Night Terror

I walk outside to a world of grey. The cool morning air grazes my skin like the touch of a forgotten romance. As I peer into the darkening streets of New York, I see the countless people walking and bustling about on their daily routines. I watch them go like ants in a catacomb; never stopping to just breathe and admire what the city has to offer…chaos. The orderly chaos of everyday New York life. I smile as I gaze upon every sinner as they pass by. Thieves, adulterers and murderers. All passing in front of my eyes, judged by my all seeing eye.
I tread on walking further into the city. Disgusted by this sinful nation. Thoughts cross my mind, flashes of torture and death upon these foul mortals. Though it is not my right to judge, but to execute the souls of the damned. Walking towards the slums of the city I arrive to my destination. The heart of New York. My target: A madman, rapist, a fiend of the lowest pits of Hell. Michael Grievous, age thirty two, drug addict and child rapist. Kills for a quick buck just to feed his need for destruction. Approaching the target I witness the savage beating of a nine year old girl. The creature’s M.O, rape and a beat down is all it takes to silence his victims.
Grievous starts to run off, heading for a dark alley. Walking towards the limp naked body of the nine year old, I inspect the bruises on her face, neck, and torso. Puncture wounds to the abdomen and bruising to her genitalia. I watch as her life slowly comes to an end, closing her eyes as she takes her last breath. Looking up I start towards the alleyway, after Grievous.
Appearing before Grievous I startle the stocky thirty two year old enough to make him jump back crashing into the ground.
“Ouch. That hurt.” He says while getting up. “What the f**k is your problem man? F**k you scaring me like that for? I ought to beat your a*s!”
“Do not address me that way you foul vermin. I am not a child and much less one of your many victims.” I reply, my tone of voice catches him off guard, freezing him in place the fear rising in his eyes. 
 “Well what do you want?” he asks. Grinning I step towards him.
“Michael…I’ve come for your soul.”
 “My soul?” Michael starts to laugh. “You can’t have my soul you crazy f**k! No one can have my soul. Now get the f**k outta my way, got places to be in.” Walking past me, he heads toward the end of the street. Stopping shortly, he stands there bewildered at the mere sight of me. “How’d you do that?”
“Do what? I’ve been standing right here this whole time.” I explain sternly. 
 “Just get away from me!” He yells as he rushes past me once more. Again he runs into me and stops abruptly.
 “So. Came for another visit I see. Didn’t know you loved me that much.” I snicker as he breaks into a run once again. I watch as my guinea pig runs around like a lab rat, bumping into me several times, screaming his lungs out. I soon start to get bored and say “Don’t you get bored of running around you fool? Haven’t you noticed you’ve been running around in circles?”
Michael stopped in his tracks. “Circles?” He looked around confused.
“Yes. Circles. Do you know what circles are? You ignorant piece of s**t.” I step towards him again. Michael stepping away, I feel his heart racing as fear slowly consumes him, his shakes rattling his bones.
“What do you want with me?” His eyes growing wide with fear.
“Sigh. I knew you were stupid.” I approached him again. “I told you already. I’m here for your soul.” My eyes growing with malicious intent I start to laugh maniacally.”You’ve been a leech to society for far too long. Now it’s time to pay for your sins.” A sinister grin forms on my face, causing Michael’s heart to leap and thunder causing me great joy. “Now shall we look into your life, hmm?” I bring out my deck of tarot cards. He watches in amazement as I lay the cards in mid air, levitating as if supported by some dark art. 
 “Now let’s see here.” I flip the first card over. “I see you’ve been a freak since childhood. What kind of animal rapes their own little sister?” I continue to flip the cards one by one, looking into the history of this deprived insect.”You killed your parents. Conned a woman into marrying you and then killed her. My. My. You don’t waste any time do you? You gain her inheritance and use it to feed your addiction of drugs, alcohol and gambling only to end up in the slums. Killing for drugs and raping children. You disgust me. Now let’s see what your Card of Fate holds.” I flip over the final card. “Ah. Number thirteen…Death.” I smile as Michael’s face grows pale instantly. “Time to die ol’ chap.”
Unhinging my jaw I lunge at him as he utters a silent scream. The bones cracked, his flesh ripped and torn while his blood spilled to the floor. I consume his flesh and ingest his organs starting with his heart. The blood seeps from my lips, drinking every last drop feeling the ecstasy run through my body like the caress of sexual addiction. I finish my meal and revert back to my original form. Walking out of the alleyway I blend into the crowd, merging myself with my beautiful world of grey.

Author's Note

This story will keep going on, it is not the final piece.

Reviews

[KT]

Well THAT was cool! Awesome write, I like the way you describe the imagery and the thoughts of Death. Keep up the good work! :)

[Godkrusher]

Thank you very much. Expect more to come =]

[Jagged memory]

Good descriptions and imagery.
Love the detail. Awesome story telling

[Godkrusher]

Thank you very much.