The Devil's Collection.

Chapter 3

"You," Kick. "Piece," Kick. "Of," Kick. "Worthless," Kick. "Shit," Kick.

The frail and still body of Mrs Jackson lay sprawled on the Kitchen floor. A dark pool was forming by her head as a large cut had been opened by the counters' sharp corner. Colin spat on her unconscious frame and wiped the small splatter of blood off his face. He turned round and sneered at his snivelling children hiding in the corner of the room, as far away as they could possible be.

"This is what happens when you don't do as you're told, you mother has to pay and if it happens again, it will be you next time. Do I make myself clear?" The children only sniffed as tears streaked down their horror stricken faces. "I said, DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?" he boomed, causing the children to jump and nod their heads violently, clinging onto each other for dear life. And in this case, their lives were on the line.

Colin scoffed at their response, "This mess better be cleared up by the time I get back down stairs. And get this trash off her ass." He gave one last kick to her stomach, then stomped out the room. Well that is what she got for not making the breakfast he requested. The insolence!

He slammed the door hard, causing it to ricochet on its hinges and stomped his way up the wooden stairs. After his morning routine of shaving, showering, cleaning the blood of his hands and dressing he sprayed his cologne to hide the rustic smell of blood that lingered on his skin. . He stomped down stairs to see his two kids carrying the white skinned body of his wife. Her eyes fluttered up to his looming and in them, along with the tear swimming eyes of the children, held the terror that had moved into them years before. Colin chuckled at the site and left the cold house.

So yet again, Colin started a new day.

***

"Hey, Colin we've got a deal that needs to be signed up," one of Colin's colleagues swung round his office door.

"Alright, give me the paper work and I'll fax it over to the other company after I sign it," Colin continues with his boring paper work.

"No, you can't do that. The company has requested that it be signed in person. So here's the address. You have to be there, latest, by five. Sorry, but the boss asked for you to do it." So with an apologetic smile, that colleague placed the file on his desk and left Colin to glance at his clock that read three-forty-five. And after looking through the file, he learnt that the journey would take at least an hour, tops. Guess he wouldn't be having fun tonight.

With a sigh, Colin collected the file, his keys and briefcase then left the towering building. The rain was sprinkling down onto the pavements and the grey suited public as they weaved in between each other, not taking in the grand architecture that loomed all around them. Colin slid into his car, typed in the address into the GPS, started the engine and sped of through the traffic, starting the journey.

***

Whilst driving through the English country side, the weather took a turn for the worst. The rain was pelting down like bullets and the wind was causing Colin's sixty miles per hour speed to only reach twenty. The window wipers couldn't clear the water fast enough so Colin had to squint to see through the chaos. The sky was turning dark as the clock ticked closer to five. Colin glanced at the GSP but he had long ago given up on its help because the screen kept cutting out due to the harsh winds smashing against his sides. Colin violently drove down the now flooding road. He was trying to stay in control of the vehicle, but was losing the battle. He skidded round a corner, not anticipating anything, only to be blinded by a bright pair of headlights.

Colin sharply turned the steering wheel only to finally lose the battle and skid down the road sideways. The tyres squeaked loudly causing Colin to cringe. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel tightly. The outside world flew by as the car violently swerved across the road until it finally skidded to a stop. The engine died and smoke started to float out from the hood. The rain had cleared up, falling at a light drizzle, and the wind was now just rustling the trees. Colin's breath came rapidly as he gathered his bearings and took in his surroundings. Tree was all that surrounded him.

"Must just be a freak storm," Colin muttered. He tried to start up the engine, but hope to get the expensive machine running failed miserably. He smashed his hands of the steering wheel, "You Fucking Piece Of Shit!!!" Frustrated, he stomped out of the car and grabbed his mobile.

No service, of course.

Colin chucked his phone back in his car and tried to think about what to do next. He knew that deal would now be off the table, so there was no point worrying about that. Water trickled into his eyes and he had to blink away the slight sting. All that was left was to walk and find help.

"Perfect. Just fucking perfect," He stomped away from the pathetic car and shoved his hands in his pockets. The rain was slowly turning his silk suit into a darker shade of grey and his leather shoes squeaked with each stride.

This was not his normal day.

***

After half an hour of walking, Colin was exhausted. Around each corner he was hoping for a house or car. However he was met with nothing. Just trees and fields. And he was sick of it. He just wanted to be back home. In the comfort of his couch and terror filled house. His feet ached and sweat was running down his brow along with the rain droplets.

He squinted through his bloodshot eyes. Was that a dirt road up a head? He approached the turn off cautiously, not sure whether to believe his eyes or not. Yes, it was. It was a private drive way. Colin breathed a sigh of relief. He was saved. So he climbed up the steep and winding road, when finally, he came to a stop in front of a towering, Victorian style mansion. He whistled at the site. The building looked extremely old. Colin couldn't even believe that this place could withstand a whisper of a breeze, never mind the chaos that he drove through.

Suddenly Colin heard a thunderous noise. And it was getting louder and louder by the second. He whipped his head around and was met by a sheer wall of water crawling its way up the dirt road. His eyes grew wide and he stumbled backwards. The wall came closer by the second, and with each second grew the winds that wrapped around Colin and caused him to catch his breath. He ran towards the house that loomed above him. The wall and wind increases their force and Colin was smashed backwards. He fell on his hands and knees just as the bullets crashed down on him chilling him to the bone. Leaves swirled around him as he crawled up the front steps. He fought against nature as he tried to grab hold of the big brass handle. He stood up, using much more force usually needed, and slammed his body against the doors. They shook violently. He slammed against them again. He slammed one last time and crashed into house as the doors flew open. He grabbed each door and tried to close them but the wind was screaming at him and the rain was crawling on the wooden boards as it tried to drag him back out the chaos. Colin eventually forced the doors closed, after slamming them together. They continued to violently shake due to the force of the weather. He gained his breath back, after many tries. His chest rose up and down quickly. After regaining his breath, Colin turned around.

Only to lose it once more by a breath-taking and gruesome site.

- A/N -

Well this is the begining of the good part. So Yeah it should pick up now. sorry if you don't like it yet but it will get more gruesome , so...yeah.

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