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.
I smile at him, as he glances over. The Sun reflecting off the lake, it’s low angle lighting up his face with a soft orange tone. I rub the pencil across the paper shading the shadows of his face, along his jaw, his eyes, and the gaps in between his teeth; they were ever so minute, yet still present to give him that warm presence about him…
He catches my gaze, smiling awkwardly he looks down, pretending to text on his phone.
I chuckle slightly under my breath, enjoying the breeze rushing through my hair, it whistles as it blows through the pines also bringing their fresh scent combined with the fresh parkland air.
This was my sanctuary, hardly anyone visited here any more; since the war this area was rarely travelled, but this suited me, in several years I had not seen anyone visit this particular spot but him, he was my company so to speak. Although we had never spoken his awkward smile always assisted the lapping of the water against the pebble beach combined with the rustling of leaves and birdsong amongst them that nature serenaded me with.
Today was an escape, I needed to breathe, to fade away from the harsh city life where everything was lived at a abnormal speed. I suppose you could say I never really understood people, gallivanting about for no absolutes.
I look up to notice that the sound of his scraping had stopped; generally he would do nothing but carve shapes and figures from the branches that had dropped from the trees above, good ones too. On the odd occasion he had left one or two for me, perched on the log behind me, awaiting me as I got up to go.
But today, there was nothing. Not even any evidence of him being there, his usual shavings that generally circled his curled up figure had disappeared.
As I got up to look further, I gasped as I noticed something that stopped my heart.
As I gathered my thoughts and fought the urge to gag. It wasn’t noticeable unless the light hit it at the right angle, the auburn leaves camouflaging with it.
Blood, a lot of it…
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.
They will slaughter you, murder you, kill you from the inside out. Rape you, take what ever dignity you believe you had left and throw it away like the butt of their last cigarette.
Crushing your soul, sawing your limbs and pounding your major arteries. Watching you suffer, that will be the most enjoyable part.
They will take every emotion you feel and document it, you’ll be noted as another medal, victim. You’ll be admired like you admired your participation trophy in soccer when you were six. It meant nothing, but you still adored it with everything you had.
Such unconditional love, this isn’t love, this is feeding their ego, feeding their fucking sick, dirty minds. captivating all their sick fantasies.
You weren’t the first, nor will you be the last. These people are everywhere, eating the innocent youth of today up. Such expression shouldn’t be touched lightly, they don’t stop with the youth. These suckers start from day one, attacking the children, until you sign out of this miserable waiting game, they’ll have a hold on you.
You can fake your strength, you can fake your apathy. It bothers you, it bothers us all. Your resolute values won’t be noticed here. You’re flying under the radar, at least that’s what they make you believe. But day by day, each ticking hour, minute.. they are counting every single one of us, preserving us until it’s our time. Our time to shine, at that moment, that very moment you realise this is the end. Your stomach twists and turns, inside out filling you up until you can taste it, your breathing it. This impulse, it’s controlling you. You become paranoid and anxious.
This is the defining moment, if you don’t perform you’ll be thrown out like the rest of us “has been’s “. Your name will be forgotten. Those dreams you had of being known, streets and parks opened in your dying honour. Peaks of interest, your belongings, worthless pieces of junk auctioned off for thousands.
Forget them, forget everything, because with a heart like yours and world like this, you’ll never survive. you don’t have a chance of out living this plague. So live it how you want it.
Love like you’ve never loved before, accept others as they can be accepted, group together, fight these people. We are unique, we are different, yet so are they.
Yet, we can love.
Join the revolution.
Live life your way.
The ringing of the hammer against the bell *Ring, Ring, Ring*, my eyes open, I squint under the bright white lights, the room smelling of detergent and chemicals; clean.
People rushing outside the room door, yelling out: “We have more coming!” The policeman outside my door was now looking around ever so nervously as to the cause and reason behind the panic that was occurring. Explosions in the distance now rocking the hospital ever so slightly; enough to cause shivers of worry throughout my body.
I smile, panic, hysteria, this is my place. I move my arm to get up, handcuffed.
Cursing to myself under my breath, as I spot the key lying on the bedside table, out of reach to my outstretched arm. Now ever so frustrated I look for something that could assist me in breaking free, or even moving the key closer, enough for my fingertips to just touch it. Then I would be free.