The Reunion

not all that glitters...

He had a nice dimpled chin, one all the girls liked, nice build. He had a huge muscular frame too, one that will rival any professional body builder, all with big strong arms. I would have been impressed if it weren’t those same arms that choked me to death, earlier this week. I watch helplessly from an ethereal realm as my killer stands over his latest victim, ready to do the unspeakable. She squirms beneath him, begging for rescue, but the three of us know its not going to happen. He grabs her by he neck just like how he did for me and squeezed until her eyes rolled back into their sockets and her toes curled in agony. Just as she is about to give up, he lets her neck go and she falls with a thud to the cold tar of the old forest road. Her eyes reflecting the moonlight that watched on, equally unperturbed about the scene unfolding before it.

His eyes tingled and his mouth watered with sick pleasure as she wheezed and gasped for air, clutching at branches of the trees surrounding them, trying feebly to escape. He giggles as she stands weakly, and grabs her again. This time by her head, compressing it like he is trying to juice an orange. Her screams this time, are full of life as they permeate the cool midnight air. He repeats this sequence of horrid torture for about 30 minutes, when he is visibly bored now, disappointed by the woman’s inability to fight anymore. He kicks at the vegetable of a woman lying breathlessly on the ground. I guess he’s wondering why she didn’t last as long as I did or maybe he’s thinking of how to liven things up a bit. No, he’s finished. He yanks out his revolver from his tactical belt and empties the gun unceremoniously into her chest. Six rounds see the poor woman out of her world and into mine. I welcome a dejected Anna and invite her to watch on as he stares at her body for a little while and shoves his gun back into the holster. He adjusts his uniform, then strolls back out of the forest reserve and into his patrol car.

Sirens blasting, he sets off again, looking hungrily for his next meal. He drives around for about half an hour. The patrol car drives past a local inn and he catches a glimpse of a dainty woman at the door of the building. Anna and I, now perched in the backseat of his police car, look on, horrified as he puts the car in park and gets out of the vehicle, leaving the siren on to intimidate the man next to her. To drive home his point, he puts his hand on his revolver and says in soothing but gruff voice “Beat it”. The man obeys and scurries off as six feet of pure muscle approaches him and his former partner. After the man has disappeared from sight, He goes about his usual spiel, telling the lady all sort of sweet nothings. He’s become better at it. Practice, indeed makes perfect. She suspects nothing as she gets into the passenger seat of the car, laughing wildly at his obscene jokes. She seems a fool, but I can’t judge her, I fell for it myself.

If not for the dozens of people looking on earnestly, he would have kicked things off right there. Thinking better of it, he succumbs to common sense and drives off into the night, suppressing his wild urge to destroy the lady beside him. He drives right back to the forest reserve, why change a winning formula? They get out of the vehicle and by now the lady ought to have been a bit apprehensive, but she hops along after him, cheerfully. This is when I suspect things might not go along to his plans. The lady seems to be a bit too happy, and a split second later, we all see why. Anna gasps as the woman transforms into a ghastly figure two times bigger than he is, she grins and her huge serrated teeth are on full display. Horrified, he yanks out his gun and pulls the trigger.

The silence is maddening as he slowly realizes his folly in wasting the bullets on Anna, not like they would have done much help anyways. He makes to reload and immediately loses his arms to a swift slash from her blade like claws. He laid there, bleeding all over the grass. She, or rather, It inches closer to him, and grabs his huge leg, shoving it into her mouth. In a matter of minutes, his huge frame is reduce to pieces of flesh barely holding back intestines that threaten to spill. He can’t even scream for help. The creature leaves him like that, its apparently had its fill. It transforms back into the pretty lady from before and walks over to the back of the car where Anna and I watched in terror. “You’re welcome guys”, she says cheerfully and walks off into the night. His soul stands up and looks over at us with and says with a smile. “Oh its you guys”.