“Hey .... Hey excuse me, can I ...,”
His tongue vanished as he stood surrounded by the stinking filth of his prey, the knife already out of his jacket and held at his side.
The tramp turned toward him, shadows playing for a second before Casper saw the horror of its face, covered as it was in a matted mess of thick black hair and putrid, shit covered skin.
It stared and swaggered, the yellow and red ringed pinpricks that were its eyes directed toward the knife that stayed limp in Casper’s hand even when the being half-fell, half-lunged at the arm and bent down to bite the flesh…
SNAP
Kasper erupted out of placidity with a sudden sense of desperation alien to his previous superiority and forced himself to attack, tearing and shoving till he was able to free one of his hands and grasp the slimy hair that felt like the kind you pull out of a blocked sink, grab it and pull it so hard that he could hear the scalp rip and the noise drove him to pull harder, to yank until the man’s arms reached up for his own and Kasper was able to lunge with the knife first into the rips and then into the stomach:
STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB
…fucking piece of shit fucking mother fucker like that you fucking cunt fucker take fucking that you fucking cunt…
Blood warmed his hands and slid on the handle as the victim fell to the ground and, he the victor, bent and stabbed him all over like one does a box with a pair of scissors stabbing the flesh and hitting the bone again and again and again all while he panted and felt weak from the effort but none of it held any meaning it was just blood and flesh something unnoticed something he could do without but all the while he thought he thought about his wants about all that would happen now it had finally begun and about the joys that awaited him now he allowed himself to be free (before the clouds started to descend).
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Wants, Tightrope, Spilt Milk
General FictionCasper Carter has wants. He wants to be famous. He wants to be remembered. He wants to teach us all to be animals again by killing, by torturing and by writing his name forever in blood. How? Well, as a teacher he stands before the perfect set of vi...
