Youngstown Demon
"Why don't you turn left up ahead," you suggest.
He looks at you strangely. "Left? Why the hell would you want to go to there?"
You look at him with mischief in your eyes. "What else would a man and a woman do in an abandoned building?"
"Oh," he says, a self-assured smirk curling up at the corner of his mouth. He turns on the left turn signal and turns to the narrow drive that leads between the fences of the abandoned factories.
The street lights offer a dim illumination on the area. The pavement, once a solid ground, is cracked and split in many places; an unstable ground that the car bumps and jolts over as it rolls along.
Eventually Morton slows the car down to a halt and shuts the engine down. He looks over to you with a wide shit-eating grin on his face.
"Well," he says. "Here we are."
You laugh a bit before responding. "Yes," you say. "Here we are."
You are giddy with excitement as you draw your knife and plunge it into his chest. There is a moment of shock as he stares at you blankly with a slack jaw.
It takes two hands and a bit of work to get through the chest bone, but you soon break through it and cut a long verticle slash down to waist level.
"Hush now, sweet Charles," you tell him in a soothing voice. "It will all be over soon."
He starts shoving at you and trying to push you away but you stop such nonsense by shoving the blade through his neck, up under his collarbone and into his brain. He goes very still. Having a knife like this is a blessing.
You take the knife and cut him horizontally, intersecting with your vertical gash at ninety degree angles. After taking a moment to admire your work, you wipe his blood from your knife on his pants, and get out of the car. You walk around to the driver side and opem the door, letting his limp form tumble to the ground.
With a kick from your foot, you roll him over so that his eyes stare up at the heavens.
You get back into the car and start it up, sliding it into reverse and turning around. You drive away, leaving his body there in the middle of the old and abandoned road for someone to find tomorrow.
You soon find yourself at the banks of the Mahoning River. Putting the car in neutral, you allow it to coast into the cold depths of the river. It swallows the hunk of metal like a hungry beast, devouring it greedily.
Satisfied, you make your way back to your car on foot. It takes close to an hour to reach your destination, and you find that your car is one of only a few still in the lot. You start it up and glance at the clock, it is 11:00pm. You start to drive home, the others are excited and alive with your fulfillment of the mission.
After pulling your car into the drive, you turn it off and get out; making your way to the door. You head straight for the shower, making the water scorching hot before stepping in.
The blood washes from your body to cloud up in the water at your feet and being swept away down the drain. You get out of the shower and dry off, glancing down at your blood stained clothes. Looks like you won't be wearing that business suit ever again, blood is just so hard to get out.
After having a quick bite to eat and a cup of hot tea before slipping into bed beneath the covers, checking the alarm, and drifting off to sleep.
And He saw all of this and it was good.
He looks at you strangely. "Left? Why the hell would you want to go to there?"
You look at him with mischief in your eyes. "What else would a man and a woman do in an abandoned building?"
"Oh," he says, a self-assured smirk curling up at the corner of his mouth. He turns on the left turn signal and turns to the narrow drive that leads between the fences of the abandoned factories.
The street lights offer a dim illumination on the area. The pavement, once a solid ground, is cracked and split in many places; an unstable ground that the car bumps and jolts over as it rolls along.
Eventually Morton slows the car down to a halt and shuts the engine down. He looks over to you with a wide shit-eating grin on his face.
"Well," he says. "Here we are."
You laugh a bit before responding. "Yes," you say. "Here we are."
You are giddy with excitement as you draw your knife and plunge it into his chest. There is a moment of shock as he stares at you blankly with a slack jaw.
It takes two hands and a bit of work to get through the chest bone, but you soon break through it and cut a long verticle slash down to waist level.
"Hush now, sweet Charles," you tell him in a soothing voice. "It will all be over soon."
He starts shoving at you and trying to push you away but you stop such nonsense by shoving the blade through his neck, up under his collarbone and into his brain. He goes very still. Having a knife like this is a blessing.
You take the knife and cut him horizontally, intersecting with your vertical gash at ninety degree angles. After taking a moment to admire your work, you wipe his blood from your knife on his pants, and get out of the car. You walk around to the driver side and opem the door, letting his limp form tumble to the ground.
With a kick from your foot, you roll him over so that his eyes stare up at the heavens.
You get back into the car and start it up, sliding it into reverse and turning around. You drive away, leaving his body there in the middle of the old and abandoned road for someone to find tomorrow.
You soon find yourself at the banks of the Mahoning River. Putting the car in neutral, you allow it to coast into the cold depths of the river. It swallows the hunk of metal like a hungry beast, devouring it greedily.
Satisfied, you make your way back to your car on foot. It takes close to an hour to reach your destination, and you find that your car is one of only a few still in the lot. You start it up and glance at the clock, it is 11:00pm. You start to drive home, the others are excited and alive with your fulfillment of the mission.
After pulling your car into the drive, you turn it off and get out; making your way to the door. You head straight for the shower, making the water scorching hot before stepping in.
The blood washes from your body to cloud up in the water at your feet and being swept away down the drain. You get out of the shower and dry off, glancing down at your blood stained clothes. Looks like you won't be wearing that business suit ever again, blood is just so hard to get out.
After having a quick bite to eat and a cup of hot tea before slipping into bed beneath the covers, checking the alarm, and drifting off to sleep.
And He saw all of this and it was good.