I'm Hell, I'm Death, I'm…
Damn it, I am so sorry that I have taken a long time to write this. I was out of town, and I was unable to write or type anything but reports and shit. Well, I want to end this, so I will be tying it all up inside of a few more chapters. So, enjoy it while it lasts, and tell me if you want more. NO FLAMERS. I am sick of you ass holes.
Chapter 9: A lovely girl
I stepped back away from Eric. He was glaring at me. I gave him a cheerful smile, "Now, now, I won't kill you, yet. I still have to wait for Devi to come!" I let a cruel laugh pierce through the room. There was no more room for happiness.
No! I was going to die if she didn't come. I had even called her, leaving a message on her answering machine. It was getting late. It was about 4 or 5 pm. Where was she? Surly she gotten out of work by now.
I sat down on one of my crates and then took a few deep breaths. Then, there was a knock on the door. I smiled as I got up, my one hand had a bat in it.
I opened the door to reveal Devi. She was holding a gun. I half expected that. She walked in and said, "Nny, where the hell is Eric?" Her anger showed.
I looked at her. Then, I slammed the door shut, trying to get her to look away. Boy did that work. She looked at the door, and I instantly flew the bat at her head. She fell forward, getting knocked out.
I strapped Devi down to an operating bed. There was a tray of knives next to the table, a light over her body, and a chair next to the bed. I looked down at her. I brought out of my pocket a small bottle of red liquid. I put only a little into her mouth and then walked away.
I walked into my living room and was about to go downstairs when I heard it, "Kill him."
I turned, "What?"
There seemed to be that voice again, it sounded sad, familiar, "My love."
I gave a nod, "I must be going crazy."
"Nny, Nny, please…I…Nny." The voice sounded so sad, so small.
I pressed my ear against the wall, as if trying to hear it better, "What?" I questioned lowly.
Then, the wall seemed to reach out, it screamed into my head. I yelled from the sudden loudness and thought I would go deaf. It wasn't a male's scream though; no man could make it sound like that. It had to be a woman's. I slowly lowered the hand I had been using to rub my ear with. I shot up and ran downstairs.
I reached Eric in a matter of minutes. I glared at him and removed the tape from his mouth. The man cursed loudly, "Damn it!"
I gave him a small grin, "I hate you. A lot. I hate you so much; I could kill you, but not fast. If I killed you fast, that would be too much of a blessing." My words came out in hisses.
Eric gave me a nod and then laughed, "Pathetic. You are. You really are. You have to kill her too? You have her, don't you! I bet you raped her." His smile hid his fear so well.
"I would never. I don't touch; I don't like to be touched. Do not mistake me for someone of your low life level." I turned from him and took some nails out from the table's nail holder. They were big ones, just what I needed. I also picked up a hammer before coming back to him. He gave me a grin, "Go on! I'm ready!"
I smiled and nailed one of his wrists down to the chair. He drew in a breath of air sharply.
When I had pounded in the first nail, I knew I had gone through bone. This man was holding in a lot of pain. I had no idea how he put up with it. I would have screamed by now. But he remained still, silent, like the dead. I nailed in another one. Then another one each into a different spot, only these where in his foot. His other foot, and so on. Each time I added a nail, or decided that one wasn't in the right place and took it out, he didn't scream or cry out in pain. I watched though as hot tears stung his face.
When I was finally done, he screamed out, "Why?"
I looked at him, "Because you loved her. And she loved you back!" I left the room, him alive. I would come back later to finish him off. I knew questions were buzzing in his head, hell, they were in mine too. But the one that nagged at me the most was, "Why does Devi have to die?"
Well, that is the end of chapter 9. I know short, but hopefully, that makes you all want to come back and read more. Besides, I am not a really long storywriter. I think I can get my main Idea of a chapter done in less then a few paragraphs. I know, it is different, but people need to understand, that not everyone writes like they do. No one is perfect. If we were all perfect, we would have died out a long time ago.
-TheLustofkilling
Broken in the mind to come.
Drink the shots of hell to come.
Never look into the eyes,
Of the devil so civilized.
No one can look into your soul,
You look in theirs,
And I know you know.
I love you, and I always will.
B to K a seal to fill.
I love you.
