Rubbing his shoulder, spreading the small spurts of blood around his former pristine flannel button up, David boarded the bus that led directly to the stop to his pharmacy, the pharmacy where they all knew him by name. Sasha followed behind, closely behind. It was almost like she wasn't even there, at least to the bus driver. She managed to skate by and avoid detection, therefore circumnavigating the payment process. In all truthfulness, it didn't matter, the bus was half full if that.
Finding an empty filthy molded seat, David sat with a bit of caution. He had had an incident with bubble gum and khaki pants on one ride and hell would have to freeze over for that to happen again. Sasha sat next to him in the dual seat without a care in the world. Bubble gum be damned, filth is just a concept to her, life was meant to be lived, not avoided and coddled.
Sasha rested her hand on David’s thigh, his inner thigh to be exact, resulting in a massive flinch and an instant sweat wall building up on David's forehead. He begged out loud, "No claws this time, please, no claws. That is a very delicate area, Sasha." Immediately, anyone within three plastic seats of David stood, grabbed their belongings, and moved all the way to the back of the bus leaving David and Sasha sitting at the front, just them and the driver.
Chuckling at his childish fear, Sasha had an idea, "You ready to cause some trouble? Actually, it's not a question. We're going to cause some trouble." Sasha clenched down on David's thigh, inciting a moderate amount of pain to make it very clear that her message was to be taken seriously, "See the driver up there? See him? Go swipe his glasses off of his face while he's driving, while the bus is in motion. Maybe take a bite out of his ear too, you know what, definitely take a bite out of his ear, just like Mike Tyson. If you don't, I'm going to kill you, right here in front of all these frightened people."
Swallowing as hard as he had ever swallowed before, David immediately fell timid and weak. His body was shutting down at the ultimatum Sasha had just laid on his lap. All he knew was that he was not ready to leave this world, not now, not today. David felt he had no choice in the matter, he had already felt the wrath of Sasha and her talons. Before he stood to scoot butt first by Sasha, David took out his lunchtime dose of lithium. He casually popped it in his mouth and proceeded to chew it into tiny bits. No water needed; he was a pill taking veteran.
Glaring up from her seat, Sasha took a huge exception to this, "Did I say you could take meds during this trouble making session? What the hell David? Now, I'm really going to kill you if
you bail out on this expedition." Sasha held her hand out far, more than enough for David to see, and flashed a completely morphed hand in front of his face. Her fingers were now steak knives, serrated and glimmering in the sunlight, "You damn fool, this is going to be so painful. Better get on with it now, get that driver...or else."
Swallowing hard and deep, the lithium burned its way down David's throat. He was now awkwardly standing in the middle of the isle while the bus was in motion. All the passengers that had retreated to the rear if the public bus watched on in terror, they were very unsure of what the local crazy was about to do. The driver checked his large rear-view mirror and noticed David standing still, doing nothing, "Sir, David, sit down. You know the rules. Sit down or I’m going to have to kick you off the bus."
Now David had even more decisions to make. Sit down and accept death from Sasha, attack the driver and complete his mission, or do nothing and get kicked off of the fear filled bus, resulting in death by Sasha and her steak knife hand. It was truly a catch 22. After about fifteen seconds, David had decided that today was not the day to get stabbed and disembodied by this horribly scary Sasha. He walked tentatively towards the driver as both their eyes bounced from the mirror to each other. This was about as tense of a situation as it could get.
Coming within arm’s reach of the driver, there was once more proclamation made, "Sit down, David. Last warning or you are off of here and barred for life." This threat made David stop in his tracks. He quickly looked back towards Sasha; she was gone. Immediately a sense of calm filled his body.
"I'm going to go sit back down, you are an excellent driver. I appreciate you," David said this about as creepily as possible. Crisis averted; he did not know where Sasha went but she was most definitely not on the bus anymore. That was impossible as the bus had not slowed down or stopped during this entire interaction.
Nevertheless, David was relieved and sat back down, still clutching the life out of his paper prescriptions. He wasn't sure what had happened, where Sasha had gone, and why he was so calm now, but damn it was a hell of a relief.
Subconsciously checking over his shoulder every five seconds, David sat and rode in silence. The bus, scared passengers filling the rear, fell silent and calm. Sasha was gone for now; did that mean he was safe from the murder she had promised him. For now, at least he didn't have to live up to his heritage and eat the bus driver's ear. His brother, now deceased, would have jumped at the chance.
Our hero, troubled as he was, began to take mental notes similar to how people that suffer migraines or panic attacks would note everything. Sasha was gone, but what had caused this. Things were calm and there was absolutely no human eating going on, how had he reached this point. Was it the lithium? Had he given in to Sasha’s demands and threats, resulting in a premature exit being taken by our haunting young lady character? Perhaps there had been an opportunity to exit the public transportation and David simply missed it. That had to be the ultimate answer. Sasha bailed, thinking that her instructions were about to be followed, trying to avoid the police that would undoubtedly be called to the scene.
None of that mattered now, Sasha was gone, and the pharmacy stop that David had grown so fond of was coming up. The passengers were safe and would soon be able to disperse throughout the bus with calmness and ease. Sadly, this was the life David Dahmer was cursed to live. It wasn't his choice, his older brother had designated this future for him when he began torturing, killing, and eating young men in Milwaukee. Sometimes life just deals you a shit hand. You gotta play the cards you are dealt, there are no discards and no do-overs in life.
The huge bus came to a stop right at the sign for the mom-and-pop pharmacy David had been using for years. The big chain pharmacies, well, they kindly declined his business. They wanted nothing to do with him, all because of his older brother's sins.
Off the bus, David waved at the driver. The door slammed behind him and there was no wave sent back his way, that was life. As the bus pulled away, David watched the scared passengers move themselves around the bus, free of the threat that David imposed on them.
He waved at each and every one of them, "Bye, enjoy the rest of your commute!"
A dull and faded sign hung in front of his face as soon as he turned around, 'Davindale's Medications', his pharmacy. The only place that would take him as a client, but the owners were very nice people, they knew David had problems but they also knew that Jeffrey was the psycho, not David.
Looking left and right before heading in, David was free from the terrifying grasp of Sasha. He had officially lost her, at least for now. Inside he went, confident and happy for the first time in a long time. Jack and Wendy were waiting at the counter, smiling when he entered their store.
It's nice to feel wanted.
Time to re-up his medications and try to figure out where that pesky Sasha went off to and how she went off to wherever it was. If she disappeared off the face of the Earth today never to return again, that would be a gift from the Gods.
Jack and Wendy Davindale unfortunately previously lived beneath the apartment Jeffrey Dahmer, David’s older brother, rented out and performed his studies in. When he wasn’t out at the local bars luring men back to his apartment for photoshoots, he was drilling small holes in their skulls and injecting acid, in a failed attempt to make them zombies, submissive slaves that would do anything he wanted. When that failed, David’s older brother would kill them and dissect them, making sure to save the best organs and meat for later consumption and enjoyment. Being so close to the tragic area, Jack and Wendy felt that they needed to look out for David as they knew what would be coming his way, a life of torture and torment, none of it his doing. Jack took a much stronger liking to David than Wendy did, but sh
Happier than a pig eating shit, seriously that is how the saying goes, David Dahmer was whistling a fine little dandy song he was freestyling as he strolled down the sidewalk towards the apartment complex he rented from one of the Davindale’s relatives. Didn’t I tell you that they treated him very kindly and watched out for him? When one has the big picture in their sights, a couple of decades of kindness is worth all the trouble in the world when creating a monster.As his feelings of happiness and euphoria slowly waned, David proceeded on, smiling and warm inside, but he still maintained a healthy dose of caution, keeping his eyes moving around constantly, on the lookout for that tumultuous Sasha Walker. Our unfortunate hero clutched his paper bag of pills and practically skipped down the sidewalk. Each citizen he passed scooted quickly out of his way, they scrun
Sasha Walker, with her low-cut black blouse, pushed her way past David Dahmer with her non-knife fingered hands and strolled confidently, dare I say, devilishly into his apartment. There was no way she was here in his apartment as a pure coincidence, Sasha didn’t believe in coincidences. Everything happened for a reason, everything had a cause and effect, “Davey, what’s the plan my man?” Her red lipstick was smeared all over her visually sharp teeth, had she been eating something or someone prior to visiting David? Even in his deepest darkest level of fear, David still found solace in the fact that Sasha’s face was not melting from her skull. Even with her face intact, David continued to have still framed images of his mother burst before his face, the way her lips had melted into thin lines of scorched meat. The way her eyeballs were smoked over, that is, the parts that had not oozed from the conjunctiva still rang deep inside of David’s soul.<
The last thing David Dahmer remembered was a small, precise prick on his neck, out went the lights shortly thereafter. Time traveled quickly, when you are asleep and comfortable, time always skates by with the quickest of intentions. It seems that days had passed by; it was Wednesday now. David couldn’t uncloud his brain to figure out what day it was he had fallen asleep and who this strange woman was lying next to him. Her black blouse was draped over the only piece of furniture in David’s bedroom, a half size mirror crudely attached to a six-drawer dresser. A pair of black pants dangled for their life on the bedroom doorknob. No panties, socks, or bra were within eyesight, did you really think this young lady wore that type of stuff? Using his quick analytical brain, David deduced that the naked woman next to him was the infamous Sasha. Still stark naked and not looking to cover herself any time soon, Sasha stood in the middle of David’s living room, hands on her hips, as the bloody skeleton of Ms. Jenkins rested stoically on the couch David had purchased at the local thrift store. Poor guy, he had to carry that couch all by himself eight blocks, everyone was too scared to offer help, not to mention end up inside of his apartment where they thought all sorts of mischievous actions took place. The burning of the chewed-up pills in David’s throat was extinguishing itself as he stared at a naked Sasha. He was not accustomed to nudity, especially female nudity. As a teenage boy would do, David pretended to not want to look but he simply just couldn’t stop from taking in the deliciousness of her smooth, curvy body. For a woman that went around causing trouble as a hobby, Sasha had an amazing body, almost too amazing. Erotic and all, there was still a terrifying disfiguInto the Darkness Chapter 8
With a borderline zombie like David Dahmer at his disposal, Jack Davindale marveled at the endless possibilities that were now filling his devious mind. Similar to grocery shopping while starving, you tend to over purchase, logic vanishes as gluttony abruptly pushes its way in. Wendy watched her husband while she nodded her head as if the customer on the other end of the line could see her.Neither Jack nor Wendy paid any mind to Sasha as she rummaged through bottle after bottle behind the counter; they were too focused on setting David up and sending him out on his next mission, “David, my boy, what’s wrong? Let me help you. Just explain the problem and I’ll give you a solution.” Jack was a pure son of a bitch.David’s eyes danced to their own erratic EDM song, more scattered than his brain waves were at the current moment. Cold turkey (and unknowingly) coming off of highly dependent pills t
When a human faces off against a monster, things tend to not go the human’s way. We, as humans, are excitingly strong people, but a monster, a monster is on a whole different level. Similar to a knife being compared to a rocket launcher, when a monster wages an attack on a human being, every possible outcome has already been calculated and carefully dissected, making the possibility of success almost a given. What’s more efficient than a monster? A human that has been turned into a monster.David Dahmer was the human monster to end all human monsters. With other humans pulling the strings, he was a violent juggernaut that couldn’t be stopped, not by anything on the face of this planet. Sheriff Peter Miller, armed with a taser and pistol, was merely a simple human that didn’t know the feeble appearing man standing in front of him was the mons
Being the younger brother of the prolific serial killer Jeffrey Dahmer has certainly set up our hero for a difficult life. Everything from people’s perception of him to his own feelings about himself, nothing is rational or logical, nothing has come easily. David Dahmer lives in a constant storm cloud of depression and judgement even though he had absolutely nothing to do with his older brother, The Milwaukee Monster, and the grotesque serial murders he committed. Due to these facts, poor David is under doctor’s care and heavily medicated at all times. You never know when you may fall into the darkness, especially when it is in your genes.No one, and I mean absolutely no one, enjoys a doctor’s waiting room. The decorum is set to be neutral, relaxing, calming, but what the professionals don’t realize is that the lack of character and depth in their wait