An abandoned building with rusted meat hooks hanging about, to and fro. The light wind brushes the hairs past my ear and gives me a tickling sensation. Gentle squeaks of the hooks fill the empty space, a sound that bounces off the wall. It all has a familiar feeling.; The broken glass of framed windows scatter the ground. Dirt on the hooks of which once held dead pigs and cows about to be mutilated and processed for consumption. All a part of a once happy and fulfilling childhood.
I weaved in and out of the low hanging meat hooks, stopping to examine one hook in particular. Doing a once over, and eyeing the dirt that's on a hook, I scraped some off. Peering down as I just started to walk, Closing my eyes for a brief moment in time. Stopping to steady my breathing and beginning again to make my way to the back of the building. The quiet, Erie ambiance, where the only sound I can hear is my steady breathing, a rough sound of gasps in the distance, my footsteps along with the scurrying feet of rats. And other rodents. In my mind music plays, but not the upbeat melody you would hear on the radio, instead, it's more of the sound in a horror movie. Where the anticipation builds, and the feeling that something bad is going to happen is overwhelming. Closing my eyes once more, while pausing, it's like time has stopped. The rush of birds, that has just made its morning chirps apparent, has become completely silent. The Thick, stale air, that smells musty, around me is now easier to inhale. I re-open my eyes to stare at the busted window. The light of dawn is setting in, showing off the dust that has been stirred because of my existence. Although you could still tell that dirt and grime have been gathered for a long time.
Turning a corner to look up at what hangs in front of me. A smile plastered on my masked face, I chuckled to myself and listened to the raspy sound. A dramatic gasp escaped the limp body before me as if he is clinging to life. He struggles to talk but manages to get words out. "W-why? Why m-me? W-what c-could yo-ou possibly have a-against me?", the shallow excuse of a person sputtered out. A smirk has appeared, as I responded, "All in good time, good things come those who wait" Although the darkness left a cloak upon my victims face, I could tell he was trying to understand. Finally, after a long pause, the head lifted with strain and fell once more, limp and lifeless. The breathing low and raspy, barely spewing out with three words, almost as if the vocal cords would bust. "W-who are you?"
I thought long and hard about my response. Suddenly a laugh I didn't know I was capable of was protruding from within me. However, I have heard that laugh before. A laugh I heard in my youth, A hearty laugh, One that you would associate with a joke. To me, this was all a joke. I struggled to contain myself, but successfully I did. Even after I stopped you could still hear the laugh whether it be ringing in your head or the echoes are still going.
Finally, I have decided upon my answer. "You know, that's not important as of now. What's important is why you are here." It took quite a while to get a response, arise, so many moments were silent even with the birds chirping in the right scaring up on the floor. Then, after a while, words flew out of the mouth that was on the person I hated so much. "I guess, but I have been prepared to die for quite awhile so I have no preference of where it would be."
For a small moment, I was speechless, flabbergasted at its finest. I did however already know of this, I just wasn't expecting it to be said aloud. Still, I wanted my victim to think that I still had some humanity left within me. So, I faked gasp, seeming to fall for it a slight smirk made its way onto the blindfolded persons face. At that moment I knew all of my plans would be falling out in front of me. "Well, well, well seems somebody is a little bold, but you won't die just yet. Oh no no! first, I will make you live as if you were an animal. a sewer rat, then maybe just maybe after all of the begging, I will end it. But I'm going to wait, I'm going to wait for the very last drop of your life, then I'm going to drain you from existence. Poof as if you weren't there, to begin with, and I long for that day."
The look on my enemies face was priceless, just for this moment I had a camera on standby. Snapping a picture with flash made a small flinch from both of us. Waiting for my eyes to readjust to the darkness, I blink. Now, this moment has been captured forever. A simple tick on the timeline on the person about to have to have the life-force stripped away.
