The Curse of A Lifetime

Chapter 40

SORAN

"You're nothing, a defect of life," it screams at me. "You had one job, you killed her. You needed to kill them all!" Its voice echos in my mind.

Pushing open the motel door, the smell of rotting eggs enters with me. Right behind me, it stands looking over the filth I have become. Engrossed with the satisfaction I give it, it leads away down the hall. I need to focus on the next step, killing it.

"You will not run from me, you can't!" It reminds me, "you still have work to do."

Throwing the bloody clothes on the bed, I fall back onto the queen-sized bed. The ceiling tells me to stop spinning my mind and follow the rules of the devil.

"Fuck," I rub my eyes to get rid of the hallucinations it is making me see.

Still there, laughing at me. I flick it off, "fuck off."

Okay, what's next?

I sit up on the bed and look out the crooked window. Grey skies mixed with the wilted leaves on the motel window sill are becoming my least favorite thing. I keep rewatching the same things happen over and over and over again until I can't take anymore. After a while, the entity realizes this and stops. It wants me to feel the pain and torment of its actions.

It blocks me from dismantling myself. My blood begins to boil and then it goes dark. Kind of like when I killed her. A stupid game. The stupid game cost me everything I have ever known and loved. Goodbye to my family, friends, and even my chance at ever getting into heaven. A fulfilled life.

When it is done with me, it will leave me high and dry in a ditch. Going to prey on its next victim, I am assuming it will be Carter. The kid doesn't have a chance at survival. He has too many issues begging to be immersed into something more. His anger is vile, but Sarah has it handled for now. At least I hope she does, Sarah was always the level-headed one.

Her answers to prayer always inspired me to do better and to be the better man I know I could be. Now, I am nothing except a small scared little boy who needs to face its terrible consequences. I need to be careful of what I am thinking and saying. It is always listening to me... To my thoughts.

When I was back home after Becky, I was hysterical. I was at my breaking point.

The aftermath was the most painful experience I have ever gone through. At first, it was a shock that it even happened then it turned into a panic about what I really just did, and then the shame came. It had killed her in the shed by the lake. The man the entity was also attached to was there with me. It was his shed, he mainly used it for hunting purposes.

My a-compliance was middle aged, getting up there in the sense of loss of mobility. I was the muscle that would bring the package to and from the different places. Becky was the only one that I ever was present for. Others were done with other people, Mr. Johnson was one of them. Now, he is off down at the other branch... New York, or anywhere that the entity needs him to be while his other minions work below it here. The man was a trucker, he looked familiar, but I couldn't pinpoint where I have seen him before. I felt a weird connection like I knew him, I have seen him, and I have made that self realization with him... It never revealed what I thought, but I think he was watching us for a while.

All I knew is that Becky was going to die and I couldn't stop it. I fought it off for as long a I could. My intention was to never hurt her, I actually had feelings for her. If getting close to Becky was the only solution the entity needed to carry out the mission, I would have never done it. Other than Sarah, of course. I guess the entity saw it as an opportunity and took it.