February 23rd. 2:30pm
Sneedville Tennessee.
Charles we don't have to do this. Andrew said, we don't have to go out looking for people to kill! He was sitting in the living room of the cabin. Yes, yes we do The fire needs them! Charles said looking at Andrew. Just a few more times and you'll be ready, Ready Andrew stammered.... Ready for what? To be OK with killing! To be ready to give yourself over to the Blood lust and the kill. Charles was explaining with Excitement. But the demon has to take you over first! Not all the way over, just a little part of you.
Andrew thought back to the night. Charles had killed Micha and Patrick. Well technically he had killed Micha, Charles had forced him too. The words Charles had recited the way that fire in the furnace had taken on the shape of a face. Almost the face of The Rag Man mask, Charles had worn back in Annabelle. It was a demon and now Andrew was expected to become, part of the demon. Could he really let Charles do this he thought to himself. Could he let himself do this? Be responsible for more death, more families in mourning and or wondering what happened to their loved ones. He was partially responsible for the deaths of. At least seven people. He might not have physically killed them! But he had brought Aiden/ Charles into their lives, Which caused their deaths. Charles put his hand on Andrews shoulder. Anyway after you make another sacrifice, The Darkness will reside in you. like it does in me and you'll never have to make another sacrifice. Unless you want to! Charles explained with such ease and sternness. It was almost like someone who was explaining football to another person who might not understand the concept of the game. Andrew found himself more repulsed by Charles, than he originally was. So after this one last thing, you and I can go somewhere else. Anywhere else you want to go Andrew! I just.... I can't...... I can't kill anyone! Andrew stammered. I can't give over my soul to some fucking Demon. Why do we have to do this? When you came to my apartment in Annabelle. And you took me, after you killed Deira. You said you wouldn't kill anyone else! But my God Charles you've killed so many more people now. Charles grunted and straightened himself up on the couch. I lied yes i did, but I'm doing this for you Andrew. So you won't be weak anymore, and man were you weak when i met you. So so fucking weak! But now that you've got me, you're not weak. Well you're beginning to not be weak! And this one last sacrifice, this one last thing. Can make sure you'll never ever be weak again, everything I did since I first saw you and met you. Was to make you a stronger person! How Andrew said in a low but stern voice! How am i strong. Because of anything you've done to me, how did that make me stronger? Half of the people I knew, and spent my time with. Are either seriously maimed or dead. Mostly dead because of you. Because of your actions. I said I'd gladly go with you. I thought we'd go somewhere and you'd stop killing people. I thought maybe i could have helped you...... Before Andrew could finish Charles got up from the couch and walked into their bedroom. For a moment Andrew wondered if maybe Charles was going to get a weapon of some sort. Something to kill Andrew with! "I really wouldn't give a damn if he does try to kill me." Andrew thought! "At least I'll finally be out of this nightmare. I'm not afraid to die anymore!"
It occurred to him all of a sudden. He wasn't afraid to die! No not anymore. One of his biggest fears since childhood, since his grandma had died was death. When you died no one knew what awaited you. You could just blink out into oblivion, you could go to some Gospel throw down of an after life. Or the other place, the place of Eternal torment. That's what Andrew had been taught for years, when he went to church. The same place, where the Demon that charles wanted to infect Andrew with. Was no Doubt from, but for Andrew anything had to be better than this. Being held prisoner by a man who beat and raped you. Whenever he threw a tantrum, watching people you love be brutally murdered, wondering when your time was coming. It had to be..... Fuck no Andrew thought again fuck no it isn't better! I want to live! I want to have a life again. I'm going to have a life again, I don't know how he thought. How does one start over after all of this shit! How do you live with all of this? Then he shook off that thought. That's not important right now! I just want to live, and this might be my chance. My one last chance I can find a way to escape from this living nightmare! Just then Charles came back into the room. He threw a towel and some clothes at Andrew. Go shower and get dressed, we're going to a bar in the next town over. we are Andrew stammered! Yes said Charles. We are but while we're there you are not to try anything! Got it. Understand Charles said looking at Andrew. Yes Andrew said I understand, and he did it was his last chance. This was his one way to escape this living nightmare once and for all.
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Switch Blade Romance
Horrorin August Andrew met the boy of his dreams. By September his friends started dying. By the end of the month Andrew was fighting for his life, by January he would know the meaning of true terror.
