Post by skyedwardsthepredato on Jan 15, 2021 14:12:42 GMT -5
"Oh shit, oh shit. How did you get here? How did this happen?"
These are the thoughts that rush through my mind and fall out of my mouth like a waterfall as I stepped off my bottom basement step and saw Veronica chained up in the corner. In shock, I had dropped my basket of workout clothes I had carried down to wash, but now I'm overwhelmed with panic and cannot think of a single action to perform. I am frozen, frozen in fear, and shock.
I've got to let her go. I've got to get her to a doctor.
No, you don't, she is ours.
No, one cannot own another person.
We can and we do.
No, I can't let you do this.
We already have done it. We own her now, just as we own you.
NO! GET OUT!
I cannot let him do this to her. I have to save her, even if it cost me everything. I smack myself in the face, but I hear him laughing deep inside of my head. I hate him, and he knows it.
I grab my hair and violently shake my head while screaming at him to get out. I begin smacking myself about the head wildly, but his laughter only continues. I must get him out, I must rid myself of him. In what seems like an out of body experience I run myself headfirst into a wooden support beam for the stares.
We slowly blink our eyes open. We feel the warm blood slowly rolling down our face. We rub our hand across our face, smearing it and applying it to our hand. We slowly sit up looking at our left hand now smeared with blood, very foreboding it is. We lick our fingers clean, we love the taste of the metallic flavored liquid that flows through the human body.
Oh, how we would have loved to taste the blood of the lovely swamp queen. We close our eyes and lean our head back imagining Leah's skull cracked open under our feet and the steel chair.
"MMMMAAA! HAAAAPPP!"
SHUT UP WHORE!
We are very upset with Veronica for interrupting our train of thought. Our head spins around as we bark at her. Her muffled scream for help turns into a muffled cry. We do not feel pity for her, she is not the same species as us. She is human, but we are something more. Don't worry Veronica, it'll all be over soon.
A few hours later and we are driving our car down a back road, far out of town and off the beaten path. The night is beautiful and clear. So many stars, such a big bright moon. Our face is now clean, we hate Sky’s appearance, but we can't very well drive around with a face covered in blood or painted like a demon, now can we?
No, the humans are not ready for that yet, and they are not ready for us yet. But, ready or not, here we come. We turn the radio down; it is time to release our thoughts on the swamp queen.
345,672... that is the number of babies willing killed in the womb in a single year in this United States. 16,425, reported cases of murder last year in the United States. 98,213 reported rape cases, again in the United States. 609,275, the number of people reported missing in the United States last year alone. More than half a million people, POOF, just disappeared.
Leah, make no mistake about it monsters are real. They don't come in the form of Zombies, Vampires, swamp creatures, or mythical beasts. No, the real monsters are born from their mother and are comprised of flesh and blood. I am one of those monsters. You know I am, and the world knows I am. I showed what kind of monster I am when I stomped that steel chair into your skull. But that was just the tip of the spear.
We're sure your head is still ringing, your balance is probably still off, and you are experiencing sleepless nights. The first two are symptoms of a concussion, the third is because whenever you close your eyes at night you see our face and you see the Left Hand.
Yes, the Left Hand, if you think there is only ourselves and Arthan, then you are mistaken. We lay in wait and when the time is right, we rise, just as we did with Skylar. We use his pretty face and clean-cut image to get in the door, and then we strike. Just as we used his body to get us in the ring with you Leah, and now we use our killer instinct to take your championship and devour you.
Do we need the Left Hand to defeat you? No, we certainly don't, just as the Lion doesn't need his Pride to be king of the jungle. But knowing you can summon demons from the pits of hell to consume all of your enemies in a raging inferno is always a plus.
The car pulls off of the back road and down a dirt trail, coming to a stop just a few miles in. We park the car but leave it running with the headlights on and pointing into the woods. We exit the car and pull a shovel from the back seat. We walk to the trunk and notice the full moon.
We lean against the trunk and rest our chin on the shovel handle. We stare at the full moon. If only Veronica would be quiet and quit pounding in the trunk lid.
Leah, your time as Strong Style champion is coming to an end. The sands of the hourglass on your reign as reached its last few grains. There may be 2021 Ways to Die, but yours is already known, and it is us. We are the face of death that you see in your nightmares.
To be continued.
