Post by Anthony Crute on Jan 7, 2007 17:42:38 GMT -5
shorter one this time since people commented about the length of the last (note change of 1st and 2nd person are different characters e.g the one refered to as he is 1 and the person refered to as I is another.)
He breathed heavily as she walked from the door along the path towards the sidewalk, her angelic face was mixed amongst those beaming smiles of the other children but his eyes were only fixed upon her.
His fatty finger rested upon his podgy stomach as he grinned slightly creasing the rolls of fat under his unshaved chin.
He smiled when she grinned madly at a friend and waved goodbye as she climbed onto the big yellow school bus.
His eyes followed her as she took her seat and he watched her happily as she sat at the window seat talking to another girl but the other little girl blurred to his vision as he looked at only her, she was going to be his.
He followed slowly as the bus pulled away, he had been watching her for a few weeks now since that first day when she had smiled at him in the mall when she was with her mother. She liked him, this one was undeniable it wasn’t like the other times she wouldn’t struggle or cry she wanted to be with him.
The bus stopped outside of a house and he watched as she climbed up and walked the length of the bus before waving at some classmates and jumped down the two steps to the curb. Her blonde hair twirled around as she landed.
Meggan was he name, the door of the house opened as her mother greeted her. Meggan walked towards her and was quickly ushered inside. No kiss and no hug from her mother…the woman didn’t deserve such a special girl.
He pulled away from where he was parked and began to drive, he would be back later. He would come back when it was dark and he’d take her away from this life, he’d treat her like a princess and she would love him and he would love her like no other.
This wasn’t like the time before when they pretended to like him, the smiled or waved at him in the street or in stores…leading him on. They would make him feel like they were his friends and so he would go to them, he would treat them like queens but they rejected him. They lied to him, they never liked him and he was left feeling hurt…he retaliated and then moved on to a new life. This time would be different he was sure of it this time, this girl really loved him.
He pulled up to his dilapidated home and climbed from his car and walked through the long path which had a barren path cut across it to his front door and he went inside and he thought and he dreamed, soon Meggan would be with him.
The hours rolled away until the sun set and he once again left his house and climbed into his car, he was not yet read but it was getting closer and he was getting more and more excited and happy…too excited. He needed a drink.
He pulled up in the car park of a bar about thirty minutes from his home and an hour from Meggan’s house. A row of motorcycles were lined up outside the bar being bathed in the red flashing light which advertised beer.
He opened the bar door and the smell of smoke and sweat hit him, nothing like little girls. He ordered a drink and moved to the corner of the bar and sat in a booth and took a drink, he was running over his plan mentally.
Meanwhile…
I sink the sixth beer, its still having no effect. It never does, the door swings open and my eyes move to the door. I may be the biggest and most vicious guy you may ever meet but my eyes instinctively move when the door opens, I had a lot of enemies.
I eyes usually flick back instantly as there is nothing important but this time I fix my gaze on the short fat tubby man. He wears a vest under an un-ironed and filthy shirt. I can smell him over the smoke and sweat and alcohol which drenches this place, biker bar, not clean but I still smell him above it all.
People have their own distinctive odour as most people know, know but never experienced but what most don’t know is certain types of people have similar odour…this one hurts my nostrils.
I’ve smelt it before and knowing humanity I’ll smell it again, the smell is the one thing I’ve found in my life which disgusts me.
I track him as he moves to the bar and then to the corner, I watch him closely as he takes his drink. I can smell his adrenaline and endorphins raging, he’s doing whatever he’s planning to do tonight.
I just sit there and run things through my mind, I’m not a hero and I don’t want to be, happy being exactly who I am. I’m not going to be a hero, not even going to get involved just sit and finish my drinking binge and then be on my way. The guy in the corner never done anything to me.
Still lets just say I didn’t have a very happy childhood.
In the booth…
He looks down at his watch, he’s killed enough time and knows its now or never. He drains the last of his glass and climbs to his feet grabbing his keys as he moves.
He picks the path of least resistance through the crowd but still bumps into several people in the busy bar before he finds the exit and climbs into his car.
The ride to Meggan’s seems to take no time at all, he parks his car around the corner and walks quickly and quietly across the distance till he is in her yard.
The lights inside are all off and he makes his way slowly across the soft grass to the house, he stares through the ground floor window steaming it slightly as he searches for a glimpse of his princess. He sees her sleeping through a gap in the curtains and he knows its right.
His fingers press on the windowsill gently and then suddenly tighten… the pain rips through his body as he feels the claws slice down his back.
I tear the flesh from his back instantly over and over again before I toss him to the ground. I pounce on him and slash madly at his chest and stomach each blow madly tearing away, measured madness hitting the right places to keep him alive and make sure he feels every inch of this as I tear at him.
I tell myself that this is because of the way he bumped me in the bar….nobody does that to me, its not because of my own problems. I of course also tell myself that I didn’t slide my chair backwards just that little extra just before he walked past…he brought this upon himself.
I make sure he feels everything before he goes dark and is nothing more than bad meat. I stand and stare down at him…I made a real mess. His flesh spread out in front of me spread over 20 feet of gory art and a smile crosses my face.
This will be a pleasant sight in the morning for whatever poor kid I just saved, this will haunt their dreams for years to come. I chuckle a little as I walk away, I may stick around just to hear the screams…my name is Sabertooth.
He breathed heavily as she walked from the door along the path towards the sidewalk, her angelic face was mixed amongst those beaming smiles of the other children but his eyes were only fixed upon her.
His fatty finger rested upon his podgy stomach as he grinned slightly creasing the rolls of fat under his unshaved chin.
He smiled when she grinned madly at a friend and waved goodbye as she climbed onto the big yellow school bus.
His eyes followed her as she took her seat and he watched her happily as she sat at the window seat talking to another girl but the other little girl blurred to his vision as he looked at only her, she was going to be his.
He followed slowly as the bus pulled away, he had been watching her for a few weeks now since that first day when she had smiled at him in the mall when she was with her mother. She liked him, this one was undeniable it wasn’t like the other times she wouldn’t struggle or cry she wanted to be with him.
The bus stopped outside of a house and he watched as she climbed up and walked the length of the bus before waving at some classmates and jumped down the two steps to the curb. Her blonde hair twirled around as she landed.
Meggan was he name, the door of the house opened as her mother greeted her. Meggan walked towards her and was quickly ushered inside. No kiss and no hug from her mother…the woman didn’t deserve such a special girl.
He pulled away from where he was parked and began to drive, he would be back later. He would come back when it was dark and he’d take her away from this life, he’d treat her like a princess and she would love him and he would love her like no other.
This wasn’t like the time before when they pretended to like him, the smiled or waved at him in the street or in stores…leading him on. They would make him feel like they were his friends and so he would go to them, he would treat them like queens but they rejected him. They lied to him, they never liked him and he was left feeling hurt…he retaliated and then moved on to a new life. This time would be different he was sure of it this time, this girl really loved him.
He pulled up to his dilapidated home and climbed from his car and walked through the long path which had a barren path cut across it to his front door and he went inside and he thought and he dreamed, soon Meggan would be with him.
The hours rolled away until the sun set and he once again left his house and climbed into his car, he was not yet read but it was getting closer and he was getting more and more excited and happy…too excited. He needed a drink.
He pulled up in the car park of a bar about thirty minutes from his home and an hour from Meggan’s house. A row of motorcycles were lined up outside the bar being bathed in the red flashing light which advertised beer.
He opened the bar door and the smell of smoke and sweat hit him, nothing like little girls. He ordered a drink and moved to the corner of the bar and sat in a booth and took a drink, he was running over his plan mentally.
Meanwhile…
I sink the sixth beer, its still having no effect. It never does, the door swings open and my eyes move to the door. I may be the biggest and most vicious guy you may ever meet but my eyes instinctively move when the door opens, I had a lot of enemies.
I eyes usually flick back instantly as there is nothing important but this time I fix my gaze on the short fat tubby man. He wears a vest under an un-ironed and filthy shirt. I can smell him over the smoke and sweat and alcohol which drenches this place, biker bar, not clean but I still smell him above it all.
People have their own distinctive odour as most people know, know but never experienced but what most don’t know is certain types of people have similar odour…this one hurts my nostrils.
I’ve smelt it before and knowing humanity I’ll smell it again, the smell is the one thing I’ve found in my life which disgusts me.
I track him as he moves to the bar and then to the corner, I watch him closely as he takes his drink. I can smell his adrenaline and endorphins raging, he’s doing whatever he’s planning to do tonight.
I just sit there and run things through my mind, I’m not a hero and I don’t want to be, happy being exactly who I am. I’m not going to be a hero, not even going to get involved just sit and finish my drinking binge and then be on my way. The guy in the corner never done anything to me.
Still lets just say I didn’t have a very happy childhood.
In the booth…
He looks down at his watch, he’s killed enough time and knows its now or never. He drains the last of his glass and climbs to his feet grabbing his keys as he moves.
He picks the path of least resistance through the crowd but still bumps into several people in the busy bar before he finds the exit and climbs into his car.
The ride to Meggan’s seems to take no time at all, he parks his car around the corner and walks quickly and quietly across the distance till he is in her yard.
The lights inside are all off and he makes his way slowly across the soft grass to the house, he stares through the ground floor window steaming it slightly as he searches for a glimpse of his princess. He sees her sleeping through a gap in the curtains and he knows its right.
His fingers press on the windowsill gently and then suddenly tighten… the pain rips through his body as he feels the claws slice down his back.
I tear the flesh from his back instantly over and over again before I toss him to the ground. I pounce on him and slash madly at his chest and stomach each blow madly tearing away, measured madness hitting the right places to keep him alive and make sure he feels every inch of this as I tear at him.
I tell myself that this is because of the way he bumped me in the bar….nobody does that to me, its not because of my own problems. I of course also tell myself that I didn’t slide my chair backwards just that little extra just before he walked past…he brought this upon himself.
I make sure he feels everything before he goes dark and is nothing more than bad meat. I stand and stare down at him…I made a real mess. His flesh spread out in front of me spread over 20 feet of gory art and a smile crosses my face.
This will be a pleasant sight in the morning for whatever poor kid I just saved, this will haunt their dreams for years to come. I chuckle a little as I walk away, I may stick around just to hear the screams…my name is Sabertooth.