Short Stories

Destroyed

My knife bites into his shoulder, exposing flesh and blood. He yells out in pain and stumbles backwards. A sinister smile spreads on my face as he glares at me. Rain is falling in a torrent. He's on the edge of the building we stand on.

"You don't get it do you?" I ask. "I will always win, Charles."

"Not this time, Amaya," he bites out. "Fight her, Stephanie, take your body back!" he shouts at me. I laugh evilly.

"Stephanie's gone, Charles. It's only me here!" I smirk.

"You demon! Begone!" he screams, holding up his necklace-a fake cross on a chain. I smirk.

"I'm so scared, I'm shaking in my boots," I tease. I grab him by his collar and hold him over the edge. "First, I'll kill you, then I'll kill Stephanie. Then you and your girlfriend can live together forever! With me! IN HELL!" I cackle in his face.

"Fuck you!" he shouts before spitting in my face. I roll my eyes before letting him go over the edge. I know the fall won't kill him but I watch as he spirals downward towards the ground. He lands with a hard THUD! His leg is twisted underneath him and it's probably broken. I tip my body over the edge of the two story building as well, landing beside him. We are face to face and I smile demonicly at him, showing him my sharp teeth. I get on top of him and kiss him roughly. I rip off his shirt and run my talons across his chest, blood oozing from the fresh wounds. I grind my hips against his hard and claw up his chest, the wounds getting deeper. Soon he bleeds out and I grin. We aren't far from a street.

I snap the girl's ankle and shatter every body in her right hand. I drag myself to the street and lay in the middle, setting my head right where the tires seem to drive. I wait and I wait until finally I'm hit. The bones in the girl's head are crushed by the weight and force of the truck and blood is everywhere. I escape the body and see the man stopping several feet ahead. I snicker. He should've kept going. I take over his body, focusing on moving him like a pupet and getting into his head. I make him get back into the car and I slam my foot on the gas, not even bothering to close the door. I smooth turn is up ahead by a cliff and I drive us off of it. We're soaring through the air when I decide to move to the passenger's seat. His eyes open wide and he screams like a girl at the top of his lungs. We near the rocks below and he's frantic. He doesn't know what to do because he knows he's going to die in a second. The car hits the rocks hard and I can hear metal crunch, glass shattering, and bones breaking. His neck snaps in the wreckage and he dies instantly. I smile to myself, happy with the damage I've done. I'm not done though. I find some gasoline at a gas station and a spill it everywhere.

The fumes fill my nostrils, making me grin. I don't leave the gasoline in that area, I spread it until it surrounds the small town. I take out a box of matches out of my pocket and I strike one against the box. The flame dances on the match head and I drop it. Everything catches ablaze and I begin to clap and jump for joy.

"Yatta! Yatta! I did it! I did it!" I grin to myself. "Oh Daddy will be so proud!" I go home to tell Satan what I've done tonight.