Double L
03-16-2008, 07:17 AM
The Walk
© 'Double L' Luke Dean
The cold wind brushed against Elaines face as she turned onto the corner of Elliot Street. The road was like a dark void, illuminated only by the dim, flickering streetlights. The streetlights, like everything else on that long, dark street, was nothing more than relics and broken memories. This part of town had died long ago. The streets, once filled with the laughter of her childhood, were simply shadows of past greatness.
She felt a sadness build up inside her. A sadness of something lost. Wiping a lone tear from her face. She continued to walk, She had her own life now. Her own family, A wonderful husband, a great career.
"****! The report."
She had forgotten that she was supposed to hand it in tomorrow. Some buyers were coming in from Hong Kong to look over the figures for the year, and she was supposed to have typed up the assesment. It looks like she was going to have to put in an all nighter. She looked at her watch.
11:37
If she hurried, she might make it to the late night Garage to pick up some coffee and a box of cereal for the boy's breakfasts. She looked around the dark street. It was empty, or it at least looked that way. It was quite easy for someone to hide in those huge shadows that filled every corner of this place.
I probably wasn't a good idea to go through this street. The papers had been reporting on a serial killer stalking the area for the past month. They had named the killer the 'Greyhill Ripper', a vicious psychopath who had already claimed 5 victims. A full investigation was underway and the police were combing the area, but up to yet had no clues to go on, only that the crimes were brutal and savage. As she walked through the darkness, her eyes darted from one side of the street to the other. Between every House, and in every side street, was an empty blackness. She could almost feel unseen eyes watching her. Invisible presences ready to pounce at any moment.
Then she heard them.
The footsteps
She quickly looked around to see where they were coming from, but around her was only shadows and darkness. But they were there, somewhere, in the black void that engulfed her. The cold breeze sent a chil down her spine She started to walk faster. Through the streets, once so familiar, now were surreal images of her past. She past the Cinema where she and Frank had first kissed. A place so fond in her heart, it was now dark and ominous. Across the road was the Cafe where she would work during the summer holidays, and steal free ice cream for her friends. But those wonderful feelings of youthful innocence were now replaced with something evil and twisted.
The footsteps grew louder. They were quite heavy, definitley a mans. But he remained unseen, obscured by the blackness. Elaines heart was racing. She walked faster still, barely resisting the urge to break into a run. She knew if she ran, the man was likely to hear her. She could hear the footsteps getting louder and closer.
Then silence.
Her heart leapt into her throat. She looked around franticly. The old streetlights offering no help as the mysterious man continued to elude her. Was he waching her? She could feel herself shaking. Resisting the urge once again to break into a run, she kept walking. She knew she could,'t be more than moments away from the bright lights of the main road. But before she stepped into the light, she saw him.
She could just make out the shape of a man. Tall, well built. A few yards in front of her, completly still. The shock made her head spin. She didn't even have time to gather her thoughts. She ran forwards. The man didn't even have time to turn around. In a flash, she pulled the hammer from under her coat, raised it high in the air, and brought it crashing down on the back of the mans head. His skull gave a sickening crunch as he dropped to the floor. She stepped calmly over him. Impressivley he was still alive, she watched him as he tried to crawl away. She rolled him over onto his back. She saw the fear in his eyes as she swung the hammer again, this time obliterating his jaw and preventing him from screaming. She looked at the blood and teeth pouring out of his mouth. Now she knelt down, straddling his chest and pulled a large knife from the inside pocket of her coat. The man drifted in and out of conciousness. Resting the knife on his throat, she pulled it sharply across and smilled as the hot crimson poured out.
Composing herself, she stood up and gave a last look at the body. It was still twitching. She always found that kind of curious, but she knew it would stop in a few moments. Her heart rate returned to normal as her excitement died down. She thought tonights contestant was going to get away, but as she looked at the bloodstained gloves on her hands, she smiled. She picked up the hammer and the knife and placed them in the plastic bag she pulled from her pocket. She knew she would have to find somewhere to bury them. She inspected herself in the compact mirror she carried to ensure she hadn't got blood anywhere else on her. Apart from the gloves, she was clean. She looked up. It was going to rain. That should hopefully wash away any footprints.
She looked at her watch again. She knew she would have to hurry if she was going to make it to the late night Garage for the coffee and cereal...
The End.
© 'Double L' Luke Dean
The cold wind brushed against Elaines face as she turned onto the corner of Elliot Street. The road was like a dark void, illuminated only by the dim, flickering streetlights. The streetlights, like everything else on that long, dark street, was nothing more than relics and broken memories. This part of town had died long ago. The streets, once filled with the laughter of her childhood, were simply shadows of past greatness.
She felt a sadness build up inside her. A sadness of something lost. Wiping a lone tear from her face. She continued to walk, She had her own life now. Her own family, A wonderful husband, a great career.
"****! The report."
She had forgotten that she was supposed to hand it in tomorrow. Some buyers were coming in from Hong Kong to look over the figures for the year, and she was supposed to have typed up the assesment. It looks like she was going to have to put in an all nighter. She looked at her watch.
11:37
If she hurried, she might make it to the late night Garage to pick up some coffee and a box of cereal for the boy's breakfasts. She looked around the dark street. It was empty, or it at least looked that way. It was quite easy for someone to hide in those huge shadows that filled every corner of this place.
I probably wasn't a good idea to go through this street. The papers had been reporting on a serial killer stalking the area for the past month. They had named the killer the 'Greyhill Ripper', a vicious psychopath who had already claimed 5 victims. A full investigation was underway and the police were combing the area, but up to yet had no clues to go on, only that the crimes were brutal and savage. As she walked through the darkness, her eyes darted from one side of the street to the other. Between every House, and in every side street, was an empty blackness. She could almost feel unseen eyes watching her. Invisible presences ready to pounce at any moment.
Then she heard them.
The footsteps
She quickly looked around to see where they were coming from, but around her was only shadows and darkness. But they were there, somewhere, in the black void that engulfed her. The cold breeze sent a chil down her spine She started to walk faster. Through the streets, once so familiar, now were surreal images of her past. She past the Cinema where she and Frank had first kissed. A place so fond in her heart, it was now dark and ominous. Across the road was the Cafe where she would work during the summer holidays, and steal free ice cream for her friends. But those wonderful feelings of youthful innocence were now replaced with something evil and twisted.
The footsteps grew louder. They were quite heavy, definitley a mans. But he remained unseen, obscured by the blackness. Elaines heart was racing. She walked faster still, barely resisting the urge to break into a run. She knew if she ran, the man was likely to hear her. She could hear the footsteps getting louder and closer.
Then silence.
Her heart leapt into her throat. She looked around franticly. The old streetlights offering no help as the mysterious man continued to elude her. Was he waching her? She could feel herself shaking. Resisting the urge once again to break into a run, she kept walking. She knew she could,'t be more than moments away from the bright lights of the main road. But before she stepped into the light, she saw him.
She could just make out the shape of a man. Tall, well built. A few yards in front of her, completly still. The shock made her head spin. She didn't even have time to gather her thoughts. She ran forwards. The man didn't even have time to turn around. In a flash, she pulled the hammer from under her coat, raised it high in the air, and brought it crashing down on the back of the mans head. His skull gave a sickening crunch as he dropped to the floor. She stepped calmly over him. Impressivley he was still alive, she watched him as he tried to crawl away. She rolled him over onto his back. She saw the fear in his eyes as she swung the hammer again, this time obliterating his jaw and preventing him from screaming. She looked at the blood and teeth pouring out of his mouth. Now she knelt down, straddling his chest and pulled a large knife from the inside pocket of her coat. The man drifted in and out of conciousness. Resting the knife on his throat, she pulled it sharply across and smilled as the hot crimson poured out.
Composing herself, she stood up and gave a last look at the body. It was still twitching. She always found that kind of curious, but she knew it would stop in a few moments. Her heart rate returned to normal as her excitement died down. She thought tonights contestant was going to get away, but as she looked at the bloodstained gloves on her hands, she smiled. She picked up the hammer and the knife and placed them in the plastic bag she pulled from her pocket. She knew she would have to find somewhere to bury them. She inspected herself in the compact mirror she carried to ensure she hadn't got blood anywhere else on her. Apart from the gloves, she was clean. She looked up. It was going to rain. That should hopefully wash away any footprints.
She looked at her watch again. She knew she would have to hurry if she was going to make it to the late night Garage for the coffee and cereal...
The End.