The Voice

The Beggining: Teds Journey

                              The Voice

Chapter 1: The Other Part Of Ted

"KILL!" the cold, mysterious voice said. The chilly air had woke up his senses. The fluttering thrill built as he crept behind his prey, quickly creeping mere inches next to him. He shoved a chloroform rag over his mouth, the body slumping limply into the arms of the killer. Only moments could delay his victims untimely death. The ever building thrill surged through his veins, as he dragged the hefty man to a crafting table in his basement. Soon the man was neatly wrapped in cellophane. He murmured lightly under the duct tape, while the thrill had climaxed into an unrelenting force. The cold demons in his soul guided the knife into the prey's chest. The supposed killer woke up, realizing it was a silly nightmare. However, a smell emanated throughout his house. A rotten, decomposing smell. He went to his basement, the smell only becoming more pungent. Almost instinctively he knew where to look. The hefty man was sliced and maimed, and blood and organs of said unfortunate victim were contained in big jars. His head hanged like a chandelier from the basement ceiling. The killer stood, mortified.

He had not known the devil deep inside him.

Quickly, he had to clean up his basement. He smashed a hammer into the brick walling of the basement, sticking all he could into the space. He attempted to plaster on some bricks to replace the fallen ones. Everything was cleaned up now, but he needed to flee. He assumed the cops might find the bodies anyway. He darted out of the basement swiftly. Running had almost overwhelmed him, but his car was in the distance. "How could I have done this?!" He said to himself. "All in one night!" He hopped into his car. It was a Volkswagen Buggie from the 70's, but it did the job. An odd chuckle welcomed his ears. "You've done well, young killer." The cold, mysterious voice said. He chuckled heartily again. "Who said that?!" The killer said. He was afraid of what could be his real self, covered by a hollow shell of normality. Was he going crazy?

Was it just a delusional fantasy? His mind was going a million miles a minute, and he had to focus on driving far away. He drove fast and clumsily down the road, making sharp turns.

"TED! You have completed your first mission, however there is more to do. Hahahahahahaha....

Kill all who have wronged you." The menacing, mysterious voice demanded. "WHO SAID THAT? HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?!" Ted said, terrified. He felt compelled to do what the mysterious voice wanted however, almost against his own will. He knew through the voice where his ex-wife was, and how he was going to kill her. He drove up the road to the brown house. Outside was her husband, raking the leaves. He thought for moments. Was he going to do it? Was he not to? He felt very hesitant.

He tried to keep the devil contained but to no avail..

Ted creeped out of the driver's seat, slowly walking whilst being crouched. He slowly peered his head upwards enough beyond the Volkswagen Buggie to see his potential prey. As her new husband was raking the leaves, he noticed he was a well built man who stood at least 5'11 with a strong jawline, brown hair, and a red plaid shirt. The husband looked over to his left as he was stuffing leaves into a garbage bag. He saw Ted, or at least a sliver of his face and neck. The husband dropped his rake, and began to walk over. "HEY, ASSHOLE, DIANA TALKS ABOUT YOU, YOU ABUSIVE, CRAZY PRICK, SHE TOLD ME HOW HORRIBLE OF A MAN YOU WERE AND HOW MUCH BETTER OFF SHE WAS WITH ME.YOU BETTER FUCK OFF OR I'LL MAKE YOU FUCK OFF." Ted was terrified, but that fear became extreme anger. Ted was a large man as well, slightly smaller, but at least 5'10 and well built for the occasion. After the husband's remarks, Ted and him were mere inches away, fully stood up now. "GET OFF THE PROPERTY NOW!" the Husband roared, whilst his veins popped out of his neck. "Make me, tough guy.", Ted said, in a confident yet slightly angered tone. The husband threw a fist at Ted which he instantly grabbed and twisted as if an outer force controlled his every move. "KILL, KILL TEDDY!!!!" screamed the demonic voice. The husband shrieked in pain, alerting Diana. Diana ran over, "TED, STOP IT, PLEASE STOP IT!!" she said while tears welled up in her eyes. "IGNORE THE WOMAN. DEAL WITH WHO HAS WRONGED YOU, TEDDY BOY." Before he knew it, Ted jabbed the husband in his gut harder than he ever thought he could. The husband groaned in pain even more, trying to push Ted off as he threw the husband onto the trunk of his buggie. Slightly after this, he smashed his face in with countless swift movements. The screams and pleas of Diana were mere whispers now. "TEDDY, YOU ARE DOING WELL, NOW END HIM." Ted looked at him with crazed eyes, staring at his bloodied face and he was hungry for more. He threw him down onto the street, smashing his head in repeatedly with his foot until his skull split open and blood and brains were all that were left. Ted looked over at Diana and said, "I..don't know...WHAT DID I DO!!! WHAT DID I DO!!!? DIANA, PLEASE HELP ME, PLEASE!"