Youngstown Demon
He burns rubber when he pulls out of the driveway, one final sign of his fury. The last his family will ever have to hear. You smile to yourself as you put the car in drive and follow him at a safe distance. The sun is starting to set, giving you additional cover as you tail him.
He goes to a nearby bar, slams his car door shut and walks inside. You turn your ignition off and get out, crossing the gravel lot and making your way over to his vehicle.
You check the door. It's not locked. After a quick look around you slip into the back seat and wait. It's only a couple of hours before he steps out of the bar. You pull out your knife and duck down in the back seat and wait as his heavy footsteps draw nearer, his grumbles and muttered curses grow louder. Soon he sits down and puts the key into the ignition. As he turns the key you sit up and stab him in the neck.
You slide him over to the passenger side and crawl into the driver seat, turning on the lights and sliding the vehicle into gear. You head for the park. It's nearly eleven o'clock and there shouldn't be many people out. Especially the part you're headed.
You turn the lights off as you pull into a secluded spot on the side of the park road. The skeletal remains of a roller coaster peak at you from behind shadows of tall trees. You lift the body over one shoulder and walk toward a hole in the fence that was cut out for just this type of occurrence.
The man is far heavier than anyone your size should be able to handle, but you have no trouble carrying Mr. Deitz. God does not give us more than we can bear, and when he does the others give you strength and guidance and sometimes more.
From the hole in the fence it was only a few feet before they'd reached the coaster. You climb the walkway of a coaster and come to a bend where the cart rested. There were already two sitting in the cart, both deserving of their fate by all rights. The angels told your about them both, the Nazi and the rapist. They sat waiting on the coaster for a new thrill seeking companion; a man who beats on women and children.
You hoist him up into the seat and pull down the guard bar. Safety first. Then you take our your knife and carve the sign of the cross into his chest like you do to all of them. It is important that your work be recognized as the holy calling that it is.
You drive the car back to the bar and park it in the darkest corner of the gravel lot that you can find. You wipe down the steering wheel, the seat, the door handles, and anywhere else your hands may have been, and then you get out.
There are still vehicles in the lot but thankfully no one is out. You get to your car without being seen. For a moment you sit and think on what you've done. Your stomach starts to get a little sick like it always does, and you almost cry.
You did well, a voice whispers from overhead. A sense of calm overtakes me and I take a deep satisfied breath before starting the car and heading home. You scrub the blood out of your clothes with a brush, washing them with peroxide.
After a shower you go to bed, tired and troubled. You drift off to sleep.
He goes to a nearby bar, slams his car door shut and walks inside. You turn your ignition off and get out, crossing the gravel lot and making your way over to his vehicle.
You check the door. It's not locked. After a quick look around you slip into the back seat and wait. It's only a couple of hours before he steps out of the bar. You pull out your knife and duck down in the back seat and wait as his heavy footsteps draw nearer, his grumbles and muttered curses grow louder. Soon he sits down and puts the key into the ignition. As he turns the key you sit up and stab him in the neck.
You slide him over to the passenger side and crawl into the driver seat, turning on the lights and sliding the vehicle into gear. You head for the park. It's nearly eleven o'clock and there shouldn't be many people out. Especially the part you're headed.
You turn the lights off as you pull into a secluded spot on the side of the park road. The skeletal remains of a roller coaster peak at you from behind shadows of tall trees. You lift the body over one shoulder and walk toward a hole in the fence that was cut out for just this type of occurrence.
The man is far heavier than anyone your size should be able to handle, but you have no trouble carrying Mr. Deitz. God does not give us more than we can bear, and when he does the others give you strength and guidance and sometimes more.
From the hole in the fence it was only a few feet before they'd reached the coaster. You climb the walkway of a coaster and come to a bend where the cart rested. There were already two sitting in the cart, both deserving of their fate by all rights. The angels told your about them both, the Nazi and the rapist. They sat waiting on the coaster for a new thrill seeking companion; a man who beats on women and children.
You hoist him up into the seat and pull down the guard bar. Safety first. Then you take our your knife and carve the sign of the cross into his chest like you do to all of them. It is important that your work be recognized as the holy calling that it is.
You drive the car back to the bar and park it in the darkest corner of the gravel lot that you can find. You wipe down the steering wheel, the seat, the door handles, and anywhere else your hands may have been, and then you get out.
There are still vehicles in the lot but thankfully no one is out. You get to your car without being seen. For a moment you sit and think on what you've done. Your stomach starts to get a little sick like it always does, and you almost cry.
You did well, a voice whispers from overhead. A sense of calm overtakes me and I take a deep satisfied breath before starting the car and heading home. You scrub the blood out of your clothes with a brush, washing them with peroxide.
After a shower you go to bed, tired and troubled. You drift off to sleep.