Till Death Do Us Part

Oblivion

I turn off the main street into the long alley way, after a few steps I've passed the popular night club 'Delirium'. A bright neon sign sits above the doorway, pounding music spills from the hangout and a line full of excited revellers wait to enter through the guarded door.

I pass the long line and make my way into the darkness beyond. I hear a groan and make my way towards the noise. Ahead of me, some distance from the crowded club, I spot a man leaning up against the dirty alley wall.

"Are you okay?" The man answers my question by letting out another groan. I approach him slowly and give his shoulder a tap.

"Do you need any help?"

This time he gives me a proper reply, well sort of, "Grunk I am," he says slurring as I get a strong whiff of the alcohol in his breath.

I take a deep breath then put his arm around my shoulders. We walk down the alley together, well me walking and him stumbling over his feet.

"Come on, where do you live? I'll help you get a cab."

"My cars the other way," he slurs lifting his arm pointing at a wall.

"You're not driving,"

"Hey! Yes I a- wait what's your name?"

"Chase, you?"

"James. Nice to meet you Chicken Nugget,"

"I said my name was Cha-"

"Chicken Nugget," I grind my teeth together and take a deep breath. I make a sharp right turning down another alley, by now I'm practically carrying the drunk guy.

I'm hauling him through the darkness when he falls into a pile of garbage bags. He curls up in them and attempts to make himself comfortable then closes his eyes.

"My bed feels more lumpy than usual," he pauses for a second then mumbles "and it smells funny."

"That's because you're lying in a pile of garbage,"

"No it's my bed," he then opens his eyes then looks down at his 'bed'.

"You lied to me Chicken Nugget! This isn't my bed," I resist the urge to smack him across the head.

Hauling him to his feet I continue on our journey. At this point I'm extremely glad to be wearing my leather gloves because now James not only smells of alcohol, but also trash.

"Where are we going Chicken Nugget? I want to have fun," he states starting to poke me.

"We're almost there,"

"Is there something fun at the end?" a smile starts to form on his face and the poking stops to my relief.

"Yes," he throws his arms in the air shouting incoherent words then falls flat on his face. This time he stumbles to his feet by himself and staggers beside me bumping and tripping over anything and everything is his path.

When we reach the end we both stop, "Where's the fun?"

"It's almost here," I reach into the inner side of my thick coat and pull out my phone turning its light on. I shine it in our surrounding area looking at the ground, walls, then the tops of the surrounding buildings. Perfect.

I reach into my coat again pulling out another item, "It's here."

The drunken guy turns around, "wher-" his eyes go to my hand and he spots my favourite knife.

He seems to instantly sober up and his eyes go wide, "that's not fun," his voice shakes and his eyes scan the alleyway in search of an escape but I guard his only exit.

"Let's have some fun James," a grin falls on my face and I slowly approach the scared man before me. I grip my Bowie knife tightly in my hand, James continues to step away from me until his back hits the brick wall of the alley.

I take quick steps towards him, place my hand over his mouth and put the knife to his throat. I drag the tip of the blade lightly across his skin. I move the knife up his throat till it sits just below his angular jawline, then I dig in. I put pressure on the blade and drag it down to just above his jugular. James scrunches his face up beneath my hand in pain. It's not deep enough to kill him but some blood seeps out. I lean closer to the wound and lap the blood up on my tongue. The metallic taste fills my mouth; I savour it, then swallow.

My victim's bright blue eyes are wide and his legs tremble. We make eye contact and I give him my biggest grin with his blood still on my lips.

I shove him to the ground and stand over his shaking form, a puddle begins to spread beneath him.

I then look to his face, "Scared are we, James? You could have just told me you needed a bathroom."

I take a step away from the puddle of piss and give James a kick away from his mess. "You should be glad you didn't get that on my shoes or you'd be in a whole lot more of trouble," with that said I thrust my arm down and stab him in the thigh, I pull the blade from his leg, blood then gushes from the laceration and a scream tears through his throat. I bring the knife to my lips and look James in the eye as I lick his crimson blood from the sharp blade.

"Having fun yet?" he doesn't reply to my words, I grip his face in one of my gloved hands then bring my blade closer to his face with the other.

"Not keen on talking are we? How about I cut your tongue from your mouth so you can never speak again. I bet you regret call me Chicken Nugget now, huh?"

I take a hold of his tongue and cut it from his mouth; he makes gurgling noises as his mouth fills with blood. He falls onto his side and spits blood onto the rough concrete. He then just lies there, panting on the ground, trying to get as much air into his lungs as he can as bloods pools out of his mouth.

"Come on, the fun's not over yet!" I roll him onto his back and slice his shirt down the middle.

I bring my knife to the top of his slightly toned chest and begin to carve letters in. After ten minutes of struggles and screams my master piece is finished. I rise to my feet admiring my work. Blood covers his torso and under that you can see written 'Chicken Nugget was here'.

James now comes in and out of consciousness. Well that's no fun. I lean over his body and stare at his face waiting for him to become conscious again.

After only a few minutes he returns to me. He jumps a little and tries to scoot back but I hold his arm in a tight grip. I look at his torso in search of a clear spot. Once finding one I hold my knife over it, look James in the eyes and begin a count down.

"10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1" I plunge the knife into his abdomen and twist the blade. He screams and screams, going through a lot of pain I imagine. I'm glad I'm not him!

I pull the blade out and watch the blood leave his body. "Seeing you bleed like that gives me tingles all over!"