It was quiet.
Her eyes opened, squinting in the artificial brightness emitted from the floodlight in front of her. The silhouette before her bending over a table shuffling items which she could not make out.
There was no noise except the clinking of metal coming from the table.
Squinting whilst attempting to see her captors features she tries leaning forward, only to discover her body would not co-operate, opening her mouth to pierce the silence with a scream to grab attention of someone who might be passing nearby she finds that only a gurgle would emit from inside her.
The silhouette noticing her struggle for control of her body approached her; “You have been injected with a paralysing toxin: “Taipoxin” freezing your motor nerves of your larger muscles, leaving all voluntary bodily functions useless excepting your eyes.”
He moved further, closer to her, stepping into the pale white moon beam passing through the window behind her, as his face became clearer, her eyes widened, her throat gurgling a deep guttural sound as she attempts to scream.
"There’s no point trying to grab attention, there’s no one around for miles…" He paused as he picked up two items, a knife in one hand, a photo in the other. Squinting again she struggled to focus on the details. Her head swaying as the paralysis toxin took more effect.
SLAP! His hand cast across her face, in an effort to keep her conscious for a little longer.
"Not yet you don’t, you haven’t seen my final act!" He whispers, his words pronounced clearly, despite the hushed tones. “I suppose you want to know why i’m doing this.” He pauses for effect, seeing her eyes droop he slaps her again. SLAP!
"I do this for two reasons, because i can, and…" Pausing again. "… because of this." Holding up the photo to her face he smiles evilly, watching as the recognition slowly passes over her face.
"Welcome to your death, I know what you fear…"
The whites of her eyes now showing. She gurgles as he slices her throat with the long silver blade of his knife, the blood oozing from the cut and her mouth as she attempts to scream again in agony.
His eyes glinting in the moonlight, his breathing steady as he watches her eyes roll to the back of her head as she stops breathing, gurgling for the last time… Her blood pooling at her pale feet.
It was quiet.
We sat on opposite sides of the couch, our socks touching each others, enough to know they were there.
The light from the television flickering, soft voices emerging from the speakers.
The characters; out of breath, hiding, revealing the previously hidden affection for each other, the final moments of their lives upon them as the murderer approached behind them, the violins in the background creating tension putting my hair on edge. Held in each others arms their eyes attempt to pierce the darkness, in a futile attempt to ensure their safety from harm.
The violin reaches its climatic point the shadow of the killer crossing the backs of the pair, oblivious to his intentions despite the messages that were yelled at the television by us.
The glint of the blade against the darkness, reflected off the light of a nearby street lamp, reaching the eyes of the now horrified, young girl. She turns at the last moment as the blade is brought down.
The room goes black.
I feel his foot move, his voice emerges from the darkness “What the…” A flash of light and a crack of thunder fills the room with vibrations, interrupting him before he could finish.
I jump with the vibrations, the lower half of my body swivelling off the couch, my feet seeking the floor to find their bearings; only to connect with the coffee table.
This time there were no claps of thunder to cover the words which should never have passed my lips: …"Shoot".
"I never thought I’d hear you say that!"
"You know, it’s a good thing my eyes have grown accustomed to the darkness…"
"Because I can do this." Laughing as I push him off the couch.