The woman and the boy turn together and walk back the way they had come. Delano watches as they disappear into the streets, just outside the fringes of the noisy park.The sun comes out in full strength now, and Delano squints as he looks into the heat of it. Just as the child said, he feels better. He always does afterward. But now he has impetus. The mission has taken on a new appearance. The weight is still on his shoulders, but now he has his second wind. He rises and walks away as the children of the playground continue to play and screech with delight, their parents looking on.Daniel hurries into his apartment and shuts the door loudly. Throwing his keys onto the table, he rushes into the bedroom and straight for his closet. Once there, he opens it and grabs a black suitcase. He lifts it out and places it on the bed. After snapping it open, he stands and stares at its contents. Inside, a large silver Desert Eagle 9mm shines menacingly back at him. Also tucked away in an insid
“When Jack asked me about it, I got scared. I didn’t tell him anything. It would have been no use. This, coupled with the fact that I want to leave anyway, makes me a marked man.” Dan laughs as he pauses and looks at her. “But you know, it’s funny. Even though it’s causing me a lot of trouble, I’m glad I saved her life.”Amy is looking hard at Dan. “Dan, I have to tell you something.”Dan stops what he is doing and stares at Amy for a long moment. Her face is filled with an emotion he cannot gauge. He sniffs a bit and looks away from her. His heart is breaking, and she hasn’t spoken yet. He kind of knew it would come to this. She’s too far gone from this kind of life. And at this time in her life, being on the run is not on the agenda. He braces himself for the punch.“I understand,” he says. “This is just a little too much for you to handle right now.” He resigns himself to the fact that he has lost her.He is utterly surprised by what happens next.“No, Dan. It’s not that at all. Pl
Swiftly, Dan whirls and lets loose with two booming shots. Even before he totally recognizes his target, Dan knows the shots are lethal. The close range and caliber of the bullets make it certain that even someone wearing armor could not survive the barrage. Once focused on the enemy behind him, Dan is amazed by what he sees.Etan takes the full force of the bullets and is staggered, only momentarily. His piercing eyes never blink throughout the onslaught. Regaining his balance, he smiles at Dan wickedly.Mike stands and rips open his coat, revealing a shredded bulletproof vest. His side is bleeding a bit, but the wound is only superficial. “Dammit! Why did you wait?” Mike screams at Etan.Etan’s gaze turns to Mike. Mike stops his rant and gawks at the sight before him. “What in God’s name…”Etan’s eyes roll to white as the grin dissipates. Veins begin to protrude in hideous lines on his face and neck as his entire body begins to tremble violently. An inhuman, guttural rumble emits fr
The first of a bevy of patrol cars tears into the parking lot of the hotel. Uniformed officers bail out of the cars at lightning speed as they begin to make their way into the lobby of the hotel. He knows he doesn’t have much time before they block him in. If that were to happen, he would not be able to get out and find Amy.Dan spins clumsily and looks once more around the room. Turning quickly, he trots toward the door, stopping short of going into the hallway. He looks around the edge of the broken jam and sees some of the other tenants looking back at him cautiously. No sign of the bad guys or the cops. Good.He walks quickly into the hallway, staggering a bit. The onlookers gasp and retreat as the armed and wounded man surveys the corridor.With the sleeve of his jacket, Dan smudges the blood away from his eyes, which lock on the one thing he is looking for.The stairwell exit.Still groggy from the injury, he staggers/runs to the end of the hall with purpose in his step. He bang
Mark looks excitedly at Dan, then back to Alex . “He looks like he’s on the run. If we take him to the hospital, and if my knowledge of gangster movies serves me right, they’ll find him there and kill him,” Mark says.Alex looks to Mark with a grin on his face. “And in that, there has to be a story!”Mark grins and points the gun at Dan with more determination this time. Alex ’s heart fills with pride as he guns the engine and heads toward Lena’s apartment.Delano stands in the darkness of the alley across from the hotel, looking after Alex ’s car as it turns a corner and disappears into the city. He has been following Dan all day since he left his apartment and was there when the demon took the woman away. He would have intervened if he’d had the strength to do so. Nevertheless, he knows the time will come when he will have to battle the monster. He could feel its power from across the street, and it frightened Delano to his core. He even found himself cowering a bit into the bushes
Edgar staggers back toward Jack and past him on his way to the entrance of the building ahead. Jack smiles and cannot resist a dig at his drunken partner.“You know, Ed,” Jack says slyly, “if what Mike says is true, that piece won’t do you any good.”Edgar stops and spins drunkenly to face Jack. Even through Edgar’s alcohol-sunken face, Jack can see the fear entrenched in his eyes. His eyes are already dead, Jack ponders.“This is not for him.” Edgar places the muzzle of the gun to his temple. “This is for me.”Jack’s heart jumps. He’s going to off himself right now! Right in front of me! Part of Jack wants to see it. Really. He cannot help it. Edgar’s weakness over the past few days has disgusted him, and in Jack’s heart of hearts, this would be a fitting end for Ed. He’ll kill himself before Jack has to. It’s probably better this way.Edgar takes the muzzle from the side of his head and Jack, in all honesty, is a little disapper Edgar then turns again and heads into the darkened war
Dan is the first to get his bearings and turns quickly toward the source of the disturbance. He is sure that Mike and Etan have followed him here and are prepared to finish him off. He doesn’t have his guns yet, and even if he had it, he knows he could only kill Mike with it, anyway. He will do that for sure. Even while that big black fucker is taking his life, he will make sure he ends Mike’s!He plants his feet and readies himself for a fight. He is startled by what he sees next.As Delano steps through the doorway, he sees the gun pointed at Dan. He turns his sinister gaze to Alex , attempting in no way to shield him from its onslaught.Alex ’s frightened face suddenly turns into a grimace of pain as he doubles over and drops the gun on the floor.Delano sees… Bees. A swarm of big, black bees flying aggressively around Alex ’s face and neck. They light upon his face, buzzing angrily but not stinging. They are taunting him, it seems before they inject their barbed, poison-filled ske
Edgar yelps as the first of a dozen screams and gunshots tear through the air. The sounds echo off the abandoned walls for what seems like forever—then, silence. Jack scans the room. Edgar begins to back up. His head darts from left to right as he tries to assess the fastest way to retreat. Jack stands still and keeps his composure.“There he is,” he whispers.Mike and another goon walk nervously along a dark, cluttered hallway. The moon shining through the high windows above gives them the only light they have to navigate in the shadowy recesses of the building. Both of them have their guns drawn and are ready for anything. They round a bend at the end of the corridor; ahead of them, a long, even darker hallway yawns malevolently. There is the sound of shuffling coming from the almost palpable darkness ahead.Mike nervously clears his throat and speaks out. “Etan! Etan!”From somewhere off in the distant darkness, laughter is heard. Both stop, looking into the gloom.“Who’s down ther
Feeling his back pockets, Alex told him, “Well come with me, we drops down to Bank of Montreal. I needs a bit of air, and a smoke maybe.”The door to Jimi Jak's opened, sound blowing out to the street for a moment or two and then gone, muffled inside. Alex lit his cigarette while he and Staunch went down the steps, which were now soaked in beer, streaks of blood, and littered with smoked down cigarettes butts from a successful, savage night. The Bank of Montreal only across the road from the bar, they crossed over once cars whizzed past.Nobody was inside the bank's ATM lobby. Alex passed Staunch the rest of his smoke before heading up towards the doors.“Not sure which one'll work,” Alex said thumbing through a handful of stolen debit and credit cards. “Might be a few minutes.”Alex went in to the bank machine and Staunch stood alone, drunk, in the dead of night. Occasionally, a car passed, a sound of laughter from the bar flew on the breeze, and a short time Staunch actual
Inside, the wood stove crackled nice and hot. The evening outside, even in summertime, cooled enough to put a chill in the bones. Brian and tom sat at a medium-sized kitchen table; they'd just finished off a good feed of minced moose burgers and deep-fried home fries. Don cooked a lot of things, but the boys loved their late night lunches – usually the same every time, burgers and fries or moose sausage and fries. As they relaxed in their chairs, Don brought them each a glass of ginger-ale, and a good portion of liquor for himself. The boys drank their pop and Don got his kit: one cigarette rolled, and a joint, as well.“Gimme a smoke,” Brian said, hand out.“Yeah, right,” laughed Don. “I ain't that nice, boy.”Brian laughed and Don lit his smoke.“That was wicked grub, Don,” Tommy told him. “Thanks again. Was friggin' starved.”“Today's been a long one,” said Brian.Between puffs of smoke, Don asked, “What'd you two shits get up to all day?”The boys looked nervous at one another, sl
The majority of the poor girl's murder only came back to him by way of time. Once months went by, the nauseating days of his freedom stretching on, and on, he pieced together several images from the night he first made death; him, the craftsman, making death by hand. Her throat bulged under a tight grip of his clenching fists. She tried to grab him, poke at his eyes, but the force of his hands clamping into her skin and taking the breath out of her heaving lungs kept him safe from any real damage, save a couple scratches. He did not actually orgasm; all the same, his penis shot up erect and stiff like a great monolith against her and he pressed it to her, putting the entire weight of his body down on hers, crushing the clutching bits of life from her flailing, pathetic existence still trying to hold to this world.From the start, he made a fine and thorough killer, an efficient machine created for the sole purpose of killing. Her body would never be found; it still sits buried, rotted
He lived on a decent cul-de-sac in Grand Falls, down near the river. Out back of the house sat a spacious garage separate by a large concrete pad, itself leading up into the long driveway. In the garage he had a nice spot for all his woodworking equipment: table saw, bench, racks of drills, hammers, handsaws, wrenches, and plenty of storage space for fresh wood and the like. At the back of the garage stood a door, behind the door, a room, and in that room were secrets. Locked away with only him and the stale air of the garage's workshop, those secrets grew, multiplied like mould in the dark, and he had a place where his wife would not disturb him; she left him to his business, and without her knowledge his rotten secrets, only coming out when he wanted her there. The man even installed a state-of-the-art security system for the entire property, including the garage, which came with intercoms; often, he would simply call his wife on the intercom to let her know it was fine to bring him
Back over under the Canopy and its branchy cover, Tommy and Brian stopped in an inlet of trees and alder bush. They were scared. Still, the boys were beyond determined to be done with the whole situation. Only trouble was neither of them, with all their heart, wanted to relinquish their hold on the money, those pieces of jewelry, all of that. Even as all the trouble of the world might perilously be wavering only inches above their heads, like one of those cartoons were an anvil hangs on a thread about the coyote's head, all Brian or Tom managed to see were the endless possibilities the contents of that bag could provide them; the images of a future path different than their own dominated them, overthrew those young and impressionable minds.“We could just toss the duffel bag in the woods someplace,” Brian remarked; half sure of himself, half kidding himself.The look gave his friend spoke enough on its own.“This is fucked up.”“We can't just get rid of it – not now,” Tom told him.“Y
Then, Staunch saw the wide birch shooting up near the lake's edge. His heart pumped in short bursts, rapid, and then short, slow again; a combination of nervous fear and the traces of meth still beating around in his brain. Alex stepped ahead of Staunch, who straddled behind wanting to stay but needing to follow. The hole sat only feet away now, closer with each and every stumble. Any minute now they would be right upon it. Stopped for a breath, frozen even in the pulsing rays of daylight, Staunch collected his emotions, his swollen and frayed nerves like wounded and exposed electrical wires, and he caught up to Alex . The two men stepped in around the birch alongside one another, with its hollowed middle, and Alex knelt, no words, at the edge of a roughly bore hole in the muggy earth; a hole where once they deposited all their stolen goods, a hole now empty, void.“Why'd you push me in the fuckin' trees like that?”“I just told ya,” Brian said, “there were people comin' and I di
The car parked a few lengths away from them. Two men got out of the driver and passenger sides; they looked normal mostly. One man – tall, tattooed and fairly muscular, the type who spends his free time lifting weights and self-obsessing over the tone of their muscles, bronzed and starved to death – went to the trunk, as the other – smaller, not much, than the other, and with the look of still being in high school due to his teenage way of dressing, but donning a cane in one hand, limping considerably and aching from an obvious back injury – looked to be moving slowly towards Alex and Staunch. They both walked towards the waiting Firebird.Staunch and Alex each got out and greeted the men.The smaller one extended a hand. “You Alex ?” He shook Alex 's hand. Turning to Staunch he asked, “And that must make you – what's it – Stench?”Alex cackled a dry couching laugh. “It's Staunch, actually.”“Shit, sorry.”Staunch looked calm, but underneath a volcano boiled, bubbled fierce in
Brian understood. He knew now, and along really, what Tommy felt wasn't a mental illness, a real delusion making him paranoid and insane; they both felt it, in different ways. It was the yearning for a new and different life instead of the shit existence they'd both experience up until now. While Brian and Tommy tried to create their own identities and shape the future of their lives, no matter how savagely they fought to do so, they were and always would be inhibited by the families which gave them life, shackled to a dirty destiny. Their parents each were destructive and heartless people; more concerned with their own lives and failed expectations and schemes than bothering to worry about the tiny, lonely humans they created from thin air, leaving them to grow into ungardened plants with no discernible paths ahead of them aside from anguish, despair, torment, and days on this wretched earth long and hard as the road to Hell.This gauntlet of living is what truly made Tommy lie and c
Brian decided it best to save his breath for the walk out from the station, especially considering Tommy planned to dig in three different places all around the area. He kept seeing more money, enough to dive into like Scrooge McDuck, and the thought made everything else fade away.But Brian's conscience, the well of his soul, wouldn't let him rest comfortably. He knew letting Tommy's delusion go on was risky; for days on days now, near a week, Tom has talked of nothing aside from the treasure, pirates, and all the like, and it slowly consumed his sanity, each day that passed. He kept on letting Tom pursue the dream of a legend that most likely was not true, in the slightest, and his spying conscience eyed him, judging, and made him feel as if his entire body were slowly being torn into quarters, drawn by horses, his every fibre wrenched in pain. Yet nothing stopped Brian. He certainly made no real efforts to curb Tommy's lust for treasure hunting.He went on watching Tom, who took hi