Madness: Shadows Tales

the addiction pt 3

9 (three years before all this)
Before clara got her money and That lavished lifestyle she had become accustomed too. She had worked for her grandparents. Trying to expand their empire.
She lived with matthew and William in a two bedroom apartment in Augusta.
She'd travel all over the U.S talking to important people. Who she'd try to sell cattle and horses of the finest quality. She'd even find places for new slaughterhouses. She was cut throat brilliant at her job.
Her grandparents were woed by her enthusiasm and determination. She had gumption. Ambition! That could be seen from the sky like a beacon.
They wanted to give her a bigger role in their organization. They asked her to talk to the city board about getting one in Augusta.
So she tried. She knew James Rider who was the one with the ear and the action to get this planted for action.
She found him at his usual spot Wanda's. Where he enjoyed all his meals.
She saw him eating steak and eggs. As he did every morning of his life. She sat next to him. Then she spoke in her upbeat confident winners voice," ill pay the bill.. James! We should have a talk. Maybe you could help me with something. If you could. It would benifit you too!"
James looked up from his half eaten dish with his ears wide open and a mouth full of steak.
He spoke as he chewed," you got my attention. Money always does. How can i help you sweet angel?"
Clara felt like she had a sucker on the line. All for the taking. She was gonna reel him in.
She spoke connfidently with a smile.," well we'd like to expand the culture around here and build a slaughterhouse. There will be more jobs. More economy and more money to help build this rinky dink into something grander."
Clara wanted to do more than build a slaughterhouse. She wanted to turn this ghost town to a lively upbeat thriving town but still keep the quantness of the small town vigor.
Thinking she could do it piece by piece. Starting with the slaughterhouse. Then maybe a bigger school, a mall, and even more houses. A park even. Anything that could jump start this place to its former glory and not be a rat trap dump. That it already was.
James spoke as he finished the bite in his mouth," no can do lil lady. We have the powerplant thats all we need. Thats what we're know for. Being small. We've all always liked it this way.. No need to fix it. if it aint broke. Ya dig"
Clara was dumbfounded by this man's ignorance. As she spoke with a clear defining sweet voice," come on now james. You own the powerplant and the only gas station.. Wouldnt you like to have more? Maybe expand your reach, your buisness. Come on. Just think about the money, the people,the economy!,"
James set down his fork and knife. Then he spoke with malice as his eyes showed a determined clarity," no can do. Im sorry Mrs. markel. Its not gonna happem. No matter the web you weave. we're set here. You can talk to the others they'll agree with me. We like this place the way it is. We dont need no outside judgements. Its not gonna happen. I gotta go now. you have yourself a great day! Say hi to mattie for me. I like that guy."
Clara stood up and walked back to her black and silver Porsche. Where she flipped out hitting the dash and every thing around her. As she screamed" you dirty bastard! Ill show you! You piece of shit. Im gonna make sure you know my fucking name. ill destroy you. Piece by piece you nazi fucking bastard. Ill get you!"
10
  Matthew woke up the next moring. He lit up a cigarette. He went to take a piss. He looked in the mirror. He noticed his face had become paler. He was starting to look like a ghost! in fact the rest of him started looking that way too.. A pure white flowing glaze.
His head was aching. All he could think about was last night. If he really did all that or if he was dreaming it. He thought he couldnt have done it.
  Then he saw the knife's cut on his cheek. Felt its pain. He shook in fear. For he knew it wasnt a dream. It was reality.
  He was starting to change and he knew it deep in his heart but not in his mind. He wouldnt accept it's conclusion. He shugged it off. Then went about his day.
  He stopped in to help Sal. While doing so all he could think about was Sarah. If someone had found her. What if they did. Then they'd look at him as suspect numero uno.
   He thought to himself the whole time," im going to prison. Im fucked. There gonna find her and james! fuck i forgot about him. Im fucked. They'll crusify me."
After he was done at Sal's. He went to strip the abandoned houses. For its copper wire. For his pay day.
  He started to crave his magical elixer of relief from the world around him. He desired its strength, its attitude. It's non judgmental state of being.
   It yearned for him too. Calling him by name. Whispering in his ear. Telling him to come home.
    It made him take a knee. He screamed in pain. as he threw up black goo. He was sweating beads of darkness. His body was telling him something he should have listened too. Stay away but he didnt want to. He enjoyed the feeling it gave to him. It made him truly feel alive. Like nothing else ever had before.
He wondered where did it come from. How does it give me such power, such darkness but he didnt care. He knew he had some left and he wasnt gonna let it go to waste.
    For he was dedicated to it's scent, its magical premise of a grander world. Where his desires were signed with fortune and an ambition to live free. A new found glory. He never thought possible. After all the things he'd gone through in his life. He thought it will save me. It will bring me peace.
    He took the flask from his pocket. Lit up a cigarette. Then took a gulp of its certainty. For he thought all i need is this. It will help me take care of everything.
His eyes instantly changed to that black glossy darkness that spread to the circles around his eyes and the veins all over his face.
For the next 2 hours. He put in work. He destroyed three houses with ease. Using his mind to do it.  They crumbled like cake.
  The whole time he worked  his thoughts became darker. Who could he get next. Who wronged him. Who deserved his wrath.
He thought and pondered. Then he knew what to do next but he only had a couple of drinks left before the bottle would run dry.
11
    Cray had gotten a ride home from his friend frank. After he had seen his hummer totalled in the parking lot of Slappy's. frank had been drinking with Cray. They were both hammered to the sky.
   He had screamed and cursed to God saying "i will fucking find who did this and they'll fucking pay with their life."
  Frank tried to calm him down but it fell on deaf eyes. He put Cray in his blue chevy pickup and drove him home.
  When they arrived Clara had been waiting on the porch drinking her iced tea. That she was usually seen always drinking. Her special mix of tea and vodka but only she knew that.
  She saw them pull up and as cray stumbled up the driveway to his love. She yelled at him sarcastically," where's the beast? Did you forget something or did you get to fucked up as usual?" Her eyebrows stiffened. She became stern with her posture as it went stiff.
  Cray burped then spoke in his drunken state of anger," not today Clare you pear! Someone raptured my vehicle! Fucked it up good and when i fucking find em. Im a beat the living shit outta them. Make em beg for their fucking life!"
Frank helped cray onto the porch and sat him down on a pearl blue chair next to clara.
  Then frank spoke in a drunken stupor of his own," do you think anyone knows!"
  Clara stood up. She put on a look of anger. as her cheeks stiffened and her eyes darted at frank. She slapped him.
  Then she spoke with a spit fire of fury," you two fucking idiots make friends everywhere you go! With your damn loud mouths and wishful thinking. You two act like fools. Nobody fucking knows unless you've said something! Did you two say anything? You know the fucking deal! You win. I win."
  They both nodded as they spoke in unison," no"
  Clara sat back down. Took a sip of her tea. Then spoke as she gathered herself. Putting her hands over her blue dress to flatten it out," good! Dont fucking speak of it again! Its buried! Leave it in the fucking ground! Where it fucking belongs. Cray get inside. Wash up and go the fuck to bed you pile!"
He did.
  12
     Matthew went to the junker out of town to sell today's haul. He pulled up in his red beat up truck. He pulled out his flask and took the last drink from it. Then lit up a smoke.
   He got out his truck and walked up to a brown wooden shack with a worn out red roof that looked like it was about to slide off. The wood on the shack looked chipped and torn off.
  He opened the screen door and seen Rupert tending to a customer.
Rupert was wearing a red hat. He was short and fat. Wearing his suspender jeans with a red flannel shirt tucked into it.
The customer looked dirty with torn jeans and an orange flannel long sleeved shirt that was rolled up to the elbows.
The room was dusty. The counter had an old register that dinged with random things all around it. Like old car parts, electrical equipment and old modeled toy cars.
The walls were a dusty brown. The room was small. There was a couple of pictures on the wall of vintage sexy vixens in bikini's. Others had them bending over cars. He even had a calander full of them.
  Matthew spoke full of spirit," i got you a great haul today my man. Why don't you come out and see it for yourself. Im a get a good penny for this."
  Rupert spoke with amusement," that's what i like to hear. How about you let me finish up here. then ill be out to see whats good."
  Matthew walked outside lit up a cigarette and waited for a couple minutes. Then Rupert walked out.
  Rupert walked to the back of Matthew's truck. He looked at it for a minute then spoke with a happy glee," my man! You've been on a roll lately. You must be putting in that work! Ill happily take this off your hands. Those houses must be treating you good." Matthew threw his butt on the ground.
  Rupert walked back up to matthew. then spoke with a confused low silencing manner," are you ok bud? Your eyes are black as the night and you have a cut on your cheek. What happened to you? Another brawl. Your eyes are fucking crazy Matthew! You ok!"
  Matthew stared blankly at Rupert. Then he grinned as he spoke," im ok rupe. Tough times you know how that goes! I got new contacts. So people think twice about messing with my crazy ass. I got a rep to live by. I cut myself getting you this copper. Frisky buisness! You gonna take this off my hands or what?"
  They both laughed. Then rupert spoke," i know how that goes. Your a man shrouded by mystery. We should have a drink later catch up. I got you this time if you want but ill give you 500 for the lot. How does that sound?."
Matthew started getting frustrated by this. he worked all day to get what he had gottten.  He didnt want to be low balled like he usually was by rupert.
Mathew grinned while speaking harshly," not today rupe. You know its worth at least 3 times that! even more than that! Come on now! How about two thousand?"
Rupeet laughed. This upset matthew even more. Rupert spoke solemnly," you know its stolen Matt! Im not gonna give you more than 700 for the lot take it or leave it! Final offer!"
  Matthew laughed with anger. He stared at his loads of wire with pure hatred.
He then lifted a long piece of copper wire with his mind and flung it at rupert. It went right through ruperts head decapitating his head clean off.
  Matthew started belllowing in laughter as he spoke in a wild loud satisfaction," thats what you get you fucking prick. Think you can get away with highway robbery. You punk ass bitch! Now that a discount! Hats off to you."
The customer had walked out to see rupert"s head fly clean from his body. Matthew looked at him. Then concentrated on the man.
The man started to scream in pain. His eyes started to bleed. His mouth shot out a river of blood. as he fell to the ground. Dead!
  Matthew walked back in the store and took the money from the register. Then he walked to the back room. It was just as dusty as the front. It had a desk and a computer with a picture on the wall.
He remembered Rupert telling him there was a safe behind the picture of him and his wife. While they were drunk once.
Matthew used his mind to tear the wall apart. He ripped the door from the safe. He took everything in the safe but a bottle of jack. He got over ten thousand dollars and an old revolver with a couple of gold necklaces.
Matthew jumped back in his truck and left. He was gonna go back to the real prize. The thing he had been thinking about all day but his elixer was wearing off and he needed to find the man who was really the one shouded in myster. Wherever he was hiding. Matthew had no clue but knew hed find matthew.
13
While matthew had been working at the houses getting his copper. Shaun Silvers had gone over to see his sister Sarah and found her dead body with james as collateral damage.
He knocked and knocked but no one answered. He went to the backdoor. It was unlocked. He walked in and found the gruesome mess.
  He called the Augusta P.D. telling them his sister had been slain in one of the cruelest ways possible.  He was shocked, trembling in disbelief, stuttering the whole time on the phone. Ending it with silence. As he couldn't believe what his eyes had shown him.
  They sent over sheriff john Rigley. He too was atonished by the grave slaughter that had taken place. He vowed to Shaun to find out who did this act of terror to his sister and put them away for good but shaun told him," you better find him first cause if i do. I'm a murder them myself."
Then sheriff Rigley went to tell Janine Rider what had happened to her husband. Who had been cheating on her..