In A Dark Fog

Something I'm working on...probably

In A Dark Fog

 

 

    He was irked. She had someone with her. That was not a part of the game. He crouched behind the tree as he saw her walking with...with some guy...through his park. He would have to cause her pain for this. He clutched the knife tightly and played over how he would punish his precious and a smile came to his lips. It would be a lovely time adding her to his collection. Lucky number 13! He'd have to go out afterward and get a cake for the both of them.

 

    With that pleasant thought in his head, he returned to watching the two of them walk through the fog covered park. He would follow slowly and pick the appropriate time to make himself known. There was a protocol when involving an extra in such a play! He smiled showing even white teeth. O yes, this was a play he could perform well...

 

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    "You didn't have to walk me back to the dorms, Gerald. It's just a little fog."

 

    "I know," Gerald said with a grin. "On the other hand my mother would have my ears if I didn't make sure you made it back safely. Part of that gentlemanly up bringing I had." He smiled playfully at Rachel before looking around into the thickening fog. He had a nagging feeling that something was out of place, but couldn't put his finger on what it was.

 

    "That's why you're going to be a keeper someday," Rachel returned lightly. She adjusted the pack on her back and skipped ahead like a kid.

 

    "Someday?" Gerald said in mock indignation. "I think I'm a winning catch now." He watched Rachel skip ahead and picked up his own steps to keep her in his sight. The fog was getting thicker and thicker in a way that alarmed a part of him. It was like someone had turned a fog machine on high.

  

    "Slow down, Rach," he said. "Remember I'm walking on a twisted ankle." He watched her turn and stick her tongue out before picking up her pace.

 

    "I'm just going to the bench nearest the exit, silly," she called out. "I'll wait for you there while you do your sloth walk." She laughed at the grimace on his face and vanished ahead in the gathering fog.

 

    "Women!" Gerald muttered under his breath. He gritted his teeth and broke into a half fast walk half trot and ignored the pain. A guy tried to be chivalrous and he's left in the dust. He'd give her a good old fashion guilt trip when he made it to the bench.

 

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    He came up on the girl as she sat on the bench looking through her back pack. He had heard her tell the foolish boy how she was going ahead. He was grateful to her for leaving the boy behind. The boy was being nice by escorting her. With all the crazies out there it was nice to know someone was out watching over his precious.

 

    He stood behind her no more than three feet and watched her. He particularly loved the curve of her neck and the way she dipped her head and bit her lip when she was concentrating. She was truly a treasure to watch and now she would be honored with a visit to his home away from home. He could hear the boy shuffling closer and toyed with meeting the boy and striking up a conversation. No, best not, he thought with regret. Perhaps later he would befriend the boy.

 

    With that pleasant thought he reached into his right pocket---always the right! Never the left!---and removed the special black and silver mask that he had handcrafted himself. He had re-stitched it that night with her name emblazoned inside it. There was power in a name. With a smile he moved swiftly and placed a hand over the girls mouth. Before she could react he had the mask over her face and the chemicals doing there job. Removing his hand he tightened the mask around his precious and used his large frame to lift her from the bench and take her into the fog.

 

    Oh, what plans he had for her. She wouldn't be like the rest. She would last and not fail like the others. He had cast the bones and they now led him true. With that thought he was gone, swallowed by the fog.

Author's Note

All reviews are welcome.

Reviews

[Writer Boi]

Pretty good, but something about it don't sit right with me, I don't know. Maybe that I don't know if we're talking a boarding school with dorms, or a college. I think it'd be better as a full novel. As an incomplete short story it seems, well, imcomplete. Make a background or epilougue or prolougue, or better yet, finish the stiry as a full length novel.

[Nely Amorim]

well well a dark side indeed, its well written if a little startling to see this style of storyline from you. i'm intrigued to see more.