two nights past
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thedarksiren2He took my hand and I could feel something wet from his palms, but I didn't question what that wetness came from. I could smell his sweat; it was a dark, metallic smell that made my nostrils feel like a fire was just under them. Still, I followed him willingly, curious about what he would show me.
His hair was dark, thinning from age and hard work. I knew he had something important to show me too because his usual side-swoop of hair was all a mess.
We rounded a corner in the woods and there, against a very old rickety shack were four bodies. They all seemed to stand stiffly, like mummies, their backs against the splintered grayish wood walls. He let go of my hand and left me standing where I was, surely the best seat in the house for any audience.
The sky was darkening, and we were the furthest west so the only light that shone in our vicinity came mostly from his flashlight darting around in a tool box two feet from the bodies. I could feel their warmth...they weren't quite dead yet.
He came out of his toolbox with a relieved face, beads of sweat reflecting moonlight on his face. I remember the one twinkled particularly brightly, and it gave me the chills. There was a world of ice and cold in that sweat, but I didn't understand. I mean, I obviously knew him, and trusted him enough to go into the woods with him. And he trusted me enough to show me the four bodies dying against his shed.
He turned his head slowly, his eyes were mostly the whites; although I could see dark irises from where I stood, they were very small. His breathing was heavy, as if he'd been cross-country skiing for hours. This feeling, this comparison, encouraged the coldness from him, and he let out a sigh of relief, almost moaning, as he looked at me and smiled.
"now, watch this," he said. I nodded, a good, quiet friend simply taking it all in without judgement. He walked over to one of the bodies, a girl whose body seemed to be wrapped inside a web-casing that only a beast of a spider might have done. He cut the casing open where her mouth was, and she gasped from her large, red lips. He let her breathe, his face absorbing the warmth of her breath and fear. He closed his eyes, and his penis became erect which, in turn, caused him to smile. He turned his head slowly, fluidly, to the left and began kissing her passionately. I could hear her sobbing, but he lips were hungry for life, so she kissed him back.
Just then I saw a glimmer from the sweat on his balding head and turned to see where the light source was from. We were surrounded by fireflies, and I looked up to see the stars in full-bloom, like flowers made of light above our heads. I smiled, but then my attention was back on the man with the black hair.
He pulled the girl's body forward and slipped his behind her. Slowly, he cut open the area around her neck, revealing her pale collarbone and neckline. She was a delicate creature, her skin looked like silk from where I stood. He leaned down and kissed her neck from behind her on the right. He let out a breath, which I could see but it was a summer night so I didn't understand.
That was when it happened. He reached forward with his left hand and slit her throat, and I cowered away from the sight only she didn't begin to bleed. Instead, he leaned in and I could see her spirit enter into his mouth, a white and lavendar light/ life-force, an essence that he hungered for. Her body began to fall limp in his large, muscular arms, and he squeezed her breast with his right hand. I stopped wincing and simply watched in awe.
The other three went by so quickly, I can barely remember them. Two were men, and with each person he inhaled, he gained more strength, more gall. Crickets filled the night air with song, and suddenly, I could feel their spirits within me as well. I closed my eyes, lost in what seemed to be an orgasmic sensation, cold-breath visible in hot, sticky air. There was a swamp nearby, I could taste it in my mouth, and a crane stood as still as it could. I could not see any of this, but I knew.
Soon, everything became a blur and I was up against the shed, naked and drained. I could feel him behind me, his large hands caressing my jawline, his stubbled face making my cheeks raw and all but agonizing. I could feel his cold breath, his erection pressed against my body, his selfishness.
"You are the best friend of them all," he said, and then he kissed my cheek.
I don't know how it all happened. I knew he was going to cut me open, slit my throat as he had done to all the others. Somehow I managed to get the knife from him though, and I had him in a head-lock. My strength was amazing, fear-driven and intense. I told him I was never his friend, somewhere between me explaining and asking. I felt betrayed, fooled. I lifted his chin with my left hand and sliced his throat open, feeling every inch of flesh separate, hearing it split from the kiss of the blade. He screamed, but the sound moved to his now open throat, and a dissonant chorus began to sing "ah" from within.
Blue and white and silver-swirled spirits rose from his body, his muscles atrophied and he began to crumble in my arms. I stepped away to watch him fall, and the sight of the souls rising from him, of their release, their freedom...it was breathtaking. And I held my breath, fearing I might miss something if I took the time to function on any normal level. The cold lifted from the air, and the vapors who were once humans began to dissipate. I could hear the crickets all around as the woods fell silent from this atrocity. I closed my eyes and smiled, lifting my chin to smell the now clean, warm air.
His hair was dark, thinning from age and hard work. I knew he had something important to show me too because his usual side-swoop of hair was all a mess.
We rounded a corner in the woods and there, against a very old rickety shack were four bodies. They all seemed to stand stiffly, like mummies, their backs against the splintered grayish wood walls. He let go of my hand and left me standing where I was, surely the best seat in the house for any audience.
The sky was darkening, and we were the furthest west so the only light that shone in our vicinity came mostly from his flashlight darting around in a tool box two feet from the bodies. I could feel their warmth...they weren't quite dead yet.
He came out of his toolbox with a relieved face, beads of sweat reflecting moonlight on his face. I remember the one twinkled particularly brightly, and it gave me the chills. There was a world of ice and cold in that sweat, but I didn't understand. I mean, I obviously knew him, and trusted him enough to go into the woods with him. And he trusted me enough to show me the four bodies dying against his shed.
He turned his head slowly, his eyes were mostly the whites; although I could see dark irises from where I stood, they were very small. His breathing was heavy, as if he'd been cross-country skiing for hours. This feeling, this comparison, encouraged the coldness from him, and he let out a sigh of relief, almost moaning, as he looked at me and smiled.
"now, watch this," he said. I nodded, a good, quiet friend simply taking it all in without judgement. He walked over to one of the bodies, a girl whose body seemed to be wrapped inside a web-casing that only a beast of a spider might have done. He cut the casing open where her mouth was, and she gasped from her large, red lips. He let her breathe, his face absorbing the warmth of her breath and fear. He closed his eyes, and his penis became erect which, in turn, caused him to smile. He turned his head slowly, fluidly, to the left and began kissing her passionately. I could hear her sobbing, but he lips were hungry for life, so she kissed him back.
Just then I saw a glimmer from the sweat on his balding head and turned to see where the light source was from. We were surrounded by fireflies, and I looked up to see the stars in full-bloom, like flowers made of light above our heads. I smiled, but then my attention was back on the man with the black hair.
He pulled the girl's body forward and slipped his behind her. Slowly, he cut open the area around her neck, revealing her pale collarbone and neckline. She was a delicate creature, her skin looked like silk from where I stood. He leaned down and kissed her neck from behind her on the right. He let out a breath, which I could see but it was a summer night so I didn't understand.
That was when it happened. He reached forward with his left hand and slit her throat, and I cowered away from the sight only she didn't begin to bleed. Instead, he leaned in and I could see her spirit enter into his mouth, a white and lavendar light/ life-force, an essence that he hungered for. Her body began to fall limp in his large, muscular arms, and he squeezed her breast with his right hand. I stopped wincing and simply watched in awe.
The other three went by so quickly, I can barely remember them. Two were men, and with each person he inhaled, he gained more strength, more gall. Crickets filled the night air with song, and suddenly, I could feel their spirits within me as well. I closed my eyes, lost in what seemed to be an orgasmic sensation, cold-breath visible in hot, sticky air. There was a swamp nearby, I could taste it in my mouth, and a crane stood as still as it could. I could not see any of this, but I knew.
Soon, everything became a blur and I was up against the shed, naked and drained. I could feel him behind me, his large hands caressing my jawline, his stubbled face making my cheeks raw and all but agonizing. I could feel his cold breath, his erection pressed against my body, his selfishness.
"You are the best friend of them all," he said, and then he kissed my cheek.
I don't know how it all happened. I knew he was going to cut me open, slit my throat as he had done to all the others. Somehow I managed to get the knife from him though, and I had him in a head-lock. My strength was amazing, fear-driven and intense. I told him I was never his friend, somewhere between me explaining and asking. I felt betrayed, fooled. I lifted his chin with my left hand and sliced his throat open, feeling every inch of flesh separate, hearing it split from the kiss of the blade. He screamed, but the sound moved to his now open throat, and a dissonant chorus began to sing "ah" from within.
Blue and white and silver-swirled spirits rose from his body, his muscles atrophied and he began to crumble in my arms. I stepped away to watch him fall, and the sight of the souls rising from him, of their release, their freedom...it was breathtaking. And I held my breath, fearing I might miss something if I took the time to function on any normal level. The cold lifted from the air, and the vapors who were once humans began to dissipate. I could hear the crickets all around as the woods fell silent from this atrocity. I closed my eyes and smiled, lifting my chin to smell the now clean, warm air.
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Date: 2004-02-18 11:05 am (UTC)I hope to compile all these crazy dreams someday and make a book or two of short stories. One goal at a time though, right?~;P
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