Reborn Chpt 3

Chapter 3 Back to David for a little reminiscing, and a little murder

Chapter 3

"The Police have now released the names of the two men murdered last night at the Deering Oaks Park. Christopher Ayotte and Matthew Bouchard, both from Lewiston had come to Portland for the Nickleback concert at the Portland Expo, but it has been confirmed they never attended. We'll be going live to..." the voice of the woman on the television was pleasant thought David. He always enjoyed the news.   He remembered listening to the radio sitting back in his chair. The children, sometimes a dozen of them, all gathered on the rug. His wife, Emily, would be running back and forth, always doing one thing or another.   David was proud of that radio.   He had done well as a man, and they were the first of their friends to have one.  The broadcast out of Pittsburgh would often run into the night. 

 

 Many nights after the children had all gone and his own Davie and Pattie had been lain down with a kiss, 'always with a kiss.', their friends would come over, and the drinks would flow.   They danced or laughed depending on the nights programming.   The best nights were when nobody was there but Emily and they would sit and listen to the music together.   The special nights she would sit in his lap and curl her head into his shoulder. Her hair smelled of lilac.

 

"What was that Dave" Lou asked.   The bartender here at the Salty Dog, Lou was a good guy. He carried more weight then he should, but his easy way, and a full beard, made the weight seem natural. The kind of guy who usually had the word bear included when somebody described him.

 

"Just thinking of my kids Lou." David's voice was deep and slow. He didn't believe in saying things twice.

 

"Well my friend" Lou turned a whiskey glass on the bar next to David's, and turned to the bank of bottles behind him.

 

"In the end all we have is our memories and here's to the good ones." Lou added as he poured a quick shot into both glasses.   The amber draught of Jack Daniels looked good to David as it tumbled into the glasses.   Lou tapped his glass to David's and quickly downed his shot and placed the glass below, all in one seamless motion that he had repeated hundreds of times.

 

"To memories." David said, tipping his glass to Lou he sipped of the JD slowly.   The smell of the whiskey as he raised the glass to his lips, the tang as it washed over his tongue, and the warmth that spread as it flowed.   These memories were why he was here.   Many a night he had spent in a bar much like this one.   The people had changed, the lights have gotten more colorful, and the music, well don't get him started on the music.   All these things changed but not the whiskey.    It didn't affect him like it used to, but he still had his memories.   Memories that were old and new, some as new as last night.

 

The urinators had gone to the softball field, and were sitting in the dugout smoking a joint as David strolled by, bottle of Jack only half hidden in its paper bag. He stumbled as he took a drink while standing by first base.   One of the urinators coughed heavily, he had tried to hold his hit in hoping not to be caught by the man walking by. They both started laughed softly at hi failure.   David turned as if just discovering they were there and stumbled back

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"Hey!" David looked about as if more people were around, and stumbled forward looking at the urinators.

 

"Is that a joint? Can I've a hit? Want some whiskey?" David ran the questions together slurring his words as he walked toward the guys outstretched bottle in hand.

 

"Dude, yeah man we aint got no booze yet." one of them said while handing the half smoked joint to David, taking the bottle and immediately drank deep as his friend prodded him for his turn.   David stared at the smoldering joint in his hand.   Crossing his eyes as if to focus on it.   He stumbled backwards allowing his legs to slip out and falling on his backside.    The urinators broke into loud laughter seeing this.   They had both guzzled deeply trying to get a good buzz while they had the bottle.   The Rohypnol David had added kept them laughing. The date rape drug wouldn't affect Davids body, but the urinators were not as fortunate. David sat where he fell and watched as they laughed.   Minutes passed and David watched as they fell into each others arms still laughing, watched as they fell sitting to the bench their laughter slowing to short snorts and breaths.   A few minutes more and their eyes closed, David watched a while longer.

 

David was glad the bathroom was close, if he had chosen to hunt sooner he would be stronger, but David had learned to spread his kills.   Eventually someone will get close and he would move on, and the less he hunted the longer he could stay.   The urinators were heavy and he needed to move quickly to avoid being seen.   His shoulder screamed as he threw the first one over in a fireman's carry, and the second was even worse.   A simple rubber doorstop would keep all but the most determined out of the bathroom.   David didn't need the rope he brought, they both wore belts, and David used these to hang the Urinators in the stall doors.   The heavy gage needle allowed for rapid flow through the tubing and down to a half gallon bag.   In the privacy he drained the bodies, the blood bags filled quickly.   David swallowed often as the saliva built in his throat.   He wanted to pull the tube from the urinators throat and drink with abandon.   That would be a waste, and David liked it clean.

 

Things were good for David now.   The pang in his stomach had been sated, and he had supplies to last a week if he didn't get greedy.   Everything was easier with the hunger gone.   Even the pain in his shoulder was just a twinge when he rose.

 

'Memories' David forced his thoughts back to Emily as he sipped his whiskey.