This Is (Unfortunately)ME

8/2/2019

Wrote this a long time ago can't remember it at all

It was dark tonight. The sun had been down for a long time, but the streets weren't empty.

The happy newlyweds held hands as they walked down the city streets. One was noticeably tipsier than the other. They laughed and smiled. Joked and were merry.

It was only getting darker and more eerie now. That didn't stop them though. They continued their late night walk. Laughing and smiling. They joked and were merry.

I guess that's why they didn't notice him watching behind a rose bush.

He had been watching them all night with beady eyes and heavy breathing. If you got close enough you could hear his erratic heartbeat.

Thump

Thump Thump

Thump Thump

Thump Thump

"I'm hungry now." The tipsier one said to her counterpart.

This was his chance. The perfect opportunity to add this couple to his collection of trophies. He followed them to a small cafe. Making sure to stay in the shadows. The killer slipped through the back where he forced the waitress into the meat locker. Knocking off the lights was next. His blood was really pumping now. The killer could only imagine how good it would feel to have his knife plunge deep into the two women's flesh over and over. To see their blood all over the floor. To hear them both scream for mercy. The fantasy fueled him.

Meanwhile the lovers sat at a table in the dark. They were the only customers. One wondered where the waitress had gone while the other thought it best to leave.

The waitress banged on the freezer door and yelled for help. No one heard.

It was quiet.

The killer stalked to the front of the cafe. Ever so softly. He saw the tipsy woman standing with her face to the door. The scene was perfect.

He grinned. It was vile. Teeth so yellow they should glow in the dark.

The killer raised his knife. Ready to attack and claim his trophy. And then their was blood. The killer's shoes were covered in it.

Next the sound of guzzling. Like the sound of pouring rain in April. He held his hand to his neck. It was wet and warm. He dropped to his knees. Not that he wanted to.

His beady eyes looked up at what was once his future trophy. She smiled as he tipped over to lay flat on the sea of red.

His beady black eyes got wide when they met those of the counterpart. She walked from behind where he had stood to be beside her mate.

She held a hunting knife. Beautifully crafted. And much bigger than his own.

It was dripping in blood. His blood. She licked one side clean. She welcomed the bitter and metallic taste of it. It wasn't the best, but it would do.

The killer wanted to scream. Call for help. The irony was almost precious.

Instead he could only lay still. Staring at the faces of two gorgeous women who had mastered his game. He should feel lucky.

He choked one last time. His heartbeat was no longer erratic. It was still.

The tipsy wife complimented her other half. She was impressed to say the least. She showed the revolver that had been on her waist. It was really a job well done.

After hearing accepting her compliment her stomach made a noise. It was still dinner time for the two.

With a loving kiss on the for head she spoke. A voice like velvet. A blessing to the ears.

"Bon appetite, my love."

They feasted together. Sharing his carcass as if it were a king's meal.

They smiled and laughed. Joked and were merry.

To the killer and the cannibal

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