Another Demon

Kill Them All

 I moved my head to the side and sent my foot straight forward, connecting it to the man's crotch. He shot as I moved and the bullet ricocheted for a couple seconds, nearly hitting both of us. The man was bending over, both hands covering his busted nuts. I took a step forward and kneed him in the nose, breaking it to the side. Now, with enough room I rolled and brought my handcuffed hands in front of me. The fake cop raised his gun but I grabbed it, spun around and broke his elbow over my shoulder. I kicked backwards and broke his knee before spinning around and elbowing him, breaking his jaw. I spun around again, bringing the gun with me as I held his arm behind his back, I cranked it and broke his shoulder. With his finger still in the trigger hole, I turned the gun, breaking his finger and grip on it. With all his broken bones he fell to his knees in front of me. I turned the gun and placed on the back of his skull. "Shame, I thought our fight would cause more blood. Well, the sound of your bones cracking got me off enough." I pulled the trigger, sending his brains flying out of his skull.

"What the fuck is going on back there!" The driver yelled out, swerving as he turned to look through the grated window.

"Had to put an end to this asshole swat guy back here, turned out to be a Ruthless Rider." I paused and grabbed the keys off the dead body then uncuffed myself. "You should stop and pull over, so we can can call the police. Right?"

"Yea, yea we should."

Secretly, I knew that this guy was a ruthless rider, I felt the car stop slowly to a complete halt. I heard the man's footsteps as he got closer to the back door. I readied the pistol, pointing it at the doors. The moment I heard the door open, I unleashed the clip putting eleven bullets into his body. Ripping apart his head and chest. I stood still for a second, staring at the bodies and taking a big whiff. Ah, the smell and sight of death truly makes me feel alive, gets the heart beat going. I jumped out of the van and landed with a thud. Again, I took in the beautiful, artistic sight of my work before getting aware of my surroundings.

We were under a bridge with a river to the left, they were probably bring me here to execute me. Throw me in the river. But I flipped in on them, yes I did. Laughing I grabbed rope that they loaded in the front of the van.

"You fuckers that you could kill me! Me? Hahaha! You idiots! Oh how I enjoyed killing you, breaking your bones and making your blood splatter all over the place." I slumped the bodies against the van and put my face inches in front of one theirs. A bullet hole in his forehead where the bullet ripped apart his flesh on its exit. "Well. it's been fun. Truly an amazing experience, but i'm afraid you must be off." I placed a finger on his lips, "shh shh shh, I know you don't want to go and believe me, I don't want you to go either, but you overstayed your welcome." I lifted the body and threw it by the river before tieing a cinderblock that I grabbed from the big pile off the side around his ankle. Then I pushed his body into the river, watching him sink to the bottom. "Bye pal!"

I went over to the last body, blood oozing out of the bullet holes, which tore open his chest. I squinted my eyes, observing this man. "You, I don't like you. You don't smell good like the other when they die. You don't look as well, appetizing either." I picked up the man and carried him to the river, I tied two cinderblocks to his ankles, "well, off you go." I pushed his body, not even bothering to watch his body sink.

I threw a couple cinder blocks into the van, making sure it was heavy enough to stay at the bottom of the river. I went to the front and put the gear in neutral, closing the back doors I started pushing the van. Which was extremely difficult, but once it started to move, it easily slid off the side into the river. Oh! I wonder if it crushed the bodies, I would have like to see that. Damn. Maybe another time.

Since I knew where I was I started to walk home. About halfway through the walk I walked by the gas station where I saw some older man smoking. "Mind if I have one?"

"How old are you kid?"

"17."

"Here, I was younger when I started." The man handed me a cigarette and lighter.

I put the the cig in my mouth and lit it up, coughing on my first inhale the man laughed and told me that it'll start going down smoother. I tried to hand him back his lighter but he insisted I kept it and gave me another cig for the road. "This place doesn't card by the way." I thanked him and started the walk home again, taking the alley's to avoid anyone seeing me. Right before I got to my house I stopped in the neighboring alley, the cigarette almost gone, man smoking really lightened my mood up. Instead of flicking the cig I put it out on my tongue, smiling as my tongue burned, I then flicked the cig and put a stick of gum in my mouth. I walked through the front door and noticed the house looked brand new, well, the same stuff was in there, but there's no blood and no bullet holes. Although it was odd, I shrugged it off, The Riders probably came in and made it look like nothing ever happened. I realized they'll never stop attacking me, I have to kill every single one. Which made me extremely happy, and a little excitied.

Yes, kill them. Kill them all.

I turned around, looking for the voice that just spoke.

Kill every single one, drain and drink their blood. Paint walls with it, take all of their pathetic lives.

I turned again. Seeing nobody I made the observation that the voice was inside my head, as if the thoughts were my own, but it wasn't my voice. "Kill them all." I told myself, a twisted smile forming on my face.