Short Stories

Two

I took her lifeless body into vision that was inside the car.
I let her body fall from my grip as I touched the edges of the car. A blue beauty, a true winner of gold medals, back in the day.

Now, with the window glass melted, and the metal that was once stiff, was now thin and brittle, easy to break, it was burnt to a charcoal black. Looking down at the ashen body beneath my touch, I felt good.

Lighting has stripped the paint of its original colour and painted it orange as the vast amounts of heat washed off the car in waves, only moments ago. Chains still gripped the edges of of the curled metal, in order to keep in, what wanted out.

With the fire out and the screams that have died, I feel a sense of loss. I frown at the sudden new emotion.

I haven't felt that way in a long time.

I need to get rid of this feeling. It's eating a hole, raw in my brain.

I angrily grab my axe so that my knuckles are white, I open the garage, which was now a smokey grey. I stormed out of the garage and into the fresh air of the night.

Neighbours weren't around for kilometres, nor would they suspect a thing.

I grinned at myself.

Twenty murders and the police haven't placed one on my name.

I lift the weight of steal that is in my hands, to my face which was sweating from the amazing heat.

Trickles of beaded sweat make its way down my cheeks in the moon's light as I rose the axe over my head, and swung.

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A dirty garage sparks in the centre of my mind.
Reaching out, I try to touch the rough edges of the un-sanded material, but I could not get closer.
I knelt down in the soft grass, and lifted my hood, as it was to rain.

Prickles of sudden cold liquid touched my skin with a tingle, as thunder rumbled from the sky.
I sit in the long grass and study my fingers intently. A cold pain flares it's way from my thighs to my feet, and just when the pain eases, it suddenly intensifies.

I scream. I scream and scream and scream, and that's all I remember doing.

My mind went blank from the dream that meant nothing to me.

I am awake. I am conscious, but my eyes will not open. I hear noises and sounds that make me scared.
I start whimpering and stamping my feet.

This is what I do when I get frustrated. My mom will come and get me. She always gets me out of trouble.

But I immediately stopped, for my legs spiked a pain I was new to. Sparks of fire lead their way from my heel to the middle of my calf.
I winced in pain. What I was feeling in my dream... That was real?

I began to hyperventilate as my mind's thoughts swam to the nearest solutions and explanations.

I screamed and screamed. Loud enough that I hoped I've broken glass.

I was so scared, yet my anger over took my other emotions. I stomped my feet and screamed and let all my anger out until there was nothing left in this dark world except my tears.

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Touching the end of the blade with the tip of my finger, I grinned. A droplet of blood flowed from my vein and onto the dry surface of my skin.

Perfect.

I strolled into the room with my new captive project, screaming and struggling. I drew the knife that I had recently put in my belt strap, and stroked the sharp end against the metal table nearby, stoping Lucy Hallo's screams immediately.

It made an eerie scrape against the edge that I subtly lifted up into my hands, letting the silence take over.
Her breathing took over the silent atmosphere as she started hyperventilating.

"Whoever you are, you're gonna get your got damn ass kicked and be prepared to be sued to hell for this! You'll regret everything!"

I smirked, this girl knows business.

I took in the surroundings of my little villains' lair. The room is the size of a casual house's garage, with a few extra spaces for storage here, and there. On the walls sat snugly, a few tools at my disposal, layered in a shiny Chrome.
Shadows separated the darkness of each corner of weapons that lay still in the frigid concrete temperatures during the winter, and chaude temps in the summer.

Many tools, so shiny that lay brand new since my last kill in this very room that I estimate, was two months ago.

My eyes stare into the soulless pictures that are pinned on the billboard of my past victims, but my eyes stick to one in particular.

She wore a blue shirt with a white paisley pattern that clouded most of the background. She had a white smile that glowed when she beamed, and precious brown eyes that melted like maple syrup in my sight.
She had the weirdest personality, which I found hilarious.

But she trusted me none.

My heart was in tow to her feminine beauty and her colourful mind, but she was only attracted to nothing. An act. That's all it was.

Her red hair gleamed in the sunlight. Her face composed of anything but the truth. She was playful. She ruled out everything I believed in people. People are evil to the kind. They rid each other of happiness, and never let brightness shine.

So I walked to the picture and stabbed the knife through the chest of this heavenly woman, right where she manipulated everything and ruined everything for herself and I.

I heard the gasp of Lucy as I stabbed the billboard.
She will do.
I smiled deviously at her face. This will be fun.

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Hey guys! Glad to write an other chapter! I've always been a fan of horror films and books, so I'm wondering which ones are your favourites?

I'm trying my best to write this story as best I can as creepy as I can... ☺️
Until next update my Happy Strangers!

-see_thesea :)