Spirit of the Weeping Willow Swing

Chapter 10

Nickey and I walked up the sidewalk to knock on the door when we saw one of Trent's goons motioning for us to follow him. "Keep your guard up, kid," Nickey warned as we followed him. I was ready for anything. I patted the switchblade still in my pocket and gave Nickey a nod. The goon directed us to a house in the back of the mansion.

We walked in and made our way to a door. I believe it was iron. He unlocked it and pushed it open. My eyes widened at the scene. Trent had Lunette pinned to a bed with her hands bound behind her back and a gag in her mouth. Her dress was hitched around her hips and Trent has his dick placed in front of her pussy ready to thrust.

I surged at him. "LET HER GO!" Before I could make it 3 ft. in the room something connected with the back of my head, then my world went dark. I woke up to Lunette's muffled cries. I tried to move but I couldn't. I saw my hands and feet bound.

I glanced over to Nickey who was still knocked out but also tied up. I looked over to the bed where Lunette was sobbing and Trent was caressing her body. "You bastard!" Trent peered over at me and grinned.

"Ah, you're awake. Now the fun can begin." He shifted Lunette's tear-stained face towards me. "Look Lunette, your stupid boyfriends going to watch me fuck your brains out. He's going to watch me make you beg to cum." She attempted to look away, but it was in vain. I began to struggle and I noticed the ropes around my wrists were loose.

I twisted a little bit until I got the ropes off. I hastily untied my feet and drew my switchblade out of my pocket. I held it out to Trent. "I said let her go!" I snarled in rage. Trent ceased his wicked groping on Lunette and snapped his fingers.

I saw the two goons come through the door to try to stop me. They both rushed at me before I had a chance to protect myself, one of the goons fell with a yell in anguish. Blood spilled around his now lifeless body. Nickey had flung a knife into his back. The other goon looked horrified at the view of his dead friend and bolted.

I smiled at Nickey in thanks. Then I looked back at Trent, but then immediately disheartened. He had a knife at Lunette's throat. "Don't move freak. I know she can't die, but how about we test that pain theory hmmm?" He slid the knife just a little and Lunette cried as blood trickled down her throat.

'I have to think of something quick' then something popped into my mind. Lunette said when we first met that she was compelled to remain here because of unfinished business. If I kill myself, I too could remain because she is my unfinished business, then I could kill Trent and he would go to hell. I started chuckling hysterically. Trent looked at me disoriented.

"Fine, Trent you want to play that game, well, let me show you how I play." I set the switchblade to my throat. "I love you, Lunette." Then I sliced my throat. Lunette screamed in horror and Nickey ran to my now still body mourning.

Trent laughed maniacally. "What an idiot!" He pulled Lunette's hair back and spoke. "I guess he understood I would win anyway." Trent was proceeding to thrust into Lunette when suddenly I rose to laugh again.

Trent's eyes got wide as he looked over to the ghost me standing next to my body. "WHAT?! HOW?!" I smirked in triumph. I sauntered over to him and stabbed him in the throat. "I have unfinished business." I motioned to Lunette.

I threw him to the floor as he attempted to stop the blood from spilling out his throat. I untied Lunette and held her in a loving embrace. Then I glared back at Trent before he died. "You, on the other hand, do not. Hence will not be coming back." I beamed wickedly as his eyes opened. He ultimately bled out after a few more useless gasps of air.

I gazed back at Lunette and kissed her intensely. Then I lifted her chin to look into her eyes. "Now we can be together... forever. No one will EVER harm you again. I swear." I gave her a loving smile. She beamed. "I love you, Phoenix."

I looked back at Nickey who still appeared to be in confusion. I stepped over to him and reached out my hand. "Thanks, Nickey. I owe you." He stared up and smiled. "You're damn right you do. What the hell am I supposed to tell Madame Sterling?" I looked at Lunette then back at Nickey. "Tell her I finally discovered pure happiness." Then I took Lunette's hand and we walked away.

Monday of the next week:

I walk into my classroom to prepare for the first class. I see some papers on my desk. I walk over and pick them up to examine the contents. I read the cover page out loud. 'Phoenix Blakely' Edgar Allan Poe assignment'. "Hmmm, I guess he finished early. I honestly didn't anticipate that."

I proceeded to read through his assignment. "Looks like he chose 'Annabel Lee' and 'The Mask of the Red Death' as his poem and story. Very excellent choices." I completed the report part of the assignment. "He explained everything so eloquently. I'm impressed." I noticed the poem part of his assignment. And began to read it aloud:

Sweet Surrender

The swaying of trees in the breeze

Thoughts of love that wasn't meant to be

Praying death to claim my soul

Dreaming of its dark embrace caressing my fragile body

Taking me down the pathway to hell

Yet a sweet symphony of pain and pleasure enticing my senses

The intoxicating smell brings sorrowful images to my mind

Playing a mesmerizing ominous tune on my skin

I'm lost in the entrancing sight dripping from my wrist

Red as a rose

Like a river cascading in opposite paths

Reminding me of times since past

The love that no longer remained

I yearn for your touch softly stroking my cheek

The longing fire and passion from your eyes

But, alas dead and gone

The emptiness suffocating my very existence

Driven from my thoughts I glance once again at the masterpiece etched on my wrists

I smile my last loving smile as I feel death's embrace at last

I lie back against the tree and descend in the inviting welcome of surrender

I lay the paper back down on my desk. "That was profound. He warrants more than an 'A', but regrettably, I can't provide anything adequate enough." I inclined back in my chair and sighed. I peered up at the clock. "20 minutes until class. I suppose I'll read the morning paper to occupy my time."

I picked up the paper lying at the top of my desk. My eyes went wide with horror. A picture of Phoenix and Trent on the front page. The title read 'Teenager kills classmate then takes his own life' I proceed to read the article. "It occurred over the weekend." I put the paper down and gazed at the assignment from Phoenix. "Then how did his assignment get on my desk?"