The Collector

Chapter 2

"Josh, help me. Josh." ,said a weak struggling voice that came from Emily.

"Emily?" ,Josh's eyes widened and he quickly began cutting her free, he checked Emily. "Mom, call the ..." ,Josh looked back to see his mother being held with blade to her throat by the figure in a black Carhartt jacket. In the darkness of the hood the mans eyes glowed an erie yellow gold color. An ominous darknenergy seemed to roll off the man and filled the room.

"You let her go you son of a bitch!" ,demanded Josh as he stood up and stepped away from Emily, he steadily entered the kitchen.

"Josh, help me." ,said the black jacketed figure in the soft sweet feminine voice, "That's what she last said before I took her tongue." ,the figure now spoke with a rasped voice.

Josh held back his tears as he glanced back at Emily's hanging body ,"You're going to fucking pay for this." ,he said with rage filling him as he looked back at the figure.

"Look I haven't moved, teach me. Make me pay, Joshua." ,the man dared.

"Let her, go then I'll show you." ,Josh demanded as his grip righted the handle of his knife.

"Let her, let her go. Let, her, go." ,with that the blade in the Carhartt jacketed man slide the white blade across her throat, ear to ear.

Josh screamed, "No!", he ran to her side. The man stepped back a few inches to give them space. As he went to her side Josh dropped the knife and picked up her head and cried. Mother and son locked eyes speaking without words. The man in black stepped around so he was easier for her to see him.

"She loves you very much, momma. Don't worry, you and Joshua will be back together soon, trust me." ,said the man in the jacket as his erie eyes looked into hers.

Tears poured from her eyes as she began to fade away chocking on the blood in her throat. Josh sat on his knees as he held his mothers head in his lap.

"I, love you momma." , Josh said holding back a scream of pain, the light faded from her eyes. The camo makeup was smeared and missing in places over his face. Josh madly screamed in pain for his mothers death. He held her close as he could for a short time.

"Josh. Now, we can do this the easy easy way or the hard way. Easy easy way, you take that gun to your room and shoot yourself. Or I'll have to have my fun, Emily chose that way." ,the man said as he removed the jacket to reveal a medium built man in his late teens in a black t-shirt. He had long jet black hair, white roots and streaks were mingled amongst, he also wore a crimson goatee bound by what looked like teeth. His eyes were pitch black, skin white like porcelain and tears like black tar ran to below his chin around the goatee.

The air was heavy, it felt as if the room was pressing in on Josh. It squeezed and righted around him, his heart raced, his breathing quicken.

Josh shakily stood up and walked past the man to the rifle and took it up. He quickly pointed the barrel at the man.

"Go to hell!" ,with that he pulled the trigger.