Addy the Killer

Chapter 14 - Good Night, Seeker

He had gathered his weapons; the miniature in his shoe, the angel blade in his hoodie pocket and the pocket knife in his jeans pocket. He’d put his painting mask back on to, not only shield himself from prying eyes but from the cold, and put his hoodie on over the top. He made no effort to hide; he waltzed right down the street, it was dark out though. Addy headed straight for the usual hangout for Seeker and the other two – underneath bridge on the outskirts of town. He was being driven; a man on a mission. The entire trip he clutched his angel blade within his pocket with both hands, not concerned by his hand being slit with every step. There wasn’t much light outside, only the occasional person’s house security lamp and the natural glow of the moon. It seemed like a full moon that night and it lit up the random clouds around it. Addy was a mere 500m from the bridge when a rather weird person ran up to him. She had a concerned and at the same time scared expression on her face. “Oh my god! Are you alright!? Do you need me to call someone for you?” Obviously she saw the blood stained down his shirt. This person is being ridiculous he thought. She had dark brown hair and had the underside of her hair dyed blue. She was wearing a worn out leather jacket and looked a few years younger than him. This girl also had one headphone hanging out of her ear. He only glanced at her and then remembering his disfigurement, jolted and looked back at the pavement. She reached out to hold his shoulder, trying to adjust his gaze but instead he swiped at her with his angel weapon. She screamed but no one came to her aid. She had deep and bloody gash along her arm. She fell to the ground and tried to shuffle away but to no avail. He pinned her to the road and she was squirming beneath him, her face growing pale with every passing second. He took off his hoodie slowly for effect and even more slowly, removed his mask. She screamed again. “Do it.” He heard from behind him. He turned still holding her down and gripped her shoulder even tighter. There was nothing there unless a moth counts. He turned back and heard it again. “Do it… Do it.” Addy realised. It was his angel, telling him to kill again. He felt he couldn’t do anything but obey. He held the knife up to her throat and covered her mouth. Her tears began to slip out of her clenched eyelids. She was absolutely terrified. Addy had to shut his own eyes to do it. The blade glided through the flesh effortlessly and the squirming stopped. Blood began to pool around her. He felt the need to close her eyes so he did. Her lifeless body was left in the street; a girl under the age of 18 murdered just because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Addy just had to walk away so he didn’t start crying. He focused back on his mission – the bullies.

He turned off as to go underneath the busy city road. The area beneath it had the occasional concrete poles to support the weight of the bridge. Garbage and all manner of things were piled up everywhere, whether they were useful or not. Addy ran his fingers over the trinkets until he found the main hangout area. An old barrel now presumably used as a fire pit with makeshift chairs around it. Some were fold-up beach chairs others were simply logs and there was even just a stack of books. His spirits dropped when he saw the empty area. He’d walked all the way there and there was no one. He’d murdered the innocent for potentially nothing. He felt deflated and exhausted at all his hard work so instead he just sat there on the pile of books, after first picking up the book on top of the pile. He’d never seen it before but upon reading the blurb on the back cover he became intrigued. It wasn’t one of the bigger books Addy had read; it had two hundred and twenty three pages. It was about a magical world full of witches and wizards. Creatures from your most wonderful and most horrifying dreams roamed freely. Addy sat there for at least a few hours reading his book fully enveloped in the story.

He heard laughter from behind him and then a crash of metallic objects. They were here. Addy grasped the angel blade inside his jumper pocket and put down carefully placed his book back on top of the pile. Standing with an odd stance; both hands on the knife; he waited in the darkness for his targets. The showed their faces around from behind a pile with a torch in Seeker’s hand, the others had lighters. None of them noticed Addy at first but once they did they dropped their lights. Addy ran at the weakling with his angel blade slamming it straight into his kidney. The boy screamed out and bled out on the ground in front of the other two. Addy fell to his knees and repeatedly stabbed the boy until there were several slashes and gashes in his already dead body. The bouncer-looking kid grabbed Addy from behind and tried to pull him away but was cut in the process, just below his right eye. Seeker only watched, unable to move, trying to comprehend what was going on before his very eyes, but by that stage he’d dropped the torch. It shone right on the horror show right in front of him. It was quiet except for the crickets chirping and Addy’s grunting while trying to fight off the other boy.

Addy was versing a fighter. He kicked and punched at him but he got sliced regularly. They were both wearing out fast. His angel blade was kicked out of his hands, he lunged for it but the other boy was too fast and now had a weapon. “SEEKER! GET OUT OF HERE!!!” those were the boy’s final words before Addy buried his miniature knife into his chest. A gurgling sound escaped his mouth before falling to his knees and collapsing face-first onto the concrete, blood pooling in front of his face. Addy had made fast work of those two. He was feeling completely exhilarated, tired but exhilarated. Panting he reached down and picked up his angel blade never breaking eye contact with Seeker. He stood panic-stricken watching the attacker.

“Do you remember me?” said Addy in a high, mocking voice. He wiped his angel blade clean on his jumper, not concerned by his clothes. He stepped over the dead boy in front of him towards Seeker and he sure took his sweet time getting there. Seeker’s heart began to go insane, beating like a drum for a heavy metal band. “Do you remember me?... Well do you?” Addy asked. He stopped walking once he got to a distance of a few metres. He had that look in his eye again, like it wasn’t Addy but his angel. A smile worked his way onto his face and added with his carved smile it seemed all the more devilish. He let his head fall to the left as if he was bored trying to entertain himself. “DO YOU REMEMBER ME?!” Addy screamed, getting frustrated at not getting an answer. Seeker started to come to his senses trying making sense of everything that had happened. He was no scarred for however little that was left of his life; his friends were lying dead on the ground in pools of their own blood. “Who are you?” Seeker whispered as he wasn’t able to get any louder.

“Who am I? Well I’m the one whose life you ruined. I’m Adrian! I’m the one you poured bleach on! Now do you remember me?!”

“Poured bleach on? I don’t know what you’re taking about.” Addy lunged at Seeker and knocked him over onto his back. “DON’T! Don’t lie, don’t lie to me.” He let out a blood-thirsty snigger right up close to Seeker’s face, tracing his chin with the angel blade. “Hmmm, what should I do with you? Kill you fast right now?” He said this while holding the knife above Seeker’s eye, dropping and catching it a mere few centimetres from his pupil, making him flinch. “Let you bleed out from a hundred cuts?” He said this making small incisions into his neck, this time making tears appear and fall down the side of his temples. “Or just torture?” He ran his angel blade straight through Seeker’s right hand, pinning it to the ground, making a howl escape his mouth. “Yeeeees.” Addy said in a low and almost purring voice. He twisted the blade within his flesh forcing blood out coating his hand. AAHHHHHH! “Why… why are you doing this?” Seeker said in between his cries for help and sobs. Addy relieved his blade from Seeker’s hand and said “Why? Well it’s because I can, wait no, because I want to. You’re the clown tell me something funny.” Addy brought the knife back to his face and held it against Seeker’s neck. “I’ve had enough of you. It’s night-time…” They both looked up at the round light disk in the sky. “Go to sleep.” He sliced through the flesh of Seeker’s neck. Blood ran silently out of the gash and accumulated under his head soaking the back of his hair. Addy stood up and looked at his work. It was like there had been a massive bubble of hate inside of him that had just grown bigger and bigger and now it had finally popped.