I can feel it. When someone is paying too much attention to me, when their eyes are examining me… I can feel it. It’s a low rumble in my stomach. It’s the boom of every heart contraction. The little hairs on my arms and neck stand tall. You can call it paranoia, but I’ve been experiencing it for the last three years, and I’m never wrong. Someone is watching. It’s late, I shouldn’t be out this late. My stomach may be growling, begging for more than water and crackers, but I shouldn’t have risked it. No matter the reason, I should have waited until I crept away to the next forgotten town. This truck stop I stumbled across smelled of sweaty men and corn chips. It’s revolting. I had no choice. This was the only place within walking distance. I sat on an old crooked stool, eyes peering into a tall cold glass of water. The only thing on my mind was food. Something hot would be nice. My fingertips felt cold, so a soup would be good. I’d settle for a hot tea even. Something other than wa
I stumbled into the shack that I was temporarily calling home. I had wrapped my arms around my body looking for that comfort that I once had years ago. My breathing is shaky and my body felt small tremors as I tried to gain control. My face is hot, but my tears are hotter as they come streaming down the skin. I can’t explain what just happened. When I climbed into that truck, I knew what I was going to do. I knew how things would play out. The time before a kill, I am calm. I know what demeanor I should carry before approaching them, or having them approach me. I can change my body into someone they can’t deny. I purposely fall for their traps and tricks. Anything to get them alone. And then I wait for them to show me who they are. Yes, I have seen the past through their eyes in my mind, but I always want to be sure of the visions I’ve seen. Once it is confirmed that they are indeed monsters, I unexpectedly turn on them. It’s all very calculated. The first bite is the sweetest. N
POV WILL I put my hands in the pockets of my long trench coat, being sure to keep my head down as I walked onto a crime scene that was taped off, a small crowd gathering around its perimeters. The fake credentials I had on me was enough to get me in, but I know my time was short. I was hot on her trail for awhile, just waiting for the perfect time to approach her. By the time I had gotten the courage too, she was already spooked and took off long before I realized that she had. I lost her in a bigger city, and thought that I had failed.I was close to giving up on this solo mission when a call came in. A call that was similar to all the other calls. An older man was found dead in his truck just off a solo highway. At first, I was going to turn my head at it. But then something was said… It was an animal attack, but there was also some kind of chemical found as well. The cops and the detectives were very open with their thoughts. Chatter boxes if you will, amongst those that were i
Every once and a while, I luck out. I stumble across good people who want to help me, asking for nothing extra in return. Sure the young girl at the counter still wanted the $200 for a one night stay, but her kindness continued on after she showed me to my room. She handed over the key and gave me a promise that she would be back. It left me in confusion, but I was sure that I wasn’t going to be here long; just to shower and rest in an actual bed. I stood silently in the bathroom. Initially I had glanced around to see how clean the room itself was, and it was a pleasant surprise to see that it was practically spotless. Most rooms I’ve had aren’t held in such an impeccable manner. Staring at myself in the mirror, I could see why it was she thought that I hadn’t bathed in days. No matter if she was correct or not, I’d rather look like I was able to take care of myself. I removed the green cap from my small head, letting my hair fall loosely upon my tensed shoulders. My bright blond
The eyes that stare back at me belongs to a man that stands tall.. Everything about him is bigger. His arms were bulk, his chest swollen as if there was too much air in his body. He is a heavy man, manly in every way that I’ve seen. His jawline is strong, his eyes permanently glowering at everyone. He was so serious and so scary. We had run into each once before, and I had the pleasure of being trapped in his beast-like hands. He gripped me so tight I was left with bruises for weeks. At that time, I was sure I was a goner, but lucky for me. He is a man. And he had one weak spot that every other man had. His balls. I kicked them once, as hard as I could kick, and used that as my chance to escape. If he was smart, which he probably was, he planned to protect his manhood this time around. Our eyes locked. “Which way am I supposed to go?” I asked, trying to cover up my panic with the fake fear that there may have been an early morning fire somewhere in the building. He grunted as if th
“My dear Clara, You’ll never know how beautiful you are to me. It’s not just the amber in your beautiful locks and your bright eyes. It’s not just your shy smile when you’ve seen that I’ve stolen glances at you. It’s not your kind words or your patience. But it is your heart….There is so much goodness in your heart. Your heart is what captivates me and makes me wish I could be your other half…” I was forced to lay back and listen to my father read a private letter that I had intended to gift a woman that I had barely known. I stared up at him, trying to read the facial expression, to understand how he felt about what he was reading. The gray hairs on his face were prickly, surrounding his lips, covering his chin and cheekbones, rising up to his nose. He has dark eyes, and I’ll admit that behind them doesn’t lie kindness. My father is a menace if you ask me. His only soft spot is my mother. I was an only child, born to carry the family line. With my being sick, any hopes of future gen
The world around me feels unbalanced. My head pounds, and it strays up and down as I try to bring my body alive. I feel groggy. The last memory in my mind, clouded like a dream. There is a powerful throbbing in my skull and a stinging sensation running throughout my body, lighting my veins on fire. I want to yell at the pain but all of my energy is drained. I can’t seem to catch my breath. I find myself panicking more. Not only am I disoriented, but when I open my eyes, I see nothing but darkness. “Who… are… you?” My words struggle to escape my parched lips. How long had I been out? I took a deep breath in an effort to calm myself. I could feel the fabric of whatever it was over my head, trying to lodge itself into my nostrils. “Take this off of me!” Suddenly the cloth is removed and a beaming white light surrounds me. I winced and groaned as my lids quickly shut, tightening them to try and fight the watering of my eyes. It’s so fucking bright. I can hear the humming of the electri
I didn’t know what kind of game this man was playing, but I didn’t dare to believe a word that was coming out of his mouth. He says he wants to help me, that was the biggest load of crap I’ve ever heard. If that was the case, why have these minion army type people surround me, with loaded guns pointed in my direction? Why kidnap me and dose me with whatever the hell Inferno is? Why keep me chained up in such a tightly sealed room? Then it made sense. He was scared of me.“Did you hear what I said?” He asked, breaking through my thoughts, ignoring the blank stare I had on my face, as I looked in his direction. “I want to help you.” I didn’t want to hear his lies. I’m sure my disbelief in him and his words showed in my facial expression and that was why he let out a disappointing sigh. He stood up, his back facing me. “You’re probably st