Baby Killer By: boscoslut
Horror/Angst (I love both, so this is my first attempt combining the two. Please drop me your thoughts, they are appreciated.)
Chapter 1:
She was floating directly in front of him again, making her deathly presence known. Her skin a tented blue, her eyes glazed over and sunken into their sockets, wearing the same white silk nightgown as before, clinging to her every curve. The same mud was caked into her once golden blonde mane, the some time ago claret bloodstains now staining her nightie a crusted black.
Maurice Boscorelli was spellbound in the same nightmare again. Every night for one straight week she had revealed herself to him. It would start with a sudden chill, usually causing every hair on his body to stand on end. Than that stench he regrettably knew very well in his line of duty would follow, decomposing flesh.
She was getting eager with him. Perhaps she should have chosen his female companion. She was weary of waiting. She would do whatever was in her powers to make him fulfill her requirements.
~~~~~
"Bosco?" The familiar voice of his partner tugged at his inner judgment. He couldn't look away from what gloomed over the hood of their RMP, the demon's tattered body disobeying gravity.
"Do you see her Faith? Do you?" Bosco gasped never taking his eyes off of her. Every muscle in his body was tense and trembling.
"See what Bosco?" Faith nearly whispered reaching over and tenderly stroking his wrist with her ice-cold, willowy fingers, causing another, much stronger chill to run down his spine. The minor diversion forced Bosco to glimpse over to his partner, momentarily removing his eyes from the ghostlike spirit.
He glanced over to find an empty driver's side seat. His mind instantaneously fogged with bewilderment as he looked back up through the front windshield, skimming the area rapidly, to find nothing.
Bosco was beginning to pant. Sweat was already forming and progressing down his forehead. He took a deep breath and licked his moist upper lip. He allowed his shaky hand to slither up his uniform shirt, grabbling tightly onto his radio.
"Faith?" Bosco called her name, before releasing and waiting for a response.
"Faith? Where are you Faith?" He tried again, the fear in his voice evident.
"Get a grip Bosco! This is not happening. I am not crazy!" He told himself over and over before opening the passenger door, stepping from the RMP. His fidgeting hand was already placed over his holster, the bitter autumn air already nipping at his perspiring form.
"Faith? Where are you? This isn't funny! I am serious Faith, I am gonna crap my pants if you don't knock it off," Bosco screamed as loud as he could, removing his gun and flashlight.
"Faith?" He turned his flashlight 'ON' and held it over his weapon, squinting his eyes as hard as he could into the distance. Everything was so pitch black. That's when he heard it. He strained his hearing senses to make sure it wasn't the fear doing it to him, to perceive sound of a distant cry; one of an infant.
Bosco swallowed the bile that was materializing in the back of this throat. He arched his head somewhat backwards as he shut the door with the back of his heal, his eyes widening in horror as he let out an ear piercing scream.
There she was, floating over the top of the vehicle. The mischievous spirit tilted her neck to one side, observing Bosco's every move. Her legs were loosely spread open, as blood began to seep through her gown, saturating down her inner thighs, landing on the hood resembling distasteful raindrops.
"Where's my baby?"
Bosco took a step back, clumsy tripping over his own foot in panic. "No, it's impossible, you're dead! I saw you! You hear me? You're dead!" Bosco spat in disbelief, crawling back hurriedly, digging his nails into the muddy grass.
"Where's my baby?"
~~~~~
"BOSCO!"
Bosco visibly jolted as Faith shook his shoulder hard.
"Bosco, are we going to answer that? Snap out of it! I am sick of you sleeping on the job. I don't know what you are doing at night but you better start getting some rest for both our sake!"
"Sorry.. sorry Faith," Bosco responded rubbing his eyes feebly glimpsing around at the atmosphere. They were in a well-lit area of town, driving down Main Street.
"It was one week ago today Faith, almost exactly this time," Bosco sighed as he rested his fatigued eyes closed against the damp passenger window.
Faith took a quick look over to her partner. "Is that why you can't sleep Bosco?" She had to acknowledge, that was the most traumatizing DOA they had ever had to deal with. A young woman, nine-months pregnant, had put her car into a ditch. The Volkswagen Bug had overturned, pinning her in a water- filled trench. She must have been dead for days when they spotted the tire marks and decided to investigate.
Later, it was revealed she had spoke with her mother on the phone before leaving her single bedroom apartment. She was craving ice cream, and was just heading down the street to hit the drive through, not bothering to get dressed.
"I see her Faith, every time I close my eyes, I see her. It is like she is haunting me, blaming me for not finding her sooner," Bosco barely whispered. He didn't care if Faith told the captain this time; perhaps he needed counseling on this one.
~~~~~
As Bosco began to change out of uniform, he gazed down to his wrist where he had thought Faith was touching him earlier in his nightmare. It was so real to be a dream; he could remember every vivid detail. This is when he noticed two muddy fingerprints on his flesh.
In a panic, he snatched the nearest garment, his tank top, and began to scrub the filth off, revealing two deep bruises.
TBC?
Horror/Angst (I love both, so this is my first attempt combining the two. Please drop me your thoughts, they are appreciated.)
Chapter 1:
She was floating directly in front of him again, making her deathly presence known. Her skin a tented blue, her eyes glazed over and sunken into their sockets, wearing the same white silk nightgown as before, clinging to her every curve. The same mud was caked into her once golden blonde mane, the some time ago claret bloodstains now staining her nightie a crusted black.
Maurice Boscorelli was spellbound in the same nightmare again. Every night for one straight week she had revealed herself to him. It would start with a sudden chill, usually causing every hair on his body to stand on end. Than that stench he regrettably knew very well in his line of duty would follow, decomposing flesh.
She was getting eager with him. Perhaps she should have chosen his female companion. She was weary of waiting. She would do whatever was in her powers to make him fulfill her requirements.
~~~~~
"Bosco?" The familiar voice of his partner tugged at his inner judgment. He couldn't look away from what gloomed over the hood of their RMP, the demon's tattered body disobeying gravity.
"Do you see her Faith? Do you?" Bosco gasped never taking his eyes off of her. Every muscle in his body was tense and trembling.
"See what Bosco?" Faith nearly whispered reaching over and tenderly stroking his wrist with her ice-cold, willowy fingers, causing another, much stronger chill to run down his spine. The minor diversion forced Bosco to glimpse over to his partner, momentarily removing his eyes from the ghostlike spirit.
He glanced over to find an empty driver's side seat. His mind instantaneously fogged with bewilderment as he looked back up through the front windshield, skimming the area rapidly, to find nothing.
Bosco was beginning to pant. Sweat was already forming and progressing down his forehead. He took a deep breath and licked his moist upper lip. He allowed his shaky hand to slither up his uniform shirt, grabbling tightly onto his radio.
"Faith?" Bosco called her name, before releasing and waiting for a response.
"Faith? Where are you Faith?" He tried again, the fear in his voice evident.
"Get a grip Bosco! This is not happening. I am not crazy!" He told himself over and over before opening the passenger door, stepping from the RMP. His fidgeting hand was already placed over his holster, the bitter autumn air already nipping at his perspiring form.
"Faith? Where are you? This isn't funny! I am serious Faith, I am gonna crap my pants if you don't knock it off," Bosco screamed as loud as he could, removing his gun and flashlight.
"Faith?" He turned his flashlight 'ON' and held it over his weapon, squinting his eyes as hard as he could into the distance. Everything was so pitch black. That's when he heard it. He strained his hearing senses to make sure it wasn't the fear doing it to him, to perceive sound of a distant cry; one of an infant.
Bosco swallowed the bile that was materializing in the back of this throat. He arched his head somewhat backwards as he shut the door with the back of his heal, his eyes widening in horror as he let out an ear piercing scream.
There she was, floating over the top of the vehicle. The mischievous spirit tilted her neck to one side, observing Bosco's every move. Her legs were loosely spread open, as blood began to seep through her gown, saturating down her inner thighs, landing on the hood resembling distasteful raindrops.
"Where's my baby?"
Bosco took a step back, clumsy tripping over his own foot in panic. "No, it's impossible, you're dead! I saw you! You hear me? You're dead!" Bosco spat in disbelief, crawling back hurriedly, digging his nails into the muddy grass.
"Where's my baby?"
~~~~~
"BOSCO!"
Bosco visibly jolted as Faith shook his shoulder hard.
"Bosco, are we going to answer that? Snap out of it! I am sick of you sleeping on the job. I don't know what you are doing at night but you better start getting some rest for both our sake!"
"Sorry.. sorry Faith," Bosco responded rubbing his eyes feebly glimpsing around at the atmosphere. They were in a well-lit area of town, driving down Main Street.
"It was one week ago today Faith, almost exactly this time," Bosco sighed as he rested his fatigued eyes closed against the damp passenger window.
Faith took a quick look over to her partner. "Is that why you can't sleep Bosco?" She had to acknowledge, that was the most traumatizing DOA they had ever had to deal with. A young woman, nine-months pregnant, had put her car into a ditch. The Volkswagen Bug had overturned, pinning her in a water- filled trench. She must have been dead for days when they spotted the tire marks and decided to investigate.
Later, it was revealed she had spoke with her mother on the phone before leaving her single bedroom apartment. She was craving ice cream, and was just heading down the street to hit the drive through, not bothering to get dressed.
"I see her Faith, every time I close my eyes, I see her. It is like she is haunting me, blaming me for not finding her sooner," Bosco barely whispered. He didn't care if Faith told the captain this time; perhaps he needed counseling on this one.
~~~~~
As Bosco began to change out of uniform, he gazed down to his wrist where he had thought Faith was touching him earlier in his nightmare. It was so real to be a dream; he could remember every vivid detail. This is when he noticed two muddy fingerprints on his flesh.
In a panic, he snatched the nearest garment, his tank top, and began to scrub the filth off, revealing two deep bruises.
TBC?