The Plot Becomes a PlotA Chapter by ReaperChapter Three: The Plot Becomes a Plot I walk down the barren road. Only the street lights illuminate me as I look around for other signs of life. I should be running because I’m now late for a meeting. She will be pissed, I’m late but what can she do to me that she hasn’t already done. I sing softly.
Two decades of this crap Death searches for the best Destroys and rots me to the bone My heart blackens and weakens to the core I wish I was the man I used to be. I’m insane but yet logical in my approach The cost of all I did was taken by the world People don’t even blink at the disgusting sight And yet my soul lives in unrest I’m sold to her perch, and yelled out at my loss of might I wish I was the man I used to be. All things I have done to serve the master Of death and despair I have seen it all before The torching of the souls The crushing of the bones And the bleeding of the lungs All to serve my dark lord I wish I was the man I used to be. But that was long ago And now he’s dead…
I arrive at the meeting place. To the outside work, it’s just an out of business Popeye’s chicken place. To me, it’s a house of demons. I walk in and see the guards. They check me for weapons and remove the ones I do have. A single silver revolver with six sharp silver bullets, a wooden sharp stake and medium size knife for general killing purposes. They finish checking me and I walk to the back of the place. I don’t knock; I just push open the door. “It seems like dead people don’t have manner.” She snaps at me as I enter the room. “Oh I’m so sorry I walk in on the Devil, and then she preaches me about manner. So ironic in a way.” I take a seat and look at her laying on a comfortable all red bed. The whole room is red including her low cut red dress. She lies there seductively with her long red hair all out. “And you are late. Now who is acting all like a devil?” “I would still have to go with you. You laying there, looking for sin.” “Are you going to give me that sin?” She lips her lips and stares at me with her lustful eyes. She sings out before I can answer.
Taste the lust on my lips Feel the warmth of my skin Touch me. Feel me. Do naughty naughty things to me All exchange for the Naughty naughty things you should Do for me. Kill them Or eat them Just dispose of the bodies Destroy the world And never look back Unless it’s at my a*s! Touch it. Feel it. Do naughty naughty things to it. Look at me Kisses these lips And never leave Unless you are going to kill the, all Do you really serve me? Love me? Do you just want to play with me? Or just have your soul back!? Prove it. Show me. How much you can do Of those naughty…naughty… things…
“I will help you, because I have too. You own my soul and one day, I would like to get it back.” I say, knowing she won’t be happy with my answer. She stares at me as her blood boils from now getting what she wanted, “Fine. Whatever. Do to the club and deliver a message.” “What message?” “Oh. Simply just kill the boogeyman.” “That simple?” I joke knowing he is one of the strongest creatures out there. “Yes, that simple.” She laughs, “Don’t get too hurt or killed. You may have no soul but you can still get crushed beyond repair.” © 2012 ReaperReviews
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9 Reviews Added on April 14, 2012 Last Updated on April 14, 2012 AuthorReaperIn Wonderland with Alice, ARAboutI may not write as much but any void I need to fill is full with love of my wonderful wife. more..Writing
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