evil has a life breath living in the dark exhaling into our light...
The dead know your sins
Loud music pounded the small apartment and shook the pictures off the wall breaking the glass holding the images of three small children in varying ages and stages of play. The room comfortable and easy to look at and more so once a person sat into the huge cushioned chairs. Toys scattered around the room and a glass of water danced to the pounding loud rock music it bounced across the glass end table to wet the wood floor in a smashing rock idol blessing.
A bedroom door closed and if one could see inside the room with new found x-ray vision a medium sized woman laid on her stomach nude across the bed her dark hair spilled out on to the pillow, her face away from view slowly turned towards the unseen observer. Tears ran down her face in a cascade of cheap blue eye shadow and mascara her brown eyes huge in fear and the knowing this was the day of her death. Her wrists were tied behind her back burned as she struggled to free herself panic with the thought her children would be motherless and God forbid find her nude in an obscene display of depravity. Her legs were spread open and tied to the corners of the bed by the pillow cases and her skin prickled as she felt his hand running up her leg. A man who had seduced her into thinking she mattered over the course of one week after meeting in a club with girl friends. She was lonely and agreed to meet him as his huge brown eyes took her heart inside she was terrified to learn this day his intentions were to rape and beat her to death. His hands were soft as if he never worked and well groomed slowly his hand traveled to her spine he whispered, " your not the innocent you said you were your spoiled and for that I shall take you from behind " her hair pulled back as if it were reins in his hands to command an hoofed animal, she groaned in pain. His eyes smiled his pleasure as he did not hate her in fact it was much worse he was indifferent he wanted his release and to taste the salt of her blood, he wanted her muffled screams as he took her soul. He straddled her from behind and plunged deep inside her as he pulled her hair harder he felt the smoothness of her insides as she screamed a long exhale of pain. He grunted, " yes give it to me, give me all the grace of your hidden lust I will ride you like the whore you think no one knows you are" he bit down on her shoulder tasting her blood. His tongue licked at the pooling red and he ran it down her back tracing a red line down her back, his hands spread her apart further her legs held fast he lifted her off the bed as he stroked so deeply inside her. She was almost unconscious from the pain and the loss of blood volume she looked at her children's faces in the picture frames on her nightstand she prayed for forgiveness. He moved forward as her own blood dripped on her cheek, " save your prayers whore where your going no one to pray to " and he bit into her neck and began to eat at her, her death rattle soft. He came inside her as she died and he laughed, " stupid whore you will be of service in hell" and arched his back in orgasm and his hunger satisfied.
Jenna was finishing rounds at the hospital and taking her lunch break as usual with a quick salad with friends. As usual she stopped by the chapel to pray and bowed her head in deep reflection she felt the tears fill up her gold eyes and forced them not to fall as she strived for at least one day without puffy eyes. She put change in the old worn out slot and light two candles one for her late mother and then one for her dead husband. She thought how does one prepare for this sort of life ? Fighting the urge to dwell in self pity she turned to leave the chapel and saw a man in jeans and casual dress shirt staring at her, his eyes hugely brown and beautiful. His smile was slow to form and it curved at the corners, he looked at her as if she had nothing on and she patted down her pink scrub pockets as if to reassure herself she was indeed dressed. He kept his gaze on her as she walked past he took a breath and thought " ocean?" how interesting and her eyes, he smirked at her unsteady weak sense of self, she could be interesting if not sweet tasting? He looked forward to the front of chapel, so she is religious and a nurse ? She smelled so clean passing him, and he wanted to make her dirty with desire and regret, he wanted to smash her goodness, to watch her eat her own soul. He lightly slapped his legs as he stood up, " she shall be sweetness and I shall take my time" he dipped his hands in the Holy water as he exited, and flicked it off, "fucking force of habit" he roared with laughter inside his head. He was hungry.
to be continued
Jenna in an half wake cycle of sleep mumbled softly ,"stay away from ..who ? Why are you mad ?" She woke fully looking into the dark pulling on her sheer robe the ocean crashing as the wind moaned loudly. Jenna pulled the patio door open to face a rush of sea air it tore away at her silk robe she stood like a beautiful statue. The wind pulled back her hair from her face tears had started to fall and she let them slowly trace a line of wet down her face. She pulled on her army boots then jumping over the railing of her porch easily securing her robe as she landed effortlessly. Running towards cliffs Jenna did not need a light to guide her strides she thought " out run the memories of a forever lost love ." If anyone had seen Jenna at that moment they would have thought her a ghost as her long blonde hair trailing behind her as her legs moved in the strength of specialized training. She ran the coastline like a woman scorned.
The evil that lives inside the beast ate away at his insides and his capacity for empathy . His love for any fellow human being he was more beast than man as he sat in a downtown LA dive bar drinking whiskey thinking about Jenna and how much he hated her at times. Sweet Jenna the nurse of LA so perfect and good resisting who was she to think she was better than anyone ? He wanted to tear that away from her and leave her wounded weak he put down his glass smiling "why didn't he just finished the job when he was in her bed raping her?" Why was he always just a dark image in her dreams as she couldn't see him in real life is anything but disgusting. He paused thinking about how clean she smelled a little bit like a medicine cabinet from her work at the hospital but mostly the ocean as she ran the coastline every day. Jenna did not act like a real grown woman she was almost handicapped by being a small little girl emotionally and that's why he didn't kill her because he couldn't he didn't have the right. She is clean white light which is protected by that innocence, and it was that very clean goodness that was his enemy that he wanted to strip away from her and he would just a matter of time.
Children of an insane mother daughter to the fornicating Prince has produced jackals ...Wakes me ? Those that are dark walk from 3-4 am
Spittle runs from the mouth of the fornicator ...walked near death and brought back an unclean soul ..he is dammed in sin and he knows it
A murderous devoid of a heavenly goal smashes the clean and lives with no future as he is marked for the level below purgatory .
Rage insanity passed from the mother he slashes at anything he cannot control. He is putrefied remains of schizoid souls unclean from hell
His potential for harm is great and he stalks what refuses him and surrounds himself with whores . He is rage and hate defined.
He is dark that roams between dark and near light he knows she is aware .. He will destroy what defies him .. his eyes glow red
He is damned forever knowing she can save him but the beast can't say what he never learned . She hides in the Angels two guardians light
Pure goodness has a bright light that no one can look at and she kneels head bowed in the golden light he can't enter so the beast paces
If she would just receive him but she never will her soul the next life protected. She feels him late at night he can't get her to listen
The beast is rage and will die alone
The guardian Angels are very tall with carry swords from heaven's metal. They wait to kill the beast their Father's work shall be done