1969 Red MustangA Chapter by ReaperChapter Four: 1969 Red Mustang I walk out the headquarters and look at the other demons in the room. They judge me because I’m kind of the favorite of the Devil. Mainly because I have most to fight for. I will always fight to have my soul back. I grab a vehicle from our motor pool. I pick one to my style. Red 1969 Mustang, with a pair of black racing stripes. I would prefer it to be mainly black or blue but the Devil just loves red. I open the car door and slide into the black leather seat. This feels like a second home for me. I normally drive this to my jobs. Most of my jobs are in an enforcer type of role. I have killed so much. But in a way, it doesn’t bother me. I kill the evil things in the night, the devil competition. I strum a beat on steering wheel. And sing to myself as I need to make a stop before I go to the club.
Twists and twirls In the endless emotion Of life We crush others to be On top We kill others to feed Our Demons Demons! Controlling your life Demons! Controlling your thoughts Demons! Controlling your actions Sinning and spinning Out of control Killing All the good in your life Blacken eyes Blacken soul Fighting for whatever They want Demons! Controlling your life Demons! Controlling your thoughts Demons! Controlling your actions…
I arrive at my partner’s house. Yes, I have a partner on this wild journey. A Bonnie and Clyde type of relationship in a way. We will keep fighting till we are both in the ground for good. There
she is. Rachel Olson. She has great beauty, brown long hair, and white skin,
touched off a pair of brown saucers for eyes that could just break your soul.
If you had one. Though she didn’t need her looks. Simplify a touch could steal
your heart and break it at any moment. Her charm wasn’t that great but her
powers were. She
was your modern day succubus. Most women today acted like one of those
creatures but she was true one of them. She opens the door and gets inside, looking at me the whole time. “So what’s the job partner?” She says softly. “Club Church of Death, the target is the Boogeyman.” “Like the real Boogeyman?” She laughs, “I used to be afraid of him.” “Yeah, apparently the real one.” “Are you killing him or me?” She looks at me. She didn’t really like killing, she had a soul but was stuck to service to the devil because of a deal. “I can. Just have my back like normal.” “No problem, sweetie.” She smiles. She loved to flirt, just in her nature. She sits there and sings out.
Sins are endless And I don’t care Hate and envy Destroys us Good and Bad Connect us Greed and destruction Make us Sins are endless And I don’t care Happiness and sadness Control us Fear and Regret Hurt us Pain and sorrow Fight us Sins are endless And I don’t care Comfort and help Fix us Passion and fire Drive us Lust and love Kill us Sins are endless And I don’t care
She stops the song when we arrive at the club. © 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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