.

     Time? Time isn’t given, time is fucking taken. Take it!

     In front of all these people? Give me a break. I think I’ll take the time I need to play it safe. I want her as much as you do, but not enough to spend the rest of my life in prison getting fucked by a 400 pound guy.

     Let me take control and we will take her together.

     No. I remember what happen last time you took control. I spent time in jail while you went deeper. If shit goes down this time, YOU will do the time and I will go hide deep away.

     Fair, let me get full control.

     Shut up, here she comes.

     “Yawning already? You just got here.” Sue said.

     “Yea. Late night.”

     “I have a headache and you don’t hear me bitching do you? Sign these papers and go back home. You have been going out of your zone. Next time that happens, I’ll have your ass back behind bars in a blink of an eye.” Sue barked.

     “Must be hard to drink all night and look at all these numbers.”

     “Just sign the fucking papers and leave. I need to do a house visit to make sure you’re not hiding anything. I will be bringing a piss cup to make sure you’re clean. I hope you have dirty piss, so I don’t have to look at you anymore.” Sue said.

     Please, let me kill her now.

     Not yet.

     “Hello! Daydream on your own time, mine is valuable.” Sue said.

     Papers signed. Let’s go home and get ready for this lazy bitch. I want to have fun with this one.

     “I will see you soon, Sue. Have a blessed day.”

     “Fuck off.” She said.

*

     Where is she? She was supposed to be here by now.

     She probably drank too much last night. When she comes in, you take control and do what you need.

     What I need? What we need. You don’t want to do any more time do you?

     No… but I…

     No. Simple as that. She is threatening us every time we have to meet with her. She’s our parole officer and a major pain in our ass.

     Yea. We don’t need a pain in the ass from her or from big bubba in the pin. I’m going to hide deep until it’s done.

     She’s here.

     Take control.

     “About fucking time. I been knocking for two minutes.” Sue barked.

     “Come in, Sue.”

     Shut the door and lock it. If she tries to run, it’ll give us time to get her back.

     “You wincing because of the sun or because you drank all night and got cum in them?”

     “Ha-ha. We have a comedian here.” Sue laughed

     Walk to the kitchen and get the zip ties. Make sure she doesn’t see you. She has a gun and is looking for a chance to shoot us.

     “What are you smiling about?” Sue asked.

     “Are we smiling? We haven’t done that since the day we got out of prison. Do you know when we quit smiling, Sue?

     “When you look at your dick to piss?” Sue said.

     “Later that day when we had to meet you. You been making our life a living hell since we got out.”

     “Why do you keep referring yourself as we?” Sue asked tentatively.

     “I am the dark one that lives within this body. He is deep inside right now and I am in control.”

     Get her! Don’t let her get to the door!

*

     I blacked out. What happened?

     When I told her about us, she freaked out and ran to the door. I grabbed a hand full of hair as she was running and slammed her head into the door. She started to yell, so I had to do something. You might not like this.

     Tell me you didn’t kill her in the living room.

     Well, no. I had to use that glass statue to hit her over the head and it shattered.

     Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I can NEVER get another one of those. Where is she?

     She is in the kill room.

     How long have I been out?

     Only a few hours. Let’s go have fun with this lazy bitch. She would have put us away if you didn’t let me do this. She has been putting other cons away so she wouldn’t have to deal with them.

     You’re in control.

     “You look tired? Did you not get enough rest after we knocked your ass out?”

     “You can’t do this. They know where I am. You have a fucking ankle bracelet on and you’re on house arrest. Where can you go?!” She asked.

     “We’re not going anywhere today. Today is our day with you. We have you laying on your back so we can put a towel over your face and pour water over it. We might do this for an hour or so, then move on to something more fun. What do you think?”

     The towel thing is going to do what?

     It’s going to make her feel like she is drowning. It’s going to be fun. I left her legs free so we can watch them fling around.

     Look at her go. She doesn’t like that at all. Don’t do it too long, you don’t want to kill her yet. I can feel you have bigger plans for her.

     “Stop! I’ll do whatever you want. What, do you want to rape me? Is that it?” Sue asked.

     “We don’t like fake, ugly bitches with drawn in eye brows. Hold still. You have another half hour of this, then we will give you a break while we go get some… toys.”

*

     What happened? I went too deep and couldn’t see anything for a while.

     Well, I finished her with the towel and water over the face. Thought I went too long and killed her, but she came too as I started to chop her hair off. All of her makeup was off, so I wanted to give her a haircut.

     Looks like you did a shitty job. Like you did it with a weed wacker.

     Dull knife we had did just fine. Now she looks how she acts. She still needs to get a makeover to appear how she really is.

     I can’t see the table so clearly. What’s all laid out on the table?

     I had to go to ace hardware to get some tools. I got some pliers, duct tape, super glue, 4 inch wood nails, hammer, blow torch, some plastic sheets and some chocolate milk.

     Chocolate milk?

     Yea. I’m thirsty.

     “Wake up, Sue.”

     She isn’t moving. No way she can be dead, we only been gone for an hour.

     Let’s see if she stays asleep after we pull one of her nails off. Hand me the pliers.

     Get them yourself. You’re in control. I feel myself going deeper. I see one of my old tricycles from when I was younger.

     Go then, I will fill you in. This won’t take long. Which one to do first? I think I’ll do her pinky nail first. This is going to be easy. Nice, long nails; she must get them done every week.

     “My fucking nail! What are you doing?!” Sue screamed.

     “We’re doing your nails, Sue. Don’t you like it? If you’re wondering why your hands are duct taped to the chair, it’s so we can do all of your nails at once without interruption. Doesn’t that sound like fun?!”

     These nails are coming off easier than I thought. You’re missing this, buddy. She is screaming like a pig. I almost want to pull one of our nails off to see what it feels like. They come off without any effort.

     “Stop moving your fucking fingers, or we’ll cut them off one by one. You want me to do just your nails, or do you want to lose fingers?”

     “Nails!” Sue said with snot coming out of her nose.

     Just two more nails to go. Saved the thumbs for last. These might give us trouble.

     “Look at that. You look so pretty now. No eye brows, no hair, no nails and no makeup. Now you’re looking more like yourself instead of wearing a disguise to trick people. I have to say, I liked you better with nails, though. Let me put some nails back on you.”

     You got nails for her?

     Yea. 4 inch wood nails.

     “We’re back. Are you ready for your new nails? You should be use to this.”

     “Please, just let me go. I won’t say a word.” Sue pleaded.

     “You know what, Sue? I know for a fact you will not say a word to another soul about this.”

     “Please. Don’t. What are you doing? What’s in your hand?”

     “We have super glue. It’s for your mouth. Hold still or we’ll sew your mouth shut.”

     No one can hear her. Why are you gluing her lips shut?

     She sounds like a pig. I don’t want to hear that. Your ass been hiding for some time. Stick around and enjoy this.

     I can’t even look at her. I’m going to slip back.

     Leave me to do the dirty work for us.

     “Let us put on your new nails, Sue.”

*

     Before you ask, I put a 4 inch wood in each finger. No use for the duct tape anymore. The super glue didn’t last long; she ripped her lips apart on the first nail I hammered in her finger. She passed out after 4 nails.

     I think she might be dead.

     Don’t be silly. She didn’t lose that much blood.

     What’s next?

     I am going to do her toe nails next, then I am going to cover her in that plastic wrap and set her on fire. She’s always trying to look hot for everyone, so she’ll die being hot.

     This is going too far now. I thought you were just going to torture her for a bit, then, I don’t know.

     What?! Let her go? You know we can’t go back. I couldn’t do the first stent in the slammer. I spent those years playing in your childhood. Which fucking sucked by the way.

     Well, I’m not doing time if we get caught again. You’re fucking doing it. And I will go back and live in my shitty childhood while you get fucked by a 400 pound queer.

     “Wake up, Sue. It is almost over. Just a few more hours of unbelievable pain and you’ll be free and so will we.”

     “You’re letting me go?” She asked with blood, snot and tears running down her face.

     “Letting you let go of this life. You’re not needed anymore.”

*

     The fire is too big! If it reached the floor above, my house will go up in flames! Do something!

     It won’t get that high. She is still kicking but she’ll be gone soon enough. And who cares if the house goes up? They’ll come back here looking for her.

     They won’t find our torture room. We can bullshit our way out of an investigation. 

     Fuck! It’s reaching the wood floors. I think we need to get this fire under control. She’s dead now anyways.

     Go in the kitchen, the fire extinguisher should be up to date.

     Why are there cops outside?

     Why are they armed and aiming at the house?

     Maybe she had a panic button? She been gone pretty much all day. I was hoping she had other calls after us. Fuck. They’re hitting the door in.

     “Get on the fucking ground!” A cop yelled.

*

     “How long has he been like this, Dr. Sokolov?” The nurse asked.

     “6 months, yesterday. They brought him here after he tortured and killed his parole officer in a brick room under his house.”

     “Oh my God.”

     “They thought he was just trying to plea insanity, but he’s been like this the whole time. Eyes never move and he never speaks, but his brain is fully functional. He just slumps to the side and stares at the wall, like he is in a dream. We never witnessed anything like this before. Very interesting case.” Dr. Sokolov said.

     “I guess he’ll be easy to take care of. I’ll get to it. I’m sure you’re busy, Doctor.”

     What now?

     What do you mean? I am not spending time in prison. I’ll just stay in my childhood the rest of my life.

     Funny, because I’m not spending it either. I’ll just go back to other memories I can find in here. Not too many fond memories, though.

     I’m sure you can find a few from my 20s. At least we have each other.

     Here we go! I like this memory. She was pretty cute and this night looks like fun. I think I’ll relive this for a few years.

     “Doctor! He’s smiling!” The nurse yelled.

The End

This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.