The E.A. Barket Short Stories

Untitled Short Story.

A/n: I suck at coming up with names, so for right now it's called untitled, and it's unedited, sorry. Hope you enjoy.

I slowly opened my eyes, and lifted my head.
"Ah, Lizzie, you're awake."
I laid my head against the hard wood behind me. A slow moan slipped from my mouth.
"Yeah, I totally forgot about how drowsy the drug makes you," A warm voice whispered against my ear, "...I really should've known...after all I am the one who sells you those nasty sinful things."
I opened my eyes wide, to meet dull brown ones.
"W-who are you? W-what do you t -think you're doing?" I croaked. Fear shooting through me and my body froze.
"I'm going to clean you of your sins..." He trailed off, staring at my parted lips, and I quickly closed them.
"What sins? Are you fucking crazy? Who even are you?" I cried out as he slowly trailed his hand across my cheek and pinched my ear lobe.
"Crazy...isn't a word I'd use to describe myself..." He yanked on my earlobe bring my face closer to his. "And I don't like your cuss words, there only the devils words."
He let go of my ear and pushed my head back
"As for my name, I'm disappointed that you don't remember me."
I wanted nothing to do with this fucking psychopath. I pulled my hands trying to get free from the ropes that bound me to large wooden throne. If I yank on them enough, I might be able to wearout the rope and break free.
"I wouldn't do that little bird," He said, not facing me. I saw him pour one thing into another glass and it fizzed. What is he going to do with that?
"let me go!" I pulled more on the ropes. "Why me?!"
"Because, you're special, little bird." He got close to my ear, his breath tickling it. "My little bird."
"Just kill me already or something...just let me go!"
"I'm not going to kill you, I'll condemn you, so that we can go up there and sit on the right hand of the father. Together. Forever."
"I don't want anything to do with you, you son of bitch!" I threw my head back and slammed him in the head, sending him backwards.
His back landed into the table, pushing it back. "You shouldn't have done that." His eyes had a evil glint.
I let out a cry as he lunged towards me, and grabbed a hold of me neck.
"You have so many sins, Lizzie, so many horrible things you've done...like murdering Michael..."
His hold on my neck increased and I let out a choking sound.

12 hours earlier
Her eyes started to water, and she let out a whimper, like a wounded little bird. I set down my bat beside her, and focused on the douche in front of me. He's the one who kept her locked up....kept her from me. But my little Lizzie has sinned, and I can't keep her like that. And I don't want to kill her like the others, I know Lizzie is the one...my one little bird. I pulled the revolver out of wait band with the white cloth around it. I pulled the trigger on him and blood splatter everywhere. I slowly turned to Lizzie who was falling in and out of consciousness slowly. I kneeled beside her and put the gun down. I grabbed the white cloth and the wooden bat, and slowly stroked her cheek.
"I'll be back for you in awhile, little bird." I stood up and grabbed my phone, dialing 911. "I promise."
"Hello, 911 speaking is there an emergency you'd like to report." A young female said from the other side of the phone, sounding very bored with her job.
"Yes officer, someone's been shot on the corner of 5th and cherry lane."