Gabriel (Book 1)

Superstition

September 13th, 2010

Apparently, today is Friday the 13th. And also, it is supposedly an unlucky day. My last victim’s memory tells me that nobody believes in such things anymore…Well then, it is up to me to make them believe!

Today will be the most soul crushing, spirit wrecking day in the lives of the people of Fairview, Pennsylvania. I am going to murder and maul and mutilate. I am going to make them beg for their lives. I am going to make them wish they never left the house. There shall be no mercy! I am now in Fairview; it is small and therefore will cause much grief and terror for the people…My dinner. I hear music off into the woods. And I smell my prey. They are all sitting in a circle around a fire. They are all laughing and talking about their lives. I wonder why they talk of such things and I wonder if I would prefer a young woman or a young man for my first kill? The choice has been made: a young man. He has gotten up and started- oh! He is also bringing a young woman for me! Hmm I shall let him live for a few seconds longer, the girl will die first. I shrink into the shadows and run along the tree tops until I am just above the couple who has started kissing. The boy is leaning against the tree and holding the girl. I reach my arm down and in half a second the girl is in my hands. MY teeth are upon her throat; her blood is upon my lips. I leave the body in the trees and jump down to stand in front of the boy. All this happened in a second and he hasn’t notice the girl has gone missing. I lean in to kiss him. (Don’t get me wrong! I am in no way shape or form attracted to my own gender! I love a good lady as much as the next man…I just enjoy theatrics and scaring the wits out of people.) We are kissing for about a moment until he realizes that lips aren’t the only thing he is touching. He pulls back and opens his eyes. He screams and his eyes go wide. Forget about the fact that he was just kissing a man, it’s more important that the man has blood on him! All the sudden something falls upon his head, he stops screaming. Thinking it is rain he looks up and more of the mysterious liquid falls into his face. He wipes it off with his hands and looks at it. He starts screaming again because blood is upon him. He looks up, and this time he is staring into the face of the girl, a trickle of blood escaping from her lip. The boy sinks to the ground and starts crying.

“’ Что заставило Вас думать, что Вы были безопасны в лесу? ‘” (What made you think you were safe in the woods?)

“” What?’” the boy says through many tears.

“’ I said, ‘What makes you think you were safe in the woods?’” I say in English laced with my heavy Russian accent, “’After all, don’t you know that bad things happen in the woods?’”

“It-It’s Friday the 13th,’” Stammers the boy.

“’All the more reason for you to have stayed hidden under your bed at home.’”

“’Nobody believes in that anymore! It’s j-just superstition!’” He wails. He is nervous and I am glad.

“’Yeah, well look what happens when nobody believes in superstition.’” I disappear from his sight but he still hears me, “’ The werewolves, witches and monsters come out to play,’” He is screaming for me to stop.

“’The wolves feast upon living flesh. The witches brew with angry souls. The Dead crawl out of graves and seek revenge upon the living.’”

“’Is that WH-what you are? The Dead?’”

“I am the Living Dead.’” I muse.

“’I saw that movie and things don’t go so well.’”

“That was just a movie though, this is real life. The difference is that at the end of a movie the lights go on and the credits roll across the screen. There is no happy ending for you. The lights will never go on again and the only place where people will see your name is on a tomb stone.’”