Weddings. They mean a lot to people. Its the day some one gives away his daughter so that she may become a wife. On that day the groom truly becomes a man because now he has a family to protect and provide for. The parents on both sides are left with a hole in their hearts because this thing that they have raised and loved for years is just up and leaving their lives with no regrets and they don't have a choice to be sad about it. The only acceptable emotion is happiness for the newly weds. In preparation for the wedding the Maid of Honor is pushed to her limits trying to organize so many things on behalf of the bride, to top it all off she has to make a bunch of women work together to pick matching dresses that can be "shortened and worn again". The Best Man and the Groom gather with all of their friends and mourn the loss of a single man but somehow still encourage him as he steps into this new phase of life.
Sounds like torture to me.
Today I have decided to crash a wedding and I don't mean I am here to pick up desperate brides maids. No, I have something special in mind for the bride and groom.
Everything is set. The groom is waiting at the alter, the brides maids and grooms men have all filled their spots and all that's left is for daddy to walk the bride down the isle. This is where I come in.
Oh, and I would just like to say that the old myth of "demons cannot enter churches" is totally false. I am sitting here in a room in the back of the church with the bride. I didn't burst into flames or anything!
The bride finally comes over to the door ready to walk down the isle. She notices her father is not here. Then she notices me. Perfect. She looks confused. I think I will enlighten her.
"Hello there my dear, You seem a little confused as to why I am back here and daddy isn't. Well, daddy isn't coming and you aren't walking down that isle. I will make sure to alert the congregation of the sudden change in plans." I inform her.
"Who are you? Why would you say such a horrible thing? Where is my father?" She rambles as panic and confusion set in. I get up and walk toward her, she runs to the door and starts pulling on the handle. I have locked all the doors and windows and she is in to much of a panic to remember how a lock works. I smile thinking about how stupid the prey can become. As she finds herself cornered she drops to the floor and cries, ruining the hours and hours that she spent on her make-up.
Now I put a lot of thought into how I was going to kill her. Seriously, I Googled "Best ways to kill a bride". I actually got results. None of them were all that interesting though, most of them were accidents. Seriously, how do you get drug to death by your horse and carriage because your dress got caught in the wheel when you fell? Humans are insane.
So I decided on the most inhumane but still timely mannered way possible. A "Blood Eagle". Confused? Good. Here is the Wiki description of it: The blood eagle is a ritualized method of execution, detailed in late skaldic poetry. Featuring in Norse Sagas, the condemned prisoner would have their spine column exposed and then their ribs severed from the spine and pulled open (to resemble wings). Finally the lungs were exposed (and in some instances covered in salt) to complete the torture and lead to the death of the prisoner. There is a continuing debate about whether the ritual was a literary invention, a mistranslation of the original texts or an actual historical practice.[
I am going to practice it today so that makes it authentic enough for me. I grab the bride by her hair and throw her to the floor, I pin her down as I rip the back of her dress open and start tearing into her flesh. It doesn't take long for me to reach her spine. Her pure white dress now has long tendrils of blood stained into it. I love how impure and unclean it is now. I reach into her and start breaking her ribs backwards. She is screaming her lungs out- get it? Lungs out?
Eh, never mind. People are beating on the doors trying to get in. I have to hurry this up a little. I rush the breaking of the ribs and then I locate her heart, I am going a little off script for this case. I remove her heart from her chest and leave it on her exposed spinal column. I tack a note to it for the husband. It read:
"One way or another, you were going to have her heart."
I unlock the doors and sneak out the back of the church, there are people out there too but they are all in a hurry to get inside the room that they don't notice me all that much. I am already in the parking lot and heading for my bike (No car, not yet anyways) when a strange feeling washes over me. I sense a soul. Not like the everyday souls of those around me, this one is different. Its more primal. The beastly instincts pulsate with the soul waves themselves. Instantly I crave that form of soul essence. I cannot pursue it today though, I have done one to many flashy things today. Dang it. I flee the scene as I replay the sounds of her ribs cracking in my mind. Ah, today was a good day.
~Soul
Hello there and welcome to a world where creatures of Light and Dark run rampant. Yes, this is your world. This is my story, I am a demon of the Panthera species and I have big plans for your world...
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Sunday, February 21, 2016
The Mail Is Gonna Be Late Today....
How did I end up in this position...
I am currently sitting across from what was supposed to be my next victim. He is a middle aged single man. He is telling me his life story. It is... pathetic.
How I ended up talking to him and not killing him:
I was waiting patiently for him to fall asleep but whilst I was hiding in his closet I couldn't stop sneezing and coughing. He heard me and instead of freaking out he offered to get me some medicine. I told him straight up that I wanted to steal his soul or his most valuable possession and he gets me medicine and hot tea.... I almost felt bad.
"I have never told anyone this before... It's my life dream... I always wanted to be a mailman." He says with the most honest expression I have ever seen. I cannot resist and start laughing my head off. Then I get choked up from my coughing.
"Why didn't you become a mailman?" I ask trying make the conversation speed up.
"I am terrified of dogs... Seriously if I hear one bark I instantly freeze up. I curl into a fetal position if I have space. Its really unfortunate how life turned out. No wife, No kid, No dream job..."
The man puts his head in his hands and drowns in self pity. Actually no, it would have been more convenient if he had drowned. I wouldn't have to do this.
"Well, I understand the hating dogs thing. I was always more of a cat person-" I start to say when he rudely interrupts me.
"So the ears and tail aren't a fashion choice?" He asks. I glare at him and continue what I was previously saying.
"-So I will do you a favor. I am going to kill you but I will let you pet me. Just once. My ears are reallllly soft..." I say trying to make it not sound awkward. I didn't do a very good job. I lean forward and bow my head. I jump a little when I actually feel him stroking my ears. How is this human not freaking out? None of the others took it very well when I made my intentions clear.
"So is this real? I am not drunk or on drugs? I mean a cat boy showed up in my house and told me he wanted to kill me so naturally I assumed someone at the bar slipped something in my drink." He says/asks. Oh. I get it now. He didn't think this was real.
How convenient for me. I have never really killed such a petty person before. In one fluid movement I knock him to the floor and put him in a stranglehold. He doesn't fight too much but I don't really give him a chance to. Once he has passed out I decide to do something odd... He got me medicine so I will do something special for his death. I snap his neck and find something sharp in the kitchen and then I-
Actually, I think I will let you read the aftermath report. To be honest my words wouldn't do it justice.
"Local mans head found in mailbox: A local business man's head was found in his mailbox early on Monday morning. The Mail Man on duty had a few kind words to say about the victim.
Jackson(the mail man): 'He was always on his front porch with a cup of coffee when I would drop the mail off. We always exchanged small talk. He seemed like an all around decent guy.'
That is the only patron that knew the victim."
~Hanran
"Murder in uptown Motown: Mans head found in mail box.
Victim found early Monday morning, it appears he was murdered sometime last night and the murderer stayed until early hours to cleanly decapitate him. Vicious crimes like this are unheard of in such nice areas. Are we safe? Do we have a local serial killer starting his/her career? So many questions not enough answers."
From: The Local PastaShop
By: ~Aki
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Saturday, February 20, 2016
Sneak peak
So over the past few weekends I have enlightened you to my lifes story, but what now?
Well, this weekend I stalked my stalkers... Scared some children.
Literally, after Morganton-Con I went to a children's park and just sat on the swings till all the parents gave me dirty looks and took their children and left. -_- I think they discriminate against the mentally insane or maybe its because or maybe it was cause I was still covered in blood from my most recent kill......
Oh and I may or may not have written about who I killed and how. You get to enjoy that tomorrow.
Good night don't let the soul thieves bite.
~Soul
Well, this weekend I stalked my stalkers... Scared some children.
Literally, after Morganton-Con I went to a children's park and just sat on the swings till all the parents gave me dirty looks and took their children and left. -_- I think they discriminate against the mentally insane or maybe its because or maybe it was cause I was still covered in blood from my most recent kill......
Oh and I may or may not have written about who I killed and how. You get to enjoy that tomorrow.
Good night don't let the soul thieves bite.
~Soul
Tuesday, February 16, 2016
Not What I Expected...
So one of my stalkers (Found out her name. Its "Hanran") got me a present for Valentines Day. What a hassle. She got me a red body pillow. I was expecting an actual body pillow.... Like something fleshy and cuddly... Instead I got something plushy and somewhat cuddly...
I keep learning things about this "Valentines Day" and I don't like it -_-
~Soul
I keep learning things about this "Valentines Day" and I don't like it -_-
~Soul
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Sunday, February 14, 2016
Soul Thief Valentines Day Special 2016: Part 2
She came to the restaurant again today. She just kept apologizing for springing her feelings on me. I felt kind of bad for her so I agreed to meet with her and talk it out after my shift. I am an idiot.
She wanted to meet outside of a church by the fountain. Well its 15 degrees out and even the fountain is frozen. Yeah, yeah. Monsters get cold too. Now if I were hunting someone down or had the thrill of the kill in me then I wouldn't be cold, in fact I imagine I would be pretty hot. Just considering going treasure hunting brings out a warmth from the hollow insides that use to contain my soul. As I wonder what type of person would contain something interesting the girl shows up.
"Oh, Cole! You actually came!" She says with joy. I wince at the sound of my old name.
"Please, don't call me that. Its not my real name." I say faking an embarrassing downward glance. She looks hurt.
"Oh I see... So you didn't give me your real name. You must really hate me." She says all joy seemingly gone. Ugh what a pain.
"No its not that. I love all humans." I say, and its true. I love their souls, the way they taste, the treasures they hold. I sit on the edge of the fountain and she comes and sits beside me. Its awkward. She turns and presents me with a little heart shaped box. I raise a questioning eyebrow at her.
"Well.. Um.. You see, I am from out of town and I leave in the morning. My mom thought it was silly for me to develop a crush for you since I wouldn't be able to see you ever again but I tried to tell her that there is all kinds of ways to keep in touch, like texts and FaceBook. I guess sense you just told me you loved me that you feel the same way, right?" She says with out taking a breath. She glances at the box and adds,
"Oh and these are chocolates that I bought for you. I know its supposed to be the guy who gives them out but its the 21st century." She says faking confidence. How annoying. Any feelings I had of pity are gone now. She is just a love sick puppy that is thinking based off of pure emotion an- wait. Did she say that I said I loved her?
"Wait a moment, I think you may have misunderstood what I said. I said I love all humans. Not one specifically." I say hoping that will clear it up. She considers this for a moment and slides a little closer to me.
"So what your saying is, your single?" She say hopefully. I can't believe this kid. *FACE PALM* I slap my forehead with my palm. No other options. I turn to her with my deadly stare.
"No. See kid, the thing is, you should have listened to your mother. Little girls don't need to be playing around with bad guys. You don't know a thing about me so let me educate you. I am a monster, a beast. I murder humans and collect their souls! Unless they have a treasure to offer me in exchange for their life... But that's all in the fine print. I am here to rid the world of hopeless fools like you." I say getting more into it the more I speak, I see her eyes tear up and she leans away from me. She gets what I am saying but I can't stop now, I have said to much and lost all control. I lean in a whisper gently in her ear,
"I will give you a 10 second head start. If I were you, I would run fast. Hehehehe..." I let my words linger in her ears for 5 seconds. I lean back and remind her,
"Only 5 seconds left." I smile and lick my lips. She gasps and takes off running, tripping over everything and anything. I can't help but laugh off the last 5 seconds. My watch ticks over to 12AM. With a grin I announce,
"Times up." I take off after her. I am going to kill her, then I have to change jobs. She will never know how much she ruined things.
I found a good paying job as a waiter at a coffee shop in the middle of no where (Yet some how not to far away from the city). It was perfect. I bet her family was on their way to the beach when the unexpected snow storm hit. They probably pulled off onto the first exit ramp they saw. That was a bad idea on their part. My sleeve catches a tree branch and pulls me back to my current task. The girl. Currently I am chasing her further into the back streets of downtown, soon we will hit the woods between here and the interstate. Its easy to follow her footprints, I like hunting in the snow. The footprints lead to a bramble bush (Those sharp things that can be dull but also tear your hands and legs to shreds.) Great... I take off my leather coat and drop it in the snow, no use ruining it over her. I pick my way through the brambles. Its not that hard because she thrashed through here making a decent path. I notice drops of her blood in the snow. I can't help but get even more excited. I can smell her blood, she is close by. I go a few more steps and I can hear her panting. She is on her knees in the snow.
"Is that all you have in you?" I ask disappointed. I approach her from behind. She starts crying. They always start crying. I scoff.
"Knock it off." I say almost a whisper. Believe it or not I feel a moment of discomfort knowing I am about to steal a younger girls soul. She reminds me of a friend of mine, this is odd though because I have been lusting after my friends soul for a long time... Shouldn't I be thrilled to get something like it? I shake my head to free myself of those thoughts. Remember what you are doing Soul!
"Why? Why do you have to kill me?" She says, turning and looking at me over her shoulder. Any other guy probably would have fallen for that.
"Because. I am bored." I say, its not untrue. I am bored, and I have been wanting to try these new methods of stealing ones soul. The only way I know how is by sucking their soul out however the old saying "The eyes are a window to the soul" got me thinking....
I turn her head an look deep into her eyes, there is definitely soul essence there. How do I get it out? I reach for her eyes and she tries to pull herself free from my grasp. I had been gentle but now I dig my claws into her throat.
"Don't distract me." I growl in her ear. I plunge my fingers into her eye socket and try to fish out her eye. My technique is rough and messy but the eye comes out with out much of a fight. I can feel her soul breaking apart now that its lost some of its essence. I retrieve the other eye and let her screams of pain wash over me. Her soul is shattered now. All that's left is to make sure her body doesn't survive. Her face is covered in blood. I can't help but to lick a drop of it off my fingers. She winces at the sound of my tongue rasping against my claws. I prepare to rip out her throat but I hear something that gives me a more interesting idea. A train horn sounds in the distance, I had forgotten the tracks ran between the interstate and town. I drag her by her hair to the tracks, I can see the trains light in the distance. I place her on the tracks and stand behind her. She doesn't know it but she is facing the trains direction.
"What are you doing?" She says in between sobs. I am about to do something truly cruel.
"I am letting you enjoy your last few minutes alive in the arms of the one you thought you loved." I say with a sneer. I wrap my arms around her, not to embrace her but to keep her from running. Instantly she starts fighting against me but she is weak. I lean and whisper in her ear,
"This is your fate. Thank you for enlightening me on how much fun Valentines Day can be." I say. I am truly thankful, Valentines Day is a good tool for hunting. She can feel the tracks vibrating now. The train is blairing its horn hoping we will move.
"You are a monster." She says as I jump out of the way, leaving her to her fate. The train screeches its brakes trying to stop but there isn't enough time. Her small body is demolished by the train.
I take my queue and leave the way I came.
I reclaim my leather jacket from the brambles and put it on over my now bloody white button up work shirt. I go back to the fountain and retrieve the box of chocolates. Out of sheer curiousity I open it up to find 5 little chocolates and a note. It read,
"Dear Cole,
I know this might sound strange but I think I am truly in love with you. We have only exchanged small talk so far but I hope that you will give me the chance to make you fall in love with me too. If I have to I am willing to run away with you. I hope you enjoy these chocolates. Happy Valentines Day, Cole.
XOXOXO Julia"
I crinkle up the note and stuff it in my pocket. What was this girl 4? Geez. I knew I had 2 stalkers but for me to have missed this one.... Then again I was feeling really paranoid whenever I was at work so maybe it wasn't all in my head. Whatever, time to try these chocolates.
I pick one and pop it in my mouth. The initial taste of the chocolate is pretty good but once I bite into it and taste the orange filling my mouth started watering. That is delicious! I wonder if they all taste like that? I put another one in my mouth and bite into it. This flavor its.... Not pleasant. It is... let me try to type my reaction.
"EEEK BLAH AHG NO! NEVER AGAIN!" Then follow that with 3 bottles of mouth wash :)
I don't understand why everyone loves Chocolate. Its the devil. Wait no, that's me.
~Soul
She wanted to meet outside of a church by the fountain. Well its 15 degrees out and even the fountain is frozen. Yeah, yeah. Monsters get cold too. Now if I were hunting someone down or had the thrill of the kill in me then I wouldn't be cold, in fact I imagine I would be pretty hot. Just considering going treasure hunting brings out a warmth from the hollow insides that use to contain my soul. As I wonder what type of person would contain something interesting the girl shows up.
"Oh, Cole! You actually came!" She says with joy. I wince at the sound of my old name.
"Please, don't call me that. Its not my real name." I say faking an embarrassing downward glance. She looks hurt.
"Oh I see... So you didn't give me your real name. You must really hate me." She says all joy seemingly gone. Ugh what a pain.
"No its not that. I love all humans." I say, and its true. I love their souls, the way they taste, the treasures they hold. I sit on the edge of the fountain and she comes and sits beside me. Its awkward. She turns and presents me with a little heart shaped box. I raise a questioning eyebrow at her.
"Well.. Um.. You see, I am from out of town and I leave in the morning. My mom thought it was silly for me to develop a crush for you since I wouldn't be able to see you ever again but I tried to tell her that there is all kinds of ways to keep in touch, like texts and FaceBook. I guess sense you just told me you loved me that you feel the same way, right?" She says with out taking a breath. She glances at the box and adds,
"Oh and these are chocolates that I bought for you. I know its supposed to be the guy who gives them out but its the 21st century." She says faking confidence. How annoying. Any feelings I had of pity are gone now. She is just a love sick puppy that is thinking based off of pure emotion an- wait. Did she say that I said I loved her?
"Wait a moment, I think you may have misunderstood what I said. I said I love all humans. Not one specifically." I say hoping that will clear it up. She considers this for a moment and slides a little closer to me.
"So what your saying is, your single?" She say hopefully. I can't believe this kid. *FACE PALM* I slap my forehead with my palm. No other options. I turn to her with my deadly stare.
"No. See kid, the thing is, you should have listened to your mother. Little girls don't need to be playing around with bad guys. You don't know a thing about me so let me educate you. I am a monster, a beast. I murder humans and collect their souls! Unless they have a treasure to offer me in exchange for their life... But that's all in the fine print. I am here to rid the world of hopeless fools like you." I say getting more into it the more I speak, I see her eyes tear up and she leans away from me. She gets what I am saying but I can't stop now, I have said to much and lost all control. I lean in a whisper gently in her ear,
"I will give you a 10 second head start. If I were you, I would run fast. Hehehehe..." I let my words linger in her ears for 5 seconds. I lean back and remind her,
"Only 5 seconds left." I smile and lick my lips. She gasps and takes off running, tripping over everything and anything. I can't help but laugh off the last 5 seconds. My watch ticks over to 12AM. With a grin I announce,
"Times up." I take off after her. I am going to kill her, then I have to change jobs. She will never know how much she ruined things.
I found a good paying job as a waiter at a coffee shop in the middle of no where (Yet some how not to far away from the city). It was perfect. I bet her family was on their way to the beach when the unexpected snow storm hit. They probably pulled off onto the first exit ramp they saw. That was a bad idea on their part. My sleeve catches a tree branch and pulls me back to my current task. The girl. Currently I am chasing her further into the back streets of downtown, soon we will hit the woods between here and the interstate. Its easy to follow her footprints, I like hunting in the snow. The footprints lead to a bramble bush (Those sharp things that can be dull but also tear your hands and legs to shreds.) Great... I take off my leather coat and drop it in the snow, no use ruining it over her. I pick my way through the brambles. Its not that hard because she thrashed through here making a decent path. I notice drops of her blood in the snow. I can't help but get even more excited. I can smell her blood, she is close by. I go a few more steps and I can hear her panting. She is on her knees in the snow.
"Is that all you have in you?" I ask disappointed. I approach her from behind. She starts crying. They always start crying. I scoff.
"Knock it off." I say almost a whisper. Believe it or not I feel a moment of discomfort knowing I am about to steal a younger girls soul. She reminds me of a friend of mine, this is odd though because I have been lusting after my friends soul for a long time... Shouldn't I be thrilled to get something like it? I shake my head to free myself of those thoughts. Remember what you are doing Soul!
"Why? Why do you have to kill me?" She says, turning and looking at me over her shoulder. Any other guy probably would have fallen for that.
"Because. I am bored." I say, its not untrue. I am bored, and I have been wanting to try these new methods of stealing ones soul. The only way I know how is by sucking their soul out however the old saying "The eyes are a window to the soul" got me thinking....
I turn her head an look deep into her eyes, there is definitely soul essence there. How do I get it out? I reach for her eyes and she tries to pull herself free from my grasp. I had been gentle but now I dig my claws into her throat.
"Don't distract me." I growl in her ear. I plunge my fingers into her eye socket and try to fish out her eye. My technique is rough and messy but the eye comes out with out much of a fight. I can feel her soul breaking apart now that its lost some of its essence. I retrieve the other eye and let her screams of pain wash over me. Her soul is shattered now. All that's left is to make sure her body doesn't survive. Her face is covered in blood. I can't help but to lick a drop of it off my fingers. She winces at the sound of my tongue rasping against my claws. I prepare to rip out her throat but I hear something that gives me a more interesting idea. A train horn sounds in the distance, I had forgotten the tracks ran between the interstate and town. I drag her by her hair to the tracks, I can see the trains light in the distance. I place her on the tracks and stand behind her. She doesn't know it but she is facing the trains direction.
"What are you doing?" She says in between sobs. I am about to do something truly cruel.
"I am letting you enjoy your last few minutes alive in the arms of the one you thought you loved." I say with a sneer. I wrap my arms around her, not to embrace her but to keep her from running. Instantly she starts fighting against me but she is weak. I lean and whisper in her ear,
"This is your fate. Thank you for enlightening me on how much fun Valentines Day can be." I say. I am truly thankful, Valentines Day is a good tool for hunting. She can feel the tracks vibrating now. The train is blairing its horn hoping we will move.
"You are a monster." She says as I jump out of the way, leaving her to her fate. The train screeches its brakes trying to stop but there isn't enough time. Her small body is demolished by the train.
I take my queue and leave the way I came.
I reclaim my leather jacket from the brambles and put it on over my now bloody white button up work shirt. I go back to the fountain and retrieve the box of chocolates. Out of sheer curiousity I open it up to find 5 little chocolates and a note. It read,
"Dear Cole,
I know this might sound strange but I think I am truly in love with you. We have only exchanged small talk so far but I hope that you will give me the chance to make you fall in love with me too. If I have to I am willing to run away with you. I hope you enjoy these chocolates. Happy Valentines Day, Cole.
XOXOXO Julia"
I crinkle up the note and stuff it in my pocket. What was this girl 4? Geez. I knew I had 2 stalkers but for me to have missed this one.... Then again I was feeling really paranoid whenever I was at work so maybe it wasn't all in my head. Whatever, time to try these chocolates.
I pick one and pop it in my mouth. The initial taste of the chocolate is pretty good but once I bite into it and taste the orange filling my mouth started watering. That is delicious! I wonder if they all taste like that? I put another one in my mouth and bite into it. This flavor its.... Not pleasant. It is... let me try to type my reaction.
"EEEK BLAH AHG NO! NEVER AGAIN!" Then follow that with 3 bottles of mouth wash :)
I don't understand why everyone loves Chocolate. Its the devil. Wait no, that's me.
~Soul
Soul Thief Valentines Day Special 2016: Part 1
A day of hearts and chocolates huh? I can't remember ever eating chocolate but I know hearts are of interest to me.
This girl at work mentioned it to me. She wanted to know if I would be her "Valentine" I politely declined because 1. She is a customer and I am her usual waiter and 2. I don't know what that is.
So I turn to Google. I get this.
This girl at work mentioned it to me. She wanted to know if I would be her "Valentine" I politely declined because 1. She is a customer and I am her usual waiter and 2. I don't know what that is.
So I turn to Google. I get this.
Val·en·tine's Day
noun
noun: Valentine's Day; noun: St Valentine's Day; noun: Saint Valentine's Day
February 14, a day when it is traditional to send a card, often anonymously, to a person one is romantically involved with or attracted to.
"for Valentine's Day, your beloved has planned a romantic date"
Romantic? Date? More things to research. This girl is turning my weekend boring.
The first result I got says its a fruit? Why would I want one of those?
Date palm
Fruit
Phoenix dactylifera is a flowering plant species in the palm family Arecaceae, cultivated for its edible sweet fruit. Although its place of origin is unknown because of long cultivation, it probably originated from lands around Iraq.
I will try adding the word Romantic.
.....On second thought don't google "What is a romantic date?".
Also don't make a typo and put "What is a romantic dare?".
Something's cannot be undone...
None the less it appears this customer has a crush on me. It would be wrong to deny her and at the same time I can't really eat her soul cause she is a customer. Oh well I have to work later anyways, maybe she will be there and I can politely decline again.
Saturday, February 13, 2016
Soul Thief: Souls Story (Part 4) (Converted from the Original)
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| Oh, how he kills.
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"A house. No, That house. That is the one.
A window. That window. Yes, this is it. What treasures do you hold?" I think to myself, mumbling the last part out loud. Once inside the room belonging to the window I see my victim. A young girl, probably 17. I inspect her and her bed, nothing looks worthy.
"You selfish witch." I say while standing by her bed. I flex my hand before bringing it down over her mouth and the lower half of her face with enough force I can hear her nose snap. Her eyes shoot open in horror, her body shudders while the shock sets in. I stare at her green eyes(?) awed by how gorgeous terror looks on her.
"Tell you what, I am taking those with me." I say, really only for my own benefit. With my other hand I hovers over her right eye measuring the width. I smiles in delight as I dig my pointer and middle fingers, nails first, into her tear duct. I dig my thumb down into her eye socket getting a loose grip on her now bloody eye. I start pulling the
eye out slowly watching as her left eye streams tears and the right streams blood.
*SNAP* The eye breaks free and I tuck it into my pocket.
"Now your soul." I lean over her, face to face, extending my jaw. I am pleased with myself, it appears I have also broken her jaw. With her good eye she sees my fangs. Not super natural fangs, just good enough to bite the life out of you. I sink my fangs into her, securing her to me like a locking mechanism. I taste her blood as I start to suck the life out of her.
"Sister?" A small voice says. I stop and look at the door, a boy about 9 years of age stands there staring at me wide eyed.
"Come here child." I say in a smooth voice and then lick the blood off my lips. The child takes a step toward me, the girls body shudders as her organs shutdown. Her soul was long gone.
"It's alright child. I came to see what your sister had to offer me. Sadly she was unprepared. What do you have to offer me?" I ask, eyeing the boy curiously.
"I don't have anything for you, sir." The boy says uncertain if this is real or a nightmare.
"That's fine. I have an idea as to what you can do for me instead." I reach for the girls cell phone and dial 911.
"When the lady answers tell her you have murdered your sister and your parents are next if the cops don't hurry. If you do I will give you a prize." I say in a charismatic tone. The boy nods and does as he was told.
"What is my prize?" The boy asks.
I reach in my pocket and hand the boy his sisters eye. The boy freezes in confusion and fear. I head for the window and say,
"Her soul was enough for me."
I am well on my way back to my apartment but I still wonder what's happening back at that home. Did the police believe that boy killed his sister? How did the parents react? Is that child scarred for life? I hope so. He made me give up my treasure, though I got her soul so that was all I required. Still though... I need to stop getting distracted by such little things. Humans. I love them yet somehow they disgust me.
I still have a goal, I need to find the other Soul Thieves and I need to find those who know my secret. I have been followed for some time now but I can't really identify who is following me. The only thing I know is that they aren't human and their souls feel fantastic....
(I don't have a fun picture to start this story so please take fun sentences instead)
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"A house. No, That house. That is the one.
A window. That window. Yes, this is it. What treasures do you hold?" I think to myself, mumbling the last part out loud. Once inside the room belonging to the window I see my victim. A young girl, probably 17. I inspect her and her bed, nothing looks worthy.
"You selfish witch." I say while standing by her bed. I flex my hand before bringing it down over her mouth and the lower half of her face with enough force I can hear her nose snap. Her eyes shoot open in horror, her body shudders while the shock sets in. I stare at her green eyes(?) awed by how gorgeous terror looks on her.
"Tell you what, I am taking those with me." I say, really only for my own benefit. With my other hand I hovers over her right eye measuring the width. I smiles in delight as I dig my pointer and middle fingers, nails first, into her tear duct. I dig my thumb down into her eye socket getting a loose grip on her now bloody eye. I start pulling the
eye out slowly watching as her left eye streams tears and the right streams blood.
*SNAP* The eye breaks free and I tuck it into my pocket.
"Now your soul." I lean over her, face to face, extending my jaw. I am pleased with myself, it appears I have also broken her jaw. With her good eye she sees my fangs. Not super natural fangs, just good enough to bite the life out of you. I sink my fangs into her, securing her to me like a locking mechanism. I taste her blood as I start to suck the life out of her.
"Sister?" A small voice says. I stop and look at the door, a boy about 9 years of age stands there staring at me wide eyed.
"Come here child." I say in a smooth voice and then lick the blood off my lips. The child takes a step toward me, the girls body shudders as her organs shutdown. Her soul was long gone.
"It's alright child. I came to see what your sister had to offer me. Sadly she was unprepared. What do you have to offer me?" I ask, eyeing the boy curiously.
"I don't have anything for you, sir." The boy says uncertain if this is real or a nightmare.
"That's fine. I have an idea as to what you can do for me instead." I reach for the girls cell phone and dial 911.
"When the lady answers tell her you have murdered your sister and your parents are next if the cops don't hurry. If you do I will give you a prize." I say in a charismatic tone. The boy nods and does as he was told.
"What is my prize?" The boy asks.
I reach in my pocket and hand the boy his sisters eye. The boy freezes in confusion and fear. I head for the window and say,
"Her soul was enough for me."
I am well on my way back to my apartment but I still wonder what's happening back at that home. Did the police believe that boy killed his sister? How did the parents react? Is that child scarred for life? I hope so. He made me give up my treasure, though I got her soul so that was all I required. Still though... I need to stop getting distracted by such little things. Humans. I love them yet somehow they disgust me.
I still have a goal, I need to find the other Soul Thieves and I need to find those who know my secret. I have been followed for some time now but I can't really identify who is following me. The only thing I know is that they aren't human and their souls feel fantastic....
Friday, February 12, 2016
Something Special For The Weekend
This weekend has a holiday in it so to celebrate I have a Valentines day special!!! It has 2 parts to it.
So this weekends release will go,
Saturday: Soul Thief: Souls Story (Part 4)
Sunday Morning: Soul Thief Valentines Day Special (Part 1)
Sunday Evening: Soul Thief Valentines Day Special (Part 2)
After this my complete story will be out so I can go back to my random posts and I can go back to hunting... I will still do special posts for you on the weekends though :)
~Soul
So this weekends release will go,
Saturday: Soul Thief: Souls Story (Part 4)
Sunday Morning: Soul Thief Valentines Day Special (Part 1)
Sunday Evening: Soul Thief Valentines Day Special (Part 2)
After this my complete story will be out so I can go back to my random posts and I can go back to hunting... I will still do special posts for you on the weekends though :)
~Soul
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Sunday, February 7, 2016
Soul Thief: Souls Story (Part 2)
Soul Thief Part 2
When we last looked in on our little demon he was passing out to the sound of a demons cackle.
I come to but I am in a bit of a haze. I open my eyes and everything is a little fuzzy, I see people in white jumpsuits everywhere. I hear them talking and running back and forth but I feel like I have my head in a fish bowl. I try to move a little and realize my head is throbbing. Instantly I become nauseous and have to lay back down. The figures around me notice my movement and everything goes still. While its all quiet my head clears a little and I hear a few solid words.
"Get the cops! The boy is alive!" I ponder these words not really able to process what's going on until a person yanks me up by the collar of my shirt and puts some handcuffs on me. The sudden movement makes me throw up all over myself. I am disgusted, exhausted and confused. I black out once more.
The world as I knew it was over.
I wake up to the sound of beeping. Its a slow high pitched beeping, I open my eyes to find myself in a hospital room. Instantly I panic and try to sit up. The amount of force I use to pull myself up is thrown back at me, I am strapped to the bed and can't move.
"Nu.. Nurse?" I barely ask. My throat is incredibly dry. Somehow a nurse must have heard me because one comes into my room a moment later. She doesn't look up at me and just checks the machine. I hate being ignored.
"Nu.. Nurse?!" I ask, my voice feeling a little stronger. She jumps and backs herself into the wall. She stares at me wide eyed then runs from the room in a panic. That was odd. I twist my head to get a better look around the room. The window is really small and everything is white.. This doesn't look like a hospital... Just then someone comes into my room. A male doctor and a man in a police uniform.
"Now Coal, I am going to undo one of your restraints so you can sit up and talk to the officer. Don't try anything too active yet." The doctor says with a hint of warning in his voice. I nod my head and watch him undo the straps. I feel a sense of freedom after he lets me sit up. The officer sits in a chair beside my bed and the doctor stands at the end of my bed. No one is talking. What the heck, here goes.
"Where am I?" I ask. I might as well always be the ice breaker. The doctor glances towards the officer and the officer nods.
"Well you see, this is a mental institution. You have been unconscious for about a week but you were deemed too dangerous to be kept in a hospital after.. certain circumstances." The doctor says with an ominous tone. I process this information slowly...
"What 'circumstances'?" I ask. Though it is probably the wrong question. I should be asking why he knows my name. Suddenly a horrible noise rings in my ears, the noise from that monster laughing. That entire night floods back into my memory and it clicks. The doctor opens his mouth to answer my previous question but I interrupt him.
"Wait, this doesn't have anything to do with my family does it?" I can't resist asking. The officer takes out a pen a writes on a little note pad. The doctor drops all of his fake bedside manor.
"Yes. In fact, it has everything to do with that. I am not the one who is going to ask questions about that though. While you are here and under my care I request that you behave yourself, anything less than polite and I will have you sent straight to jail. I am trying to be your friend Coal, don't make me be a bad guy." The doctor says in a serious tone. I can't help myself and I fail to stifle a laugh as he says the last part. The doctor slams his fist on the rail at the end of the bed.
"Coal! I am serious! You are in a lot of trouble here. What happens next is up to you." He says and then leaves the room shaking his head.
"Alright. This isn't an interrogation, if you don't want to say something you don't have to. Do you understand?" The officer asks. I nod my head in response, Oh geez. What have I done to end up in here?
"My name is Ryan, do you mind if I call you Coal? Or would you prefer something more formal?" Ryan asks me. I consider this and decide its harmless to let him use my name.
"Coal is fine." I say. It sounds weird saying my name out loud. I have always hated it.
"Ok good. Coal, what is the last thing you can recall from before this morning?" Ryan asks while opening a new page in his notebook. I stumble through my thoughts. How am I supposed to make that night sound plausible...
"I am going to be entirely honest with you because that's just how I work." I say, faking confidence.
"I remember getting into a fight at school. Some jerk got mad 'cause I got the better of him and started a fight. I won because brains over brawns am I right?" I say trying to lighten the mood a little. The officer arches an eyebrow at me. He doesn't think it's funny.
"I remember the long ride home. My mom wasn't very happy with me so I got an ear full all the way home. When we got home she brought something up that struck a nerve." I hesitate. I don't like to think about my Grandpappies funeral.
"So you killed her and your father?" Ryan asks in a flat voice.
I do the manly version of a gasp and then retake control of my emotions.
"No way! No flipping way! Are you telling me that they are dead? They really are dead? It wasn't just a horrible nightmare?" If my parents are dead that means that monsters actually exist. That means That monster exists.
"Slow down Coal. Are you saying that someone else murdered your parents?" Ryan asks me, clearly not believing a word of it.
"Well yeah, at least something did. He came in through my window that night. He came for my soul except I had something to offer him instead. I had my grandpappies watch, it was priceless. That schmuck from school stole it though. So instead I gave it a picture of my family.. He took me literally though. So he stole my family's souls." As I utter the last few words rage takes over, everyone is going to blame me for this. I can't control myself.
"I AM GOING TO KILL THAT SCHMUCK AND THAT BEAST TOO! " I yell despite my best interests. The cop jumps a little, surprised by my outburst.
"If that's how you are going to act the I am going to leave you here to rot. You are a monster that killed your family, I don't know why I even tried to get your side of the story." The officer says, not in the yell that I expected. He says it in a serious, quiet way. You know he means every word of it. That hurts me... How could he think I was a monster?.. Sure I am pretty sadistic and don't mind a ton of blood but that doesn't mean I want to steal souls and eat flesh! The more I think about it the angrier I get. I can't help but be furious, I am in the middle of a mental fit as the nurse walks in. Perfect. I remain calm as she checks my vitals and such.
"Alright young man, you have made an amazing recovery. To think that when they first found you they reported you as dead for a full 2 hours." She rambles as I lay there motionless. I display a look of helplessness. She glances at me then at the door. She leans in and whispers to me,
"I am going to undo these ridiculous straps for a little while. I don't think you are dangerous." She winks as she finishes her sentence. She hurries as she undoes the straps and I can't help but let a smile creep onto my face. Not a meek smile, a smile worthy of the devil.
She sits up and looks at me as I stretch my arms. Instantly she reeks of fear.
"What- What are you?" she asks in a terrified stupor. I laugh as I stand up. Slowly I walk towards her and before I realize what I am doing I have her pinned to the wall by her throat.
"I guess I am a monster after all. Now tell me, what do you have that contains some value?" I ask already knowing the answer that I seek. She digs her hands into her pockets and retrieves a cell phone, pack of cigarettes and a set of keys. Perfect. She starts to sputter so I loosen my grip just a smidge and I retrieve her items.
"Tell me, am I a monster or a human?" I whisper in her ear.
"Human." She spits out at me. I lose the smile of pleasure.
"Liar. We both know I am a beast!" I yell into her face. I dig my nails into her skin and the sounds of her screams fill my ears. I throw her to the other side of the room, she is nothing but a corpse to me now. As I head towards the door she presses the emergency button on the wall. Dang it. I turn and walk back over to her with a vicious smile on my face, she is going to die. She looks up at me with a defiant smile.
"You shouldn't have done that. Now they are all going to die." I say in a flat tone. She whimpers a little as she tries to back away. Her leg appears broken so she can't run. I grab her hair and start bashing her face into the wall until she leaves bloody marks. I laugh sadistically as I turn her over and rip her throat open, just incase she was still alive. Blood pools around my feet in a familiar way. My head aches as I remember That night. The pool of blood, my parents and the monster. I remember the flesh in his teeth... I wonder what humans taste like... I raise the nurses arm up to my mouth. I am crazy. I take a bite out of her and let the blood fill my mouth. I have never tasted anything like this before, its hard to describe. The meat is chewy and the veins are stringy but the blood... It is iron-y... Irony. That's the perfect word for this situation. I never knew I was surrounded by such delicious beings. I turn and walk outside of my room which is now a bloody mess. I stride down the hall as I see guards running towards me. I twirl the keys and smile, this is going to be fun.
Clips from local news and journals.
"Bloody massacre at the mental institution: A patient under investigation for murdering his family got a hold of a set of keys and tore the place to pieces. 114 people confirmed dead, another 100 unidentified bodies.
In all 214 victims and they still don't have a lead except for one sentence written in blood.
"My name is Soul" What does it mean? Will the cops find the murderer? Will we live long enough for them to do so?" ~Aki, The Local PastaShop
"I have never seen so many bodies or so much blood. Half of the task force had to leave within the first few minutes from stomach sickness. I tried to take pictures but was escorted off of the property. I will never know how something can kill so willingly. I am going to find this monster and I will bring justice to all of these people, with or without the police's help." ~Hanran, a local detective.
The monster is born.
When we last looked in on our little demon he was passing out to the sound of a demons cackle.
I come to but I am in a bit of a haze. I open my eyes and everything is a little fuzzy, I see people in white jumpsuits everywhere. I hear them talking and running back and forth but I feel like I have my head in a fish bowl. I try to move a little and realize my head is throbbing. Instantly I become nauseous and have to lay back down. The figures around me notice my movement and everything goes still. While its all quiet my head clears a little and I hear a few solid words.
"Get the cops! The boy is alive!" I ponder these words not really able to process what's going on until a person yanks me up by the collar of my shirt and puts some handcuffs on me. The sudden movement makes me throw up all over myself. I am disgusted, exhausted and confused. I black out once more.
The world as I knew it was over.
I wake up to the sound of beeping. Its a slow high pitched beeping, I open my eyes to find myself in a hospital room. Instantly I panic and try to sit up. The amount of force I use to pull myself up is thrown back at me, I am strapped to the bed and can't move.
"Nu.. Nurse?" I barely ask. My throat is incredibly dry. Somehow a nurse must have heard me because one comes into my room a moment later. She doesn't look up at me and just checks the machine. I hate being ignored.
"Nu.. Nurse?!" I ask, my voice feeling a little stronger. She jumps and backs herself into the wall. She stares at me wide eyed then runs from the room in a panic. That was odd. I twist my head to get a better look around the room. The window is really small and everything is white.. This doesn't look like a hospital... Just then someone comes into my room. A male doctor and a man in a police uniform.
"Now Coal, I am going to undo one of your restraints so you can sit up and talk to the officer. Don't try anything too active yet." The doctor says with a hint of warning in his voice. I nod my head and watch him undo the straps. I feel a sense of freedom after he lets me sit up. The officer sits in a chair beside my bed and the doctor stands at the end of my bed. No one is talking. What the heck, here goes.
"Where am I?" I ask. I might as well always be the ice breaker. The doctor glances towards the officer and the officer nods.
"Well you see, this is a mental institution. You have been unconscious for about a week but you were deemed too dangerous to be kept in a hospital after.. certain circumstances." The doctor says with an ominous tone. I process this information slowly...
"What 'circumstances'?" I ask. Though it is probably the wrong question. I should be asking why he knows my name. Suddenly a horrible noise rings in my ears, the noise from that monster laughing. That entire night floods back into my memory and it clicks. The doctor opens his mouth to answer my previous question but I interrupt him.
"Wait, this doesn't have anything to do with my family does it?" I can't resist asking. The officer takes out a pen a writes on a little note pad. The doctor drops all of his fake bedside manor.
"Yes. In fact, it has everything to do with that. I am not the one who is going to ask questions about that though. While you are here and under my care I request that you behave yourself, anything less than polite and I will have you sent straight to jail. I am trying to be your friend Coal, don't make me be a bad guy." The doctor says in a serious tone. I can't help myself and I fail to stifle a laugh as he says the last part. The doctor slams his fist on the rail at the end of the bed.
"Coal! I am serious! You are in a lot of trouble here. What happens next is up to you." He says and then leaves the room shaking his head.
"Alright. This isn't an interrogation, if you don't want to say something you don't have to. Do you understand?" The officer asks. I nod my head in response, Oh geez. What have I done to end up in here?
"My name is Ryan, do you mind if I call you Coal? Or would you prefer something more formal?" Ryan asks me. I consider this and decide its harmless to let him use my name.
"Coal is fine." I say. It sounds weird saying my name out loud. I have always hated it.
"Ok good. Coal, what is the last thing you can recall from before this morning?" Ryan asks while opening a new page in his notebook. I stumble through my thoughts. How am I supposed to make that night sound plausible...
"I am going to be entirely honest with you because that's just how I work." I say, faking confidence.
"I remember getting into a fight at school. Some jerk got mad 'cause I got the better of him and started a fight. I won because brains over brawns am I right?" I say trying to lighten the mood a little. The officer arches an eyebrow at me. He doesn't think it's funny.
"I remember the long ride home. My mom wasn't very happy with me so I got an ear full all the way home. When we got home she brought something up that struck a nerve." I hesitate. I don't like to think about my Grandpappies funeral.
"So you killed her and your father?" Ryan asks in a flat voice.
I do the manly version of a gasp and then retake control of my emotions.
"No way! No flipping way! Are you telling me that they are dead? They really are dead? It wasn't just a horrible nightmare?" If my parents are dead that means that monsters actually exist. That means That monster exists.
"Slow down Coal. Are you saying that someone else murdered your parents?" Ryan asks me, clearly not believing a word of it.
"Well yeah, at least something did. He came in through my window that night. He came for my soul except I had something to offer him instead. I had my grandpappies watch, it was priceless. That schmuck from school stole it though. So instead I gave it a picture of my family.. He took me literally though. So he stole my family's souls." As I utter the last few words rage takes over, everyone is going to blame me for this. I can't control myself.
"I AM GOING TO KILL THAT SCHMUCK AND THAT BEAST TOO! " I yell despite my best interests. The cop jumps a little, surprised by my outburst.
"If that's how you are going to act the I am going to leave you here to rot. You are a monster that killed your family, I don't know why I even tried to get your side of the story." The officer says, not in the yell that I expected. He says it in a serious, quiet way. You know he means every word of it. That hurts me... How could he think I was a monster?.. Sure I am pretty sadistic and don't mind a ton of blood but that doesn't mean I want to steal souls and eat flesh! The more I think about it the angrier I get. I can't help but be furious, I am in the middle of a mental fit as the nurse walks in. Perfect. I remain calm as she checks my vitals and such.
"Alright young man, you have made an amazing recovery. To think that when they first found you they reported you as dead for a full 2 hours." She rambles as I lay there motionless. I display a look of helplessness. She glances at me then at the door. She leans in and whispers to me,
"I am going to undo these ridiculous straps for a little while. I don't think you are dangerous." She winks as she finishes her sentence. She hurries as she undoes the straps and I can't help but let a smile creep onto my face. Not a meek smile, a smile worthy of the devil.
She sits up and looks at me as I stretch my arms. Instantly she reeks of fear.
"What- What are you?" she asks in a terrified stupor. I laugh as I stand up. Slowly I walk towards her and before I realize what I am doing I have her pinned to the wall by her throat.
"I guess I am a monster after all. Now tell me, what do you have that contains some value?" I ask already knowing the answer that I seek. She digs her hands into her pockets and retrieves a cell phone, pack of cigarettes and a set of keys. Perfect. She starts to sputter so I loosen my grip just a smidge and I retrieve her items.
"Tell me, am I a monster or a human?" I whisper in her ear.
"Human." She spits out at me. I lose the smile of pleasure.
"Liar. We both know I am a beast!" I yell into her face. I dig my nails into her skin and the sounds of her screams fill my ears. I throw her to the other side of the room, she is nothing but a corpse to me now. As I head towards the door she presses the emergency button on the wall. Dang it. I turn and walk back over to her with a vicious smile on my face, she is going to die. She looks up at me with a defiant smile.
"You shouldn't have done that. Now they are all going to die." I say in a flat tone. She whimpers a little as she tries to back away. Her leg appears broken so she can't run. I grab her hair and start bashing her face into the wall until she leaves bloody marks. I laugh sadistically as I turn her over and rip her throat open, just incase she was still alive. Blood pools around my feet in a familiar way. My head aches as I remember That night. The pool of blood, my parents and the monster. I remember the flesh in his teeth... I wonder what humans taste like... I raise the nurses arm up to my mouth. I am crazy. I take a bite out of her and let the blood fill my mouth. I have never tasted anything like this before, its hard to describe. The meat is chewy and the veins are stringy but the blood... It is iron-y... Irony. That's the perfect word for this situation. I never knew I was surrounded by such delicious beings. I turn and walk outside of my room which is now a bloody mess. I stride down the hall as I see guards running towards me. I twirl the keys and smile, this is going to be fun.
Clips from local news and journals.
"Bloody massacre at the mental institution: A patient under investigation for murdering his family got a hold of a set of keys and tore the place to pieces. 114 people confirmed dead, another 100 unidentified bodies.
In all 214 victims and they still don't have a lead except for one sentence written in blood.
"My name is Soul" What does it mean? Will the cops find the murderer? Will we live long enough for them to do so?" ~Aki, The Local PastaShop
"I have never seen so many bodies or so much blood. Half of the task force had to leave within the first few minutes from stomach sickness. I tried to take pictures but was escorted off of the property. I will never know how something can kill so willingly. I am going to find this monster and I will bring justice to all of these people, with or without the police's help." ~Hanran, a local detective.
The monster is born.
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Soul Thief: Souls Story (Part 3)
Now I am free.. but what do I want to do? I am sitting in a NcDonalds (Owners rights) and questioning everything. So I just killed a large amount of people and I loved it. Who next? Which way did I prefer killing them? They really didn't taste bad....
I remember how this all happened. That jerk stole my watch. I think that I am going to get it back, but by doing so he set me free. He let me realize my full potential. I would never have functioned normally in society, it would have driven me to depression and eventually I would have died. Now I get to enjoy my life as a monster, killing as I please. Eating
"I should go thank that jerk. Hehehehe..." I mummer to myself freaking the other guests out. One of the guests is giving me a nasty look. How rude. I turn and give him a toothy grin that is sure to send a shiver up his spine. I smile to myself now. Time to go back to my old haunt. School -_- even as a beast I can't stand that prison. Bahahaha!!!! Prison!!! Get it?... eh whatever. I thought it was funny. I was headed for prison no matter what.
I don't bother sneaking into the principles office instead I just break down the door. I stare at the shattered glass and the splinters of wood. I wonder if I could break this entire school like that?
*Slap* I slap myself in the face.
"Stay on task Soul!" I tell myself.
I search through the cabinets and find the fattest file. A trouble maker like him would have a big file.
"Micheal Jeffson.." I read his name out loud. What a dorky name.
I sift through his file and find his address. Out of curiosity I look at what was written about the other day.
"Provoked and continuously harassed by the other minor involved in the incident. Will serve 1 weeks worth of detention and have no permanent record of this."
Hmm... Interesting. How come this little punk gets out with out a scratch and I was gonna end up with a permanent smudge on any of my scripts? I ponder this for a moment. I give up, grab the address and get going.
Thankfully he doesn't live far from the school. That's only good if he is home when I get there. The sun has already set so I am truly in my element. As I walk down the middle of the road I notice a car has appeared in front of me. It is headed in my direction though I am not to concerned about it.
The car is not far from me now and it dims its lights. A head pokes out of the drivers side window.
"What the heck do you think you are doing? You moron, get out of the road!" The voice yells. I recognize that voice as Michael. I smile a big toothy grin, he doesn't know its me.
"Long time no see little boy." I yell to him as I approach the car. I get close enough to see his face. He is shocked.
"No way! You are supposed to be in prison! What are you doing here?!" He is yell whispering and in a panic. Hehehe they are adorable when they are scared.
"Well, I was on my way to see you. Glad you decided to meet me halfway." I say and lick my lips. He starts to mutter some curse words and I can tell he wants to leave, so I stop him. I reach through the window and grab his throat. I start pulling him out of the vehicle. To think he could have avoided this if he would have been wise and used a seatbelt. I get him out of the car and throw him to the ground. His head bounces a little as it hits the ground.
"Hehehe... This is going to be fun." I say out loud letting him freak out. He squirms a little trying to get away but I keep a firm grasp on his throat, digging my nails into the previous injuries. Its just about time for-
"Please... Stop... I will give the watch back!" He pleads to me. I love it when they beg. I pick him up and push him into the side of his vehicle.
"If I want something, I will take it. That includes your life." I say, completely serious. I am done joking, yes this will be fun however I am not one to play around when things need to be done. I raise my other hand and trace a line across his face, plotting my attack.
I draw back and slash at him relentlessly, digging a nice groove diagonally across his face. The first gash cuts deep, the second rips off his lip, the third exposes bone. He is screaming and blood is streaming down his face. I notice that a light from a near by house comes on. Dang it. Right at the good part. I toss him back to the ground and crouch over him, staring at my masterpiece. I see the door open from the house with the light.
"No more time. Thanks for playing, you schmuck." I say and the I force my fingers into his throat ripping out everything and anything that could assist in his breathing. I turn to flee into the night but I go back and crush his skill with my boot just to be safe. The sound it makes sends a shiver down my spine, I will be doing that again in the future.
I take off down the road towards his house.
Once I get to his house I assume I don't have a lot of time before the cops show up so I just let myself in. Its easy to pick which room is his, the one with all of the stay out signs and the smell of way to much Fabreeze. The door is locked so I break it. Looks like the usual teenage guy bed room. It consists of a messy bed, messy desk, messy floor and for crying out loud what is that smell?! I shake my head trying to clear my senses. I check the desk for the watch and its a not there so I move to the clothes pile. I grab a hoodie with blood on it. Looks like the one from that day. Sure enough as I check the pockets I feel the familiar smooth backing of my grandpappies watch. I hear sirens outside, I wont be leaving out the front door. I race downstairs and notice a picture on my way down the hall. Michael and the principle in the same picture.... Wait! I stop and look closer. This is a family photo. No wonder that schmuck never got in serious trouble! I hate the system. I refocus on my task of escaping with out harm. I don't particularly care if I have to kill more people to do so. I sneak out the back door and hop the fence into the neighbors back yard. For once I am glad that these uppity households live with- in spitting distances of each other. I hop a few more fences and I am suddenly thankful for my closet obsession with parkour. I slow down a little as I hear the sirens fade.
"Its a full moon." I say while glancing upward at the moon, its gorgeous and has a red tint to it. I allow my body to rest and slide down the fence so that I am sitting down. I think about what just happened. I remember the sound his skull made against the asphalt, how he squirmed when I had him by the throat. It was glorious.
I hear some rustling in a near by bush and am startled.
I look around but I can't see anyone. I am certain that I am being followed though so I get moving again.
Once I am back within the walls of the city I am at ease. This place has so much hustle and bustle that no one even notices I am covered in blood and can't stop grinning. I return to the tiny apartment which I call home. Its nothing much, a small cot to sleep on, a little fridge with minimal food in it and a tiny little bathroom that I am pretty sure wouldn't pass any sort of inspection. There is a small wooden board in the corner that is slightly loose, after I kill I move my bed (Careful not to leave scratch marks on the floor) and pull the plank up and hide whatever treasures I have collected. So far I don't have much but the longer I am free the more these treasures will grow. I still have my ultimate goal though. I will kill the beast that started this whole thing and I will find whoever has been stalking me. In the mean time though, I think I will start a "blog" and tell the world discreetly what I am up to. My newest collection from tonight was my grandfathers watch and Michaels laptop. Time to discover my online self, wonder what the cops have made of Michaels death.
This is all going to be new to me so I am kinda scared. Yes monsters can get scared. I don't know what this rotten life has in store for me but I don't intend on following any rules or being anyone's pet. I will forge a path all on my own, I don't care if its forged in blood.
The monster is free. See how he kills in todays world in Soul Thief: Souls Story Part 4.
Monday, February 1, 2016
Release Schedule For Soul's Story!!!
Hey guys,
I hate to interrupt my own story but I realized I should give you a release date for Soul Thief: Souls Story Part 2!
I will be releasing part 2 out of 4 next Sunday! Every big release will be on a weekend and there is going to be a delayed Valentine's Day Special as well so get psyched!
Anyways, the urge to kill was very strong today. I am having a hard time fighting it... I was told to fight it until you guys knew the whole story. Its killing me inside to not release it sooner, literally.
No one suffers alone!
~Soul
I hate to interrupt my own story but I realized I should give you a release date for Soul Thief: Souls Story Part 2!
I will be releasing part 2 out of 4 next Sunday! Every big release will be on a weekend and there is going to be a delayed Valentine's Day Special as well so get psyched!
Anyways, the urge to kill was very strong today. I am having a hard time fighting it... I was told to fight it until you guys knew the whole story. Its killing me inside to not release it sooner, literally.
No one suffers alone!
~Soul
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