Demons Inside Part 1

 As I sat in my house, I began to look around. As I looked to my left I saw a glass, a light yellowish brown liquid filling about a quarter of the glass with a few drops of ice, condensation forming with droplets of water rolling down the edge of the glass onto the coaster below it. To the right of it there was a cigar, still slowly burning, almost completely done with ashes all around it in the ash tray. Sadly enough, I knew it had happened again. The "demon" as I called it had taken over and done lord knows what. I hate the feeling of never knowing what I've done the night before. 

  First thing I knew, was that I needed to figure out where I was, and how to get back home. As I began to move, a pain shot through my head and I fell back to the chair. I slowly placed my hand on my head and began to rub my temples softly. Great I had a hang over again. I should be used to this pain by now but it took a few seconds to fully adjust to the lighting and the sound of bass coming from a speaker somewhere nearby. As I began to slowly move all I could feel was a painful pounding in the back of my skull as the pounding continued I had to close my eyes for a moment and let myself breath and focus. I had been hung over before but this was by far the worst time yet.

  Nausea hit me as I suddenly ran to what appeared to be a nearby bathroom. I was in luck, as soon as I got in there I found a toilet as I began to puke. It felt like my innards were being pulled out of me as I began to slowly heave repeatedly over the toilet. As I finally finished I wiped my mouth and flushed the toilet then began to rinse my face and mouth to try and help. I got up and then my jaw dropped. I looked into the hall as everything began to sink in. Blood was smeared down the walls and it all lead to a woman, beaten, bloodied, and dead.

  This wasn't the first time this has happened. I have about a fifty percent chance any time I black out like this to wake up next to someone who's dead. As I gathered my thought my body had already gone on auto pilot, I began to clean the blood and wipe everything down with bleach. Soon I wrapped up the body lugging it over to my car and put the saw and shovel it. It was time to dig. I drove off quickly down the road, trying to stay quiet and close to the speed limit. If I got pulled over this could be the end for me. Soon I saw an old familiar dirt road and began to turn onto it.

Demons Inside Final Part

  You heard the gravel under my tires crunching as I came to a slow halt. Then I opened the door, an obnoxious dinging began as I pulled the lever popping my trunk open. I took my keys out of the ignition so the dinging would stop. Then as I walked over to the trunk I inhaled and the rancid smell of a dead rotting corpse hit me in the face like a brick wall. I began my work as I laid the body out, taking the saw and going to work chopping it up. My body began working like a machine as I hacked up the lower body what blood was left splattering over me. About half way through my arms began to tire so I decided to start on the hole.
  As I had just finished digging, I saw head lights pop up. I ducked into the tree line but not quick enough, I saw the police lights flash. I hid behind a big tree as I heard the cop yell and waited patiently. He would come, they always would chase after you if you looked suspicious enough. As he ran into the woods I slammed my shovel into his face hearing the crunch of bones as I knocked him unconscious. I then took the shovel as I stood over him placing it at his throat then slamming it through, blood shooting out splattering some at first then it just began to flow softly, pooling under his upper back and the back of his head.
  Soon I had taken his head all the way off with a few hard pushes through. Back to the hole I guess, as I began to dig faster. I quickly cut up the rest of the bodies, my muscles would ache to hell and back tomorrow but the faster work would be worth it. As I quickly piled the bodies into the hole I heard the police walkie-talkie sound out that they would then be sending back up to see what had happened to him. I pilled the dirt in then made a hard u-turn as I peeled out and took back onto the road, speeding and taking the car as fast as it would go, I couldn't slow down for over twenty more miles but it would be worth it as long as I got away. Soon I had disappeared yet again. Down the road. Into the night.

The Darker Side of a Man Part 1

It was a chilly winters night as John Peterson stepped out onto the balcony of his apartment on the fifth floor of the building. He was dressed in dark black jacket that came down to about his knees, covered in pockets, as well as black leather pants that were well worn in with his customary combat boots and a beanie to cover his ears and the top of his head. He was a normal looking man who was actually very muscular and toned. His eyes a light frail blue that looked pure and innocent like the eyes of a child. He also had mixed colored hair of blond with a little light brown in it. The only reason he would be out in the cold on a day like this would be per his usual routine.

  He reached into one of his many pockets and pulled out a box of cigarettes. He made sure they were packed down well before he took one out placing it in his mouth as he closed the box and put it back in the pocket where it belonged. As he did so, he brought up his left hand and took at a small engraved zippo lighter and flipped it open pushing the wheel down. the spark flew and gas caught the flame igniting the string as he put his cigarette to it. He inhaled letting it light as he dropped his left hand and flipped the lighter shut putting it away. 

  The wind began to blow harshly again. It was going to be a dark dreadful night, much darker for some than others. As he looked out At the city he saw a few lights here and there, but it was 2 A.M. and everything was finally dying down. It was almost time to go but before that John wanted to reflect for a little bit.

The Darker Side of a Man Part 2

   As he stood there he began to think, reflect on his life up until today. He knew that none of his loved ones would approve of his current lifestyle. Why would they? He had lost all the people he cared about and was the cause of the death of his son and wife. Of course that was the risk of family and friends in this business  an assassin never got the luxury of emotional or physical attachments. He'd seen the video of their death but even as gruesome as it was he didn't give in to the tortures demands. That would due nothing but soil the sacrifice that his family had made with their lives.

  Tonight though, he would finally get the revenge which deep down he had craved from the moment he saw the knife at his wife's throat. As John finished off his cigarette he walked inside locking everything as he went into his room getting some tools for tonight's special surprise visit. He put away his many knives, daggers, and cords as he prepared. John had found his wife and son's killer. The killer's name was Daimeon Night. Soon Mr. Night would have the company of John and John couldn't wait for this event.

  He left his apartment thorough the lobby and took the stairs. It was best to keep one's body in the best possible shape. As John arrived at Mr. Night's house he was careful to check outside for dogs and anything else that may give him away. He found nothing as he slowly crept over to the fuse box. He took out his bolt cutters and then, down went Mr.Night's power. John figured he had maybe 5 minutes max to get to Mr. Night and get him restrained and silenced before the tides could be turned on him

The Darker Side of a Man Part 3

  John carefully cut out part of a window and unlocked it slowly and silently sliding it up. He had done this a million times in the past in and out you're done, but this time was different this time his target was going to suffer as he had. As he crept slowly up the stairs he heard someone moving, as he looked Mr. Night was up and about, holding a gun on guard. Apparently someone had warned him. John didn't like the looks of this but he proceeded up the steps and around a corner quiet and moving in the shadows, as if he wasn't even there. 

  Finally Mr. Night came around the corner and John took this opportunity grabbing Mr. Nights wrist and moving the gun away and chopping his throat simultaneously so as to keep him quiet. As Mr. Night gagged John took the gun and struck him over the head. Mr. Night fell crumpled on the ground unconscious as John picked him up. Upon waking up Mr. Night has been tied to a chair by steel wire.

  Mr. Night begins to stir and start to try to speak as he finds that he's been gagged, hearing the noise of his newly awakened victim John steps into the room. John says "So Mr. Night, you must know who i am by the look on your face. Fear and terror are truly an amazing look on you, I don't think I've ever seen something so beautiful, but now back to the topic at hand. See you took my family from me, while I wasn't all to attached, I believe you know the rules, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth." John paces around the chair making a small incision slowly across Mr. Night abdomen. "Now you see Mr. Night, I have a problem with how you've been running things and ruling around here," John says as he walks back to the front then leans forward whispering, "and now I've come to put an end to you and all that you've done. You'll never hurt another again."

The Darker Side of a Man Final Part

    John slowly slides his hand into Mr. Nights abdomen ripping the muscle that he didn't cut clean apart with brute force laughing at the sounds of excruciating pain escaping from Mr. Nights gagged mouth. He savored the feeling of slowly drawing his intestines back out through that same cut as he then started to take his knives and stab pressure points and main arteries all over Mr. Nights body. As Mr. Night looked he saw a camera set up in front of him, it was John's personal gift to himself. A video of the actions he was taking today to teach another the true meaning of suffering. After putting well over 20 knives into Mr. Night and hearing a blood curling scream each time he moved on to the finale.

  John slowly drew each and every organ out of Mr. Night and as John wrapped Mr. Night's intestines around his throat he began to laugh more and more, beginning to finally delight in the job of murder. One he had once dreaded. Now John began to choke Mr. Night with his own intestines as he cut open his rib cage and slid his hand in grasping Mr. Night's heart firmly he began to squeeze it tight under his grasp, slowly crushing it. As Mr. Night's body finally fell limp John cleaned his hands, he left the body and camera there as it was. It mattered not if he got caught, only that he had finally gotten the revenge that had driven him. As he slipped back out the back window escaping into the woods behind the house he couldn't help but feel empty inside, and slightly confused. He now had no goals left to live for, no one to go home to, but then the feelings that he had had killing his victim came back and a cold, ruthless, evil smile spread across his face. This may have been his first killing like this, but now that he had a taste of it, this sure wasn't going to be his last.