My Shadow of Death

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I think about you every day

I wonder when you’ll come my way.

Be it by day or be it by night.

What does it matter, you’re still my plight.

Will you come by car, truck or train,

Disease, bullet or maybe by plane?

Once the deed to me is done

My life…just like a setting sun

Bleeds into hues of red,

For, my Shadow has come and now I am dead.

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Deadly Infection

(Note to Readers:  Part of Deadly Infection was posted earlier as Zombie Island.  I’ve added more to the story, and renamed it Deadly Infection.  I hope you enjoy!)

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The infectious thing hid in the shadows and watched as fresh meat disembarked the yacht.  It had been weeks since the last shipment, so the creature could barely contain the blood lust raging within its decomposing body.

It growled and pulled against the chains holding him in place.  Its brain could no longer reason.  It only understood his ravenous need for human flesh.  The drive was constant, even after it had feasted, it still hungered. It was never fully satisfied.

It lunged its body again and reached a skeletal hand toward leaves, wafting in the warm tropical breeze.  Only a lone finger-bone escaped the cover of foliage.

If the “fresh meat” had looked in its direction, at that precise moment, they would have seen the bony finger with its sagging, putrid skin. Perhaps it would have been their salvation, or perhaps not… as the trees were quite some distance from the yacht.

Four teenagers laughed as they balanced the plank resting upon a weathered pier.  It wasn’t as stable as Kimmie would have liked, so she held tightly to Ted’s hand.  Ted, sensing her fright, gallantly turned his body to welcome his girlfriend safely into his arms. Kimmie, much smaller than Ted’s athletic frame, felt engulfed within his embrace and she liked the feeling.

Carol, quite the opposite of Kimmie, jumped from the rickety plank and practically landed on Kimmie and Ted.  All three fell together to land in a heap upon the graying boards.  The wood was old and so the pier quaked beneath their sudden movement.

A raucous laughter emanated from the heap, while Mark stood alone on the plank, holding all four backpacks.   Mark, feeling excluded, couldn’t help but wish, Carol, to be more like Kimmie.  What he would give to have her fall into his arms…

Like that would ever happen… thought Mark angrily.

Carol, boisterously called to him, “Hey pretty boy…get down here, already!”

Mark, shrugged off his anger, slowly smiled, and headed toward the laughing heap.

Offering, his hand to Carol, he winked and said, “Yes, I “am” a pretty boy…and don’t you forget it!”

Carol, ignored his hand, jumped up on her own accord and replied, “I’m not arguing the point. Practically every gooey-eyed cheerleader wants you, and from what I’ve heard through the grape-vine, even a couple of the football jocks, as well.”

Ted helped Kimmie to her feet and added to the conversation, “As quarterback of the football team, I can vouch for that!” And then laughed hysterically

Kimmie nudged Ted in the ribs and whispered, “Hey, that’s not nice!”

“Aw come on, sweetheart…we’re just messing with his head.  Isn’t that right Carol?”

Carol, nonchalantly studied the apple she had just pulled from her pack, took a bite and said with her mouth full, “Nope…meant every word.”

Ted laughed so hard he snorted.  Once again Kimmie nudged him but she couldn’t keep herself from smiling.  A red-faced Mark, saw her smile and turned a deeper shade of red. Unable to the think of anything clever, Mark said, “Very funny…HA..HA…”  He turned and walked toward the island.

The four teenagers unloaded their packs and when they had finished, beach towels, sunscreen, chips and beer littered the white sandy beach.   They settled upon their perspective towels and began to chatter among themselves.

***

The captain of the Shelly Anne watched the teenagers find their places in the sand.  With a shaky hand he reached for the shift-throttle and began backing his boat.

The deal had always been to wait at least an hour before leaving.  Nervously, he glanced at his watch.  It had only been thirty-five minutes but the captain decided he would wait no longer.

“What the hell, can he do…he’s already paid me for the year…” he muttered under bearded lips.  The sooner he could leave the island the better he would feel, and this had always been the case since day one.  He thought back to that day and remembered the creepy little doctor who had handed him the money.  As he tucked the cash into his jean’s pocket, he heard a faint noise that sounded like a growl.   Startled, the captain looked at the doctor who was grinning back.

“The children are hungry, ” he had said.

After that, the captain had gotten the hell outta there.

Seeing the disappearing island in his rear view mirror, the captain ran a clammy hand through  wind tossed hair and mumbled nervously  “Damn crazy son-of-a-bitch…”

***

Dr Stevens pushed wire-rim glasses up a sweaty nose.  Peering through the leaves he counted a total of four.  Judging from their proximity, he hypothesized the location the four would try to enter the thicket.  He’d been doing this for a long time, so he was rarely wrong.  The undergrowth at this particular part of the island was thick with Deer Grass and Banat Trees, making it hard to penetrate.  And so he had found breaking a limb or two here, and patting down the grass there, lured the prey into his direction, quite well.

Wanting a clearer look, Dr Stevens slid the wire rimmed glasses atop his head, removed a pair of binoculars from a vest pocket, and positioned them snugly against soul-less eyes. He saw a rather athletic looking male carrying a screaming female towards the water’s edge.  The bikini clad female had her arms around the males neck with her face pressed into his shoulders, causing her blonde hair to cascade down his back.  The female kept screaming but the big guy laughed and kept jogging until they both splashed into surf, and disappeared under the wave making its way to the beach.

Dr. Stevens moved his binoculars slightly to the right in order to see the other two. The scene he surveyed was much somber.  There was a male, not as large as the other, but a nice build, sitting on his ass, knees bent, toes in the sand.  Sucking on a beer, the guy looked as if he were sulking.  The other female was stretched out, her belly against a beach towel and her nose tucked into the open pages of a book.  She was also wearing a bikini but her dark hair was cut boyishly short, almost GI Jane style.  Dr Stevens, almost chuckled at the comparison. He whispered, “Hmm…she will be the one to watch.”  He focused the binoculars for a clearer view and saw that “GI Jane” had a nose ring and a dragon-fly tattoo displayed upon her back.  At the sight, an unexpected laugh escaped his gaping mouth.  “It was perfect…just perfect,” he thought, “…you may be tough, GI-Jane, but not tough enough to handle what the children have in store for you.”

***

Carol was sick of Mark’s googly eyes upon her.  Thank god, she brought the book.  At that moment she realized the book was upside down and quickly righted it, hoping it went unnoticed.  “Pf-ff… so what if he did…” she thought; “maybe he’d finally take the hint.”

However, Carol had long given up on that.  He was clueless.  Hell, she wouldn’t have come if she’d known he was coming.  At first, Carol had been excited about an afternoon trip to a “deserted” island.  It would be nice to get away with her BFF, but said BFF informed her at the last-minute that the “guys” would be coming as well.  Unfortunately, by that time, it was too late to back out, without hurting someone’s feelings.

Carol, sneakily peered over her book to see  Mark finish off a second beer and then toss the bottle toward the incoming tide.  Rolling her eyes, she thought, “What a dick…I’m so over his shit!”

Ted’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

“…ah…com’on Kimmie.  Don’t be mad.  You’re just so hot, I thought you could use a little cooling-off!”

“Well, you…mister…are on my naughty list.”

Kimmie poked out her bottom lip and pretended to pout.  She wasn’t mad…truth be told she was getting ready to jump into the water anyway.  She just enjoyed teasing Ted…he was so easy.  She shook her head gently to get the wet hair from her eyes, and then slid pink polished finger nails through her hair, to smooth it back, and out of her face.  Ted stood in front of her with puppy dog eyes and open arms.  Kimmie accepted the invite. She pressed her body against his, stood on the tips of her toes and pulled his face to hers for a “make-up” kiss.  However the “make-up” session was interrupted by Mark.

“Hey, man, where’s the boat?  Where’s the damn boat?”

Reluctantly, Ted pulled his lips from Kimmie’s and looked in the direction of the pier. Sure enough, the rickety dock stood alone.  The boat was gone.  Looking at where the boat had been, Ted felt a small tinge of panic.  Trying to assure himself he said the next thought that came to mind.

“Um…I don’t know…maybe he had to get gas…or something…?”

“Gas!  Where’s he gonna get gas!  It took us three hours to get here and I didn’t see any freaking gas-stations on the way… did you?

Carol laid down her book, put up a hand to shield her eyes, and looked at the empty pier.

Kimmie looked as well, and quietly mouthed the same question, “Where’s the boat?”

All four teenagers stared at the empty dock and vast ocean.  The only sound, to be heard, was the incoming and outgoing waves that bathed the island’s white sand.  Each one, too confused to speak, tried to rationalize the cause for the missing boat.

They stood like that for a couple of minutes until Kimmie’s quivering voice broke the silence.

“Ummm…wha…what are we going to d….do…?”

Ted, turned on his heel, ran to where the backpacks lay, and came back, cell phone in hand, hoping for a signal.  Mark tried the same thing, and when he could find none, he cursed and tossed the useless phone on the nearest beach towel.

Carol slipped closer to Kimmie and took her hand in hers, not knowing if she did it to comfort Kimmie or to comfort herself.

***

The sun began its slow decent in the darkening sky.  Low lying clouds oozed red and dripped like blood upon the horizon.  If circumstances had been different perhaps it would have seemed romantic, however, for the frightened-four it felt more like an omen of evil to come.

Ted broke the cryptic silence, “Maybe we should try to find some sort of shelter before it gets dark” Pointing toward the Banan trees he added, “Under those trees looks promising.” Without waiting for a reply he headed toward the trees.  Being the quarter back of the football team, made it easy for Ted to take control. He was use to everyone following his lead.

Mark hollered at Ted’s back, “What if the boat comes back and we’re not here?”

Carol had wondered the same,  but also thought it a good idea to find protection for the night.  After-all, who knew what kind of animals roamed the island, furthermore, the lower the sun dropped the colder it became.  She looked toward Kimmie, sitting on a beach towel, arms crossed and shivering.  Carol wondered if the shivering stemmed from cold or fright.  Feeling sorry for her friend, she went over to sit beside her.  Carol reached for the towel, lying beside them, and draped it over their shoulders.  She laid her head against Kimmie’s and whispered,  “Don’t worry, it’s going to be okay.”

They sat huddled together while Ted and Mark argued.

***

Dr Stevens looked at the children, only inches from their reach.  All three lunged from their chains, and viciously reached rotting fingers toward the doctor.

“Come now, that’s no way to treat your Papa,” he cooed.

He stood gazing at their bulging eyes and gaping mouths.  For a moment he pretended to be one of girls seeing the creatures for the first time, and quivered with delight.  He had always wanted a daughter…or two…perhaps.  At the thought the doctor giggled, pursed his lips and said in a childish voice,

“What a happy whittle family we’ll be.”

As he praised his soon-to-be family, he stepped a little too close to the creatures and one of them scratched his face with its jagged finger nail.  Startled, the doctor stepped back and hissed,

“You wretched, nasty child!”

Without a moment’s hesitation, he angrily pressed a button on the small receiver he held in his hand.  Immediately, all three creatures fell to the ground in agony.

“I thought we had gotten beyond that…” the doctor said through gritted teeth, and pressed the button over and over.

Dr Stevens touched scratch below his eye, and looked at the his blood dripping through his fingers.  He stepped forward to stand above the piteous creatures.   All three lay at his feet writhing in pain.  Looking at them with soul less eyes he lifted his foot and brought the heel of his boot down upon the head of one of his creations.  The brittle bone and rotted fleshed gave way with sickening slurp.  The doctor’s boot went clean through the putrefied head to rest upon the bloodied earth.  He pressed the button once again and the remaining two screamed.  Their cries crescendo-ed through the palms overhead.

***

to be continued…

Daily Prompt:  Infect

Amy’s Story: Part 6…Catapult into Death

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Watcher in the Woods

Catapult into Death

[RECAP:  Amy is kidnapped, and chained in an underground, root cellar, by a vicious, serial killer.  After hours of hanging in the dark cellar, her captor takes her to an abandoned cabin, hidden deep within the Blue Ridge Mountains.  Rudy, her beloved Golden Retriever, lies in the snow, dying from a gunshot wound, received while trying to save Amy. Sky, the love of Amy’s life, walks the desolate forest, following  snow-mobile tracks, she believes lead to Amy.  Now Amy sits on a couch, her naked body, covered with only a blanket.  Her captor hoovers over her, taunting her and beckoning her to look into the fire place, where he has thrown her clothes, to burn.] 

(To read Amy’s story from the beginning visit here)

He leaned in even closer, and Amy feared he would kiss her, but instead he put his lips to her ear and whispered,  “Enjoy their warmth…they will never touch your body again.”

Amy looked into the blaze, burning within the fireplace, in front of her.  There was no trace of the jeans or tee-shirt she’d worn earlier.  Obviously, they had burned to ash a long time ago.  As she gazed into the fire, she wondered what he would destroy next.

Before standing, he kissed her on top of the head, and said bluntly, “Dress for dinner, and I’ll not ask twice.  I worked my ass off to cook the perfect homecoming meal, and you will sit down, and you will eat it.”

Amy began to protest, but stopped when she saw the determination in his eyes.  Silently she chided herself, “…pick your battles Amy…control your damn temper…”

Standing up, from the  couch, the blanket, that covered her nakedness, fell to the floor.  Without taking her eyes from his, she slid the cotton dress over her head.  It slipped weightlessly over her body, the hem fell two inches below her knees.

“Can’t forget these,” he said, as he pulled something from the front pocket of his jeans.

In his hand, lay pair of white panties.  Without a word, she took them from his hand and attempted to put them on.  As she stepped into them, the fabric pulled across her bandaged ankles, smearing the blood that had seeped through.  Amy groaned against the pain, but never-the-less she persisted, to complete the task.

“Careful with those ankles,” he smiled and added, “God, I bet they hurt like a bitch…anything that ugly has got to hurt.”  With something akin to pity, he tilted his head, and murmured cloyingly sweet, “Awwww…if you’re a good girl, I’ll be a good boy and redress them later, and, perhaps, I’ll even give you something for the pain.”  He clucked his tongue three times and said, “…poor…. poor baby.”

Amy wanted to spit into his smirking face, but she didn’t.  Instead she glared into his eyes, revealing her hatred for him.

Pity fell from his face, and instantly, it donned a mask of rage.  He grabbed her upper arms and squeezed painfully.  “YOU. ARE. MINE.”  Then he shook her with such force that Amy felt her teeth chatter.  Inches from her face, with his nose almost touching hers, he yelled, “Accept the truth, and the truth will set you FREE!”

He pushed her backwards, but grabbed her before she fell to the floor, then he roughly shoved her into one of the straight back chairs, by the small wooden table, that he had set for two.  Amy would have fallen out of the chair, but he held her tightly, preventing another fall.  He walked behind her and pushed her chair under the table.  With a bit more control, he put his lips to her ear and said, “If he takes him another wife; her food, her raiment, and her duty of marriage, shall he not diminish…Exodus 21:10.  God is on my side…you can’t fight this.  I will decide what you wear, what you eat, and how you will perform your wifely duties.”

Leaving her there, he turned and walked to the kitchen counter to pour two glasses of red wine.  He sat one in front of Amy, and then put his glass, at his place setting across from her.  He picked up the empty plates, and once again turned to walk toward the counter.

She watched as he filled both plates with food, from the pans on the stove, and then he promptly turned the knobs to the left, to shut off the heat that had been keeping their dinner warm.

Playing the gentleman, he sat Amy’s plate down first, and followed by setting his own down, across from her.  Without a word, he slid into his chair, took his neatly folded napkin, and placed on his lap.  Then he looked at her and said with a God-like voice, “Shall we say, grace?”

Amy watched as his face contorted into a horrible grimace, which opened the chasm of his mouth, releasing a series of hysterical cackles.   The shrill laughter lasted, what seemed forever, and then, without warning, abruptly stopped.  The dead quiet, that followed, unnerved Amy.   She looked into the soulless eyes that stared at her, and a chill ran through her body.  She realized that in that particular moment, no one was home behind those eyes.    Then without warning, his stare refocused, and he broke the silence by saying, “Eat up love.  You’ll need your strength for later.”   And, just like that, within a second he went from soulless to caring.  The sudden change, actually caused Amy to feel dizzy, so she grasped the side of the table to settle her vertigo.

He picked up a knife and fork, cut into the steak in from him, and put it in his mouth.  He chewed the meat slowly and swallowed, then cut into the steak again, and followed suit, but, this time, he washed it down with a large gulp of wine.

Amy felt bile rise within her throat, and she seriously thought she would throw up.  He, oblivious to her plight, encouraged her sweetly, “Come…come my love, eat your dinner…we have lots yet to do tonight.”

Amy looked down at her plate, and noticed she had no silverware.

He tapped a napkin to both corners of his mouth, and continued sweetly, “Poor Amy has no silverware…what’s a girl to do…hmmmmm?  I’m not so sure I can trust you with a knife and fork.  God forbid you’d stick me, rather than, the food in your plate.  Perhaps soon, you will gain my trust.  I’m sure, some day, we will both look back, and laugh at this, our present conundrum.   It may be demeaning, but, for the time being, you’ll have to eat with your hands.”  He pointed to her steak.  “Now pick it up and eat.”

Fighting an urge to gag, Amy whispered, “I’m not hungry.”

“What did you say?”

Again, she whispered, “I’m not hungry.”

“Forgive me…but it sounded like you said, you weren’t hungry…”

Amy looked at him, and, this time, repeated it loud and very clear… “I said…I’M. NOT. HUNGRY.”

He leaned forward, and grabbed both sides of the table.  “Do you know what happens to little girls who don’t clean their plates?” He left no pause for her answer.  “They get punished…” he continued, “…is that what you want…huh…?  Is it?  Is it, Amy?”

Amy’s anger grew hot at his prodding.  She slammed both hands on the table, causing the dishes to rattle and yelled, “Punished?  What the hell do you call being strung up and held captive for hours, in a shitty-smelling, dark hole!  Slight of death, I’m not so sure it’s possible to top that!”

Through gritted teeth he answered, “Believe me…it can ALWAYS get worse…don’t try me, Amy…”

Amy leaned forward, and vehemently said, “I don’t want your fucking food!”  Then she leaned even closer, “I want to know what you’ve done with my  dog!”

At the mention of Rudy, a sinister smile tugged the corners of his mouth.

“Ruuuuuudy…” he taunted, as if calling for him.

“Ruuuuuuuudy…”

“…where are you Ruuuuuuudy?  Mommy’s worried about you Ruuuuuuuudy…”

Without warning, he flipped the table over.  Amy cringed from the sound of shattering dishes, and the table tumbling across the floor.  He grabbed her by the hair, and painfully penned her against his body.

He snarled, “Do you really want to know what happened to your damn dog?  I don’t think you do, but here goes…” “I shot poor Ruuuuuuuudy, and then the mangy mutt fell dead at my feet, where I gave him a kick, for good measure.  Then I tasered you…you bitch!”  He paused only a second, “…and do you want to know what you did?  You pissed your pants like an animal, so I strung you up like an animal.  You disgust me!”  Then he pushed her backwards, and she fell to the floor

Tears of pain, both physical and emotional, ran down Amy’s face.  Her heart broke into a hundred pieces at the thought of Rudy being dead.  In desperation she screamed, “You’re lying, you son-of-a-bitch, you’re lying!  My dog is NOT dead.”

He grabbed her by one of her bloody ankles and began pulling her across the floor, and down a narrow hall.

“Everyone you know is going to die.  First, Rudy, and soon, Sky!”

He stopped, by a small door, only 4 foot tall.  Its rusty hinges screeched in protest, but with great strength, he pushed the door open, to reveal the contents inside.  The room was empty, save for a sleeping bag and a five-gallon bucket.  He stooped as he entered, as not to hit his head, but once inside, was able to stand upright, since the room’s ceiling spanned the height of at least 10 feet.  He tossed Amy on the sleeping bag, then turned, and ducked once again, to clear the entrance way.  From the hallway he said, “I will be gone for long intervals at a time, use the bucket to relieve yourself.”  Amy heard the door close, the lock slide into place, and then his footsteps descending down the hall.

Alone in the dark, Amy curled into a fetal position, and cried for Rudy and Sky.

***

Sky’s heart sank.  The sight before her caused her to stop dead in her tracks.  A lump, of what looked like golden fur, lay beneath the boughs of the fir tree ahead.  Sky knew it was Rudy.  She willed herself to move forward, once she saw it was Rudy, she fell into the snow, beside her dying dog

She leaned over him gently, and put her arms around his quivering frame.  The bloody  snow beneath him, soaked into the sleeves of her hoodie, but Sky didn’t give a damn.  She held her dog, and sobbed.

She heard him whimper, so, she pulled far enough away, to look into his eyes.  His brown eyes were almost glazed over, but then they focused on Sky’s face.  When he recognized her, his whimpers turned into pitiful cries.  Sky’s heart broke into a million pieces.  She held him close and whispered in his ear, “It’s okay, Rudy…it’s going to be okay.”

Sky did her best to sooth him, but still he cried.  She pulled away, once again, so Rudy could see her face. His brown eyes connected with her blue eyes, and in that moment, she knew he was trying to tell her about Amy.

“It’s Amy…isn’t it…?  Are you trying to tell me about Amy?”

At the sound of Amy’s name, his cries grew louder.

Tears streamed down Sky’s face, and she gently pulled him to her, she whispered, “I’m worried about Amy too.”  Sky felt his body relax, as if he knew she understood.

Sky buried her face into Rudy’s neck, “I’m going to get our Amy…and…I’m going to…to…bring her home…”  She silently cried into his fur, and cried all the more, as she felt his breathing slow, and then his body go limp in her arms.

After a long moment of silence, Sky laid Rudy’s body back upon the snow.  Her heart ached, knowing how cold he must be.  She rubbed and kissed his head, “I love you, Rudy…I love you…go to sleep now…it’s going to be…okay.”

Sky stood and looked down at her dog.  His eyes were closed and he was still breathing, but barely.    She reached around and pulled the revolver from the back of her jeans.  She couldn’t bare to see him suffer any more.

***

Continue to part 7

Amy’s Story: Part 5

(Daily Prompt: Massive)
Massive problems are solved, one small step at a time.

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(To read from beginning:  Amy’s Story: Part 1)

[RECAP:  Amy is kidnapped, and chained in an underground, root cellar, by a vicious serial killer.  After hours of hanging in the dark cellar, her captor takes her to an abandoned cabin, hidden deep within the Blue Ridge Mountains.  Rudy, her beloved Golden Retriever, lays in the snow, dying from a gunshot wound, received while trying to save Amy. Sky, the love of Amy’s life, walks the desolate forest, following  snow-mobile tracks, she believes lead to Amy.]  

Rudy had tried his best to save Amy, but his attempts lay waste, due to the bullet lodged deep in his right shoulder.  As much as he had tried, he now lay motionless.  A light dusting of snow, from the fir branches above, covered his body.  A blanket of white, stained only, by the blood oozing from his dying heart.

As Rudy lay there, with his eyes closed, his life began to flash before him, in cinematic grandeur.  As scene one opened, the sight of his mother, Abigail, caused him to whimper.   Through the years his memories of her had faded, but now, once again, he saw her through puppy eyes…

Rudy gazed into the brown eyes, of a beautiful Golden Retriever, named Abigail.  Oblivious of the name given her by humans, Rudy touched his nose to her nose, and knew her only as mama. 

It had been long day, for Rudy, without his litter-mates.  He was confused, and wondered where they were.  At least he still had mama, he thought, and snuggled into the warmness of her fur.  This was his favorite spot.  The rhythmic beat coming from her heart, comforted him, and as always, like a lullaby, eased him to sleep.

Rudy was roused from his peaceful sleep by the sound of humans close by.

“Well, we only have one left; the runt, but you’re welcome to take a look-see at him.  Come on in here…uh…what’d you say your name was…?”

“Sky.  My name is Sky.” 

“Okay, Sky, come on in here.  I like to keep the bitches, and their pups in the barn when it’s this cold outside.  I’d hate for them to get cold.”

Human-talk, was gibberish to Rudy; so he snuggled closer to mama’s heart, and buried his head in her warm golden fur.  Before sleep could claim him, Rudy felt himself being lifted by gentle hands.  He opened his eyes, and looked down at the face of woman with blue eyes, and blonde spiky hair.  Rudy yawned, blinked his eyes, and looked once again, into the face of the human holding him.  This time, he noticed, she had a big smile upon her face.   She pulled him closer and kissed him on his wrinkled brow. 

“Oh my God…he’s perfect!”  

Human-gibberish again, thought Rudy, but he didn’t mind;  he licked the human on her nose, and thought, she smells good. 

Sky laughed at the puppy’s slobbery kiss, and pulled him closer. 

“So, how soon can I take him home?” Sky asked, feeling the warm bundle of fur wiggle beneath her chin. 

“Well, if you got the money, you can take him home today.”

“Oh, I got the money, all right!”

“Well, okay then!  Just put him back in there with his mama, and follow me to the office.  Watch-ya step, there’s a couple of poop piles I’ve not gotten to yet.”

Sky kissed Rudy again, and put him back beside Abigail, who was now looking up,  sitting on her haunches, and wagging her tail. 

“My gosh, Abigail, you are pretty!” 

Sky patted the top of Abigail’s head, and then turned to follow the man wearing denim overalls. 

“Hey, where ya going?” barked Rudy.  He jumped up to place his paws on the wire fence separating him from the humans.  His little tailed wagged so fast it created a small dust cloud, as it brushed back and forth over the dirt floor. 

***

Rudy lay on the car seat, beside Sky, and cried.  The seat beneath him was cold, the smells around him unfamiliar, and worst of all, his mama was nowhere to be seen.  The lady beside him was nice enough, but he missed his mama’s heartbeat, her brown eyes and the warmth of her fur. 

“Mama…mama…” He barked shrilly. “Where are you, mama?”

Sky placed a reassuring hand on him and crooned, “It’s okay little fellow…it’s going to be all right…I promise.”

Human gibberish, thought Rudy, and even though the warmth from the human’s hand was comforting, he barked even louder, “Mama…mama…mama…” 

Finally the car stopped, and the human got out, and closed the door.  He was alone but a few seconds, when the car door beside him opened.  He saw the human squat, so that she was eye level.  Once again his listened to human gibberish. 

“Okay, little fellow, now’s the time for you to perform magic.”  

Rudy cocked his head, and looked at the human with a confused expression.  The human laughed, rubbed his head and continued her gibberish. 

“Here’s the plan.  When the front door opens, you will mesmerize her with those gorgeous, chocolate eyes of yours.”

 “Okay?” 

“You see, I’ve done something stupid, and once again I’m in hot water with my girlfriend, and you , my little one, are the prettiest olive branch I could find.”

“Let’s hope, Amy thinks so too…”

Rudy cocked his head the other way, trying to understand, and once again the human laughed.  In spite of his homesickness, the happiness of her laugher made him feel a little better.  And then, he felt her lift him, from the cold seat, and pull him against her, for a warm hug.  Rudy’s  “happy-meter,” tilted a tad more to the right, and he began wagging his tail.

At the door, the human pressed a button, not once, but twice.  After a moment, they both heard footsteps on the other side.  Rudy felt himself lifted higher, and the human hid her face behind him, and whispered, “Okay, little fellow, now’s the time.  Do your magic…” 

The door opened, and Rudy saw Amy for the first time.  He looked into Amy’s shocked, brown eyes, and thought, “She has the same eyes as mama !”  In that instant, Rudy’s homesickness vanished, and peace took its spot.  He knew he was home, and always would be, with Amy. 

The magical spell was broken, by the voice of the human, behind him.   

“Amy…I’m so sorry…”

Amy, captured within Rudy’s spell, ignored Sky, and took the golden bundle, pulled him to her, and hugged him tenderly. 

Sky, stood in the doorway and smiled; confident, her plan had been a success. 

***

The mental image of Amy, caused a dying Rudy, to gasp for air, and the mental flashes of his life ceased.  His eyes opened, and to see the fir branches, waving above him.  For a moment, he wondered where when he was at, and then the events of the past hour came to  him.

He remembered he had been on the porch, sniffing, searching for squirrels, when he caught the scent of someone close by.  The scent was vaguely familiar, he couldn’t quite place it, but he knew he had smelled it before.

As Rudy lay in snow, he thought about the events that had led him here…

His gut lurched and he knew danger was near.  A waft of air ruffled Rudy’s hair, and he lifted his nose to it, trying to get a better whiff.  His nostrils filled with the scent of the stranger, and Rudy realized he knew stranger.  He had met this man before, and he clearly remembered disliking him; from day one, Rudy knew this man to be evil.    He had tried to warn Amy, by growling and barking, but she had scolded him, and put him in another room.  Rudy remembered laying  with his nose pressed to the opening, at the bottom of door, until the evil man had left and until he knew Amy to be safe. 

And now, as he stood on the cabin’s porch, he took one more sniff, just to confirm his suspicion. Rudy felt the hairs of his back rise, and he realized it was indeed the same evil man. 

Rudy began to bark and growl viciously, trying to warn Amy to stay inside, and then to Rudy’s horror,  Amy opened the door and stepped outside.  In the same instant, the evil man came around the corner of the cabin, and ran to grab Amy from behind.  Rudy saw something in the man’s hand, and knew it was meant to hurt Amy.  Without hesitation, Rudy lunged forward, but in mid flight, he heard an explosion, saw a flash of light, and then felt something hit him.  Whatever it was, it hit him so hard, he fell to floor at Amy’s feet. 

The memory of Amy in danger, sent a surge of adrenalin through Rudy’s body, and from its strength, Rudy tried to stand.  He stood but for a moment, until intense pain wracked his body, causing him to fall back into the snow.  Upon impact, Rudy cried out against the pain.

Again he tried to stand, and once again his body felt horrible pain; however, this time Rudy refused to lay down.  Instead he thought of Amy, and somehow he found the strength to take a step.

One slow step at a time, Rudy followed, the snow-mobile tracks that led to Amy.

***

The watch on her arm, told Sky she had been following the trail for at least an hour.

She followed two paths simultaneously; one from a snow-mobile and the other left by Rudy’s bloody paw prints.  She noticed, the farther they went, the bloodier they were.

Sky wiped away the tears, that ran down her face.  She knew Rudy was losing too much blood, and so, she braced herself, for the body, she knew she would soon find.

Sky pulled her hoodie snuggly over her head, but it did little to combat the gusts of cold wind.  The cold reminded her of the cool steel, pressed against the small of her back.  The gun’s coldness comforted her.

A month ago, she had purchased two revolvers, without Amy’s knowledge.   She didn’t tell Amy, because she knew, Amy frowned upon the idea of a gun in the house.

Sky hid one gun at home, within a box of her personal mementos, that sat upon the top shelf, of her bedroom closet.  She knew Amy would never look there.  The other gun, the one at the cabin, she had hid under the mattress, on her side of the bed.

Sky was a little less confident of that particular hiding place, but the cabin was small, with no closets.  She had pondered, somewhere in the kitchen, but Amy was the cook, and so, that option had been “shot down” from the get go.  In spite of the circumstances, Sky couldn’t help but smile at the corny pun.

Sky wrestled often with the guilt of keeping the secret from Amy; after all, it had been that very thing, that had almost ended their relationship, a few years ago.  Silently Sky thanked Rudy, because of him, Amy’s heart was softened, and so she had agreed to give Sky another chance.

Sky soothed her conscience, by telling herself, the guns were for Amy’s protection.  She just hoped, Amy would feel the same way when the truth came to light.  At the time, Sky felt she had no other choice, especially after Amy had been beaten, and almost raped.  Sky was willing to risk their relationship in order to save Amy’s life.

 Sky lifted one painful foot from the deep snow, and then the other.  Amy’s borrowed, and too-small boots, rubbed against the back of her feet, causing two large blisters to appear.  She grimaced with each step, but never slowed pace; her eyes fixed upon the tracks ahead of her.  Sky was determined to get to Amy.

“Hang on baby…I’m coming.”

Her words fell empty to the desolate forest surrounding her.

***

Amy’s body still ached, from hanging hours in a dark, cold cellar.  She sat on the couch thanking god for the blanket, and the heat radiating, from the fireplace before her.   Alone in the room, she wondered where he had gone, and when he would be back.  He, after tenderly wrapping her bloody ankles, had stood abruptly, and without a word, walked out the front door.  Like a flip of a switch, his demeanor had changed from gentle nurturer, to cold stranger.

Amy looked around the room.  The log walls of the cabin were chinked, with what had once been red clay.  Its hues had faded over time, it was cracked, and in some areas it was crumbled enough to let in the cold air from outside. The only window in the room was hid by a large piece of plywood, that had been nailed to the wall.  Amy counted the nail heads.  There were only four, one in each corner.  Amy felt confident, it given the opportunity, she would be able to prise it from the wall.  She studied the front door.  It was solid wood, with a brass door knob and it fastened by a set of brass deadbolts.  Just above the deadbolts, hung a heavy chain, about a foot long, and parallel on the door post beside,  hung another chain, with an open pad-lock, swinging from the last link.

The door suddenly opened, and her captor walked inside.  He shut the door quickly, but not quick enough to keep out a rush of cold air.  Amy watched as he locked both deadbolts, and then linked the heavy chains together and secured them with the padlock.

 He turned to see Amy watching, and he gave her his best smile.

“See Amy, we’re safe and sound.  Nothing can get in, and nothing can get out, without my permission.”

He covered the distance between them in three steps, pulled something from his hip pocket, and tossed it on her lap.

“Put these on.”

Amy looked at a white, cotton gown, picked it up, and handed it back to the man, towering over her.

“Where are my clothes?”  She asked defiantly.

He squatted in front of her, and slide both hands under the blanket to rest upon her bare knees.   Amy tried to pull away, but he squeezed her so tightly, she couldn’t move.  He leaned in to her until his face was only inches from hers.

“Are you referring to the filth you wore earlier today?” He said this through gritted teeth.

Amy almost opened her mouth to answer, but the evil in his eyes, warned her to keep her mouth shut.

“Amy…my dear sweet Amy…”  He laughed.

“I threw your whore rags into the fire place…”  Again he laughed.

“Are they keeping you warm….hmmm?”

He leaned in even closer, and Amy feared he would kiss her, but instead he put his lips to her ear and whispered,  “Enjoy their warmth…they will never touch your body again.”

***

…to be continued…

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Macabre Art-The Screamer

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Macabre Art Piece done by Lisa

Hello my Creepy Friends!  I sat up late last night working on this piece.  The original photograph I used for inspiration and template, (see below)  was a selfie taken of me goofing around after a substantial snowfall in New Hampshire.

My steps to creating this piece first began by making the photo black and white.   Then I opened it with the basic Paint program on my computer.  I started playing around with the color black by painting my hoodie to resemble a cloak.  Then I took the same black and darkened my eyes.  At this point it was pretty creepy.  Next I accentuated the wrinkles and lines in my face and did some shading around the eyes to create a gaunt appearance.  I decided to reshape the bone structure of my face with the hope of making it appear “skullish.” I did this by creating prominent cheek bones and narrowing the top of my head.  As I looked at my transitioning face, it reminded me of the Scream movies, so with that thought in mind I elongated my mouth and painted my tongue black.

I wanted to get rid of the background, so I opened the morphing face with an app called Phototastic Collage.  Using the “effects” and “light leaks” tools I came up with the screaming face above.  The face of course was still positioned in the middle.  At that point it looked good but something wasn’t quite right.  It was too centered and too symmetrical and not disturbing enough.  To rectify this, I dropped the face lower, wanting it to look as if it were peering at you from over the bottom of the frame.  I liked the outcome.  Lastly I named it and laid claim to it by signing my name at the bottom.

I hope it creeps you out as much as it does me!

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Selfie of me goofing around after a big snowfall.

 

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Macabre Art-Vampire Kitty

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Meet Jonesie!  Jonesie was our sweet rescue cat.  The beautiful tabby frequented the medical office where my wife use to work.  He would come around every day looking for a yummy bite to eat. After finding out he had no place to call his home, Corinne and I took the little rascal home to live with us.  We decided to name him Dr Jones because we love Harrison Ford in Indiana Jones and we found him at a “medical office”  …so “Dr” Jones seemed quite fitting. Eventually Dr Jones became Jonesie for short. In the photo above Jonesie was having a good roll after sunning under an autumn sun.  He was such a sweet fellow.  Unfortunately Jonesie has crossed the rainbow bring but we will never forget this handsome boy!

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Macabre Art #2: Dr Jones becomes Vampire Kitty

So this is the transformation of Dr Jones into “Vampire Kitty.”  I thought the original photo was quite interesting since his canine teeth were so prominent.  So using the photo as a template I created my Macabre Art piece number two.  I like to call it Vampire Kitty.  Dr Jones lives on!

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The Angry Entity

The following is my participation in “One-Word-Prompt” and “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.”  (175 word count; photo compliments of Barbara Taylor)

 

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Nye stared at the apartment where “it” had happened.  He was thankful for the body of water between; but the barrier did little to quell his fear.  Slowly he let his mind replay the events of that night.

The moment he emptied the last box, the clock struck midnight, and then a knock at the door.

“Strange…” he mused.  Curious, he opened the door…nothing.

“Even stranger…”  he said aloud.

Two minutes passed…another knock.   Again, nothing.

This repeated twice more.  Nye, finally threw the door open and yelled,

“Stop knocking or come the hell in!”

It came inside.

Immediately, he felt the evil entity.   Nye ran for the door, but the door closed and the lock turned.  A window opened and he felt himself being pulled towards it.  Horrified he watched as  five bloody claw marks ripped each arm.  Each time he resisted the jagged gashes grew deeper.

Screaming, he passed out.

Hours later, paramedics lifted Nye into the ambulance.    Nye overheard one say  “Poor bastard, probably threw the razor-blade out the window.

***

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(Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers is a weekly challenge where you write a story from a single photograph.  The challenge:  It must be a complete story and word count cannot be over 175)