Why me?

Part 19

The boy was unlocking the gate hastily and when it finally opened,  he felt the night breeze start to hover around him, howling at each twist and crackling each weak branch.  The dust from the road right in front blew in his face and went into his eyes, so he let out a painful cry.

Everything was dark, so dark that nothing could be seen, not even an inch away. The fog was thick and the moonlight weak. The boy, who decided that he would name himself Arthur, walked out quickly, but soon enough stumbled and fell down.

As he was getting up he dared to look back at the house, from which cries of horror could be heard. It was dark in there, too.

He got up, started walking towards what he thought was the bus stop as he believed that the bus might arrive soon so he could get on and never, ever look back again.

There was a silhouette standing near the only streetlight in the village, the one that was not working right now and Arthur thought that it might be a good idea to approach the man, ask him for the bus and so he did.

As Arthur got closer, he could see that the man was carrying something in his hands that looked dead, something like a swine and he didn't think about it much as it was not unusual for those villagers to kill their animals for food.

When Arthur was close, the man started slowly turning around and he had a peculiar grin on his face, a one that looked very spooky. His eyes looked like two big balls in a tiny skull and his throat had a big scar on it, a one that looked rather fresh to Arthur.

Before he uttered a single word, he noticed that on the man's shoulder lay a dead dog, a big, black dog that had blood dripping down its mouth as it had been turned upside down.

Arthur's heart skipped a beat and he turned around in the last second, just before speaking to the utmost peculiar and definitely not-clear-in-the-head man.

The man seemed to follow his steps with his big eyeballs and Arthur felt his stomach turn in fear. Who was this lunatic?

He suddenly saw a figure, a silhouette that was close by and that was walking in the same direction as him. It looked like a young man, as if he were about twenty years old and Arthur felt encouraged to walk up to him and ask him about the bus, and of course, the man.

"Um... Mister?", he asked shyly and the boy stopped right there, as if he were working on command. He didn't turn around though.

Arthur noticed that the lunatic with the dead dog hanging upside down was very near them, walking just a few steps behind them and he suddenly felt a huge rush of nervousness and fear.

"This man is following us", Arthur whispered and the boy nodded as if that were something typical, normal.

"He does that", the boy uttered. His face was completely covered by his long, feminine hair that curled at the ends.

"What do we do?", Arthur whispered again after turning around to look at the man that was grinning at him.

"Nothing. Nothing. NOTHING!", the boy suddenly yelled and turned his face towards Arthur.

Arthur gasped and stopped at the very spot. The corners of the boy's lips were cut out almost until they reached his ear and his throat was cut up deeply, too. He didn't have eyeballs and in the place where they should be stood two big diamonds.

Arthur screamed and stumbled back before he could even think about running away. The boy grabbed him viciously and said: "I AM HIS! HE DID THIS TO ME! HE DO IT TO YOU TOO! HE DO IT TO YOU! HE DO IT! HE!", and pointed to the man that was right in front of Arthur's face now.

"Hel-loooooo", the man said and his voice sounded as if all his vocal cords had been cut out or rather viciously ripped out since the big scar on his neck seemed to be wide enough to be able to do that.

"No, please!", Arthur cried as the man threw the dog at the top of him. He could feel the horrible stench and the warm blood.

"Your time to die! Your time to die! FUN! FUN!", the boy was yelling and clasping his hands happily.

Arthur threw the dog off him, but the second he did a huge, cold knife was stabbed into his chest. And it completely hit the target.

Arthur felt excruciating pain, but he didn't live long enough to feel anything else.. His heart stopped beating. For good.