It's as quiet as you can imagine, but the loudest screams are going through his head. Not one thought has fully formed. It's a scramble of words and visions. Visions of how she got killed... How innocent she was... How she killed herself... how she'd been thinking about it and he didn't notice... He hasn't stopped running since then. It isn't raining anymore but he's soaked and his shoes are muddy. He's not in this world right now. His body is running on it's own trying to escape from it all. Almost like he's running back in time to a moment when none of this had happened. He closes his eyes and lets his body go without any direction. With his mind in another place he slams into a pole and it knocks the life out of him. The only emotion he had left had gone. He laid there on the ground. The crying stopped. The deep dark blue eyes full of fear became blank. If any man saw him, they would think no doubt they were seeing a cold soulless body of a poor diseased boy... And they'd be right. That boy was lifeless.
He hasn't eaten since that morning. A few minutes after he got up he got to a gas station. The clerk is filling the shelves. A ding of a bell bounces though the store as John walks in. He grabs some chips and goes up to the clerk. The clerk takes two dollars and turns back around to the shelf. On his way out John grabs a can of coke that's close to the door and leaves without him noticing. A sense of satisfaction comes over him. As the silence of the night is screaming out into the world he slowly walks away from the store and into the darkness.
Before daylight even hits he walks miles to a cheap motel. Seeing no one around he walks up the stairs to the second floor and starts peeping through windows. He found one with no curtains in the way so that he could see in. There was obviously no one on the bed so he made up his mind about doing this. He tried pushing up the window and surprisingly the window had been left open. He slowly climbs inside the room and closes the window behind him. After checking the bathroom he just sits down on the bed for a second and lets his mind rest. not a thought going through his brain. He gets up, locks the window and goes back into the bathroom. freshens up and as soon as he comes out he just drops on the bed.
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you hear the hands of a clock rotating. the room painted yellow by the sun's beams. there's a beautiful feeling of calm over the room as John lays on the bed. a loud noise from outside the room breaks into the quiet like a sword cracking through layers of glass. John jumps up from the bed going from dead to awake in a second. he makes out the noise as people talking right outside the door. he just stands in silence as he hears the keys of the room rattle and enter the door's lock. he quickly but quietly runs into the bathroom and leans up against the wall ready for someone to come inside. his heart shaking from fear as he awaits for his verdict. The sound of the door opening travels through the room and a couple comes inside. John expects them to look inside the bathroom any time now but to his surprise they walk back out of the room to get their bags from the car leaving the door open. He peeks his head out and sees that emptiness has filled the room. He walks out of the room and goes down the stairs right past the couple with a grin on his face. his heart filled with uncertainty, just like he has come to enjoy it.
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In Necessitatem Mortis || Unavoidable Death
Misteri / ThrillerOn a quiet, ordinary morning something tragic happens and it leads to the start of John Harris's life. This is a intro into the world of death and tragedy. This is how a killer is born.