Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Pale Fact

He grips the blade and thrusts it deep into her stomach. Her eyes grow wide, her mouth falls open, and she quivers with fear.

“W-W-Why? Why?” she asks. He smiles and pushes the blade in deeper.

“Why not? That is the real question,” he replies. She gathers all the energy she has left in her dying body and drives her head into his, sending him reeling backward. He stumbles and crashes to the ground, clutching his head. “What the FUCK?” he yells, his lips twisting in anger and his brow furrowing. “I was going to take you quickly, out of respect for you being a woman and all. But now, NOW I’m going to make this last a very long, long, agonising time!” he yells as he scrambles to his feet.

“Grow up!” she hisses as she rips free of her bindings and catches him mid-stride, thrusting him against the wall. Her face twists and contorts, her eyes glow red, and her hair stands on end. “YOU DARE TRY TO TAKE MY MORTAL VISAGE?” she yells, gripping him by the throat and ripping it from him. He chokes violently as blood gushes out, filling his throat and rushing down into his stomach and lungs. He jerks around wildly as his life essence vacates his cold, lifeless body through his eyes. She smiles as she quickly opens her mouth and draws his essence inside her, then drops his empty, dead corpse to the floor.

“Fool, to think you thought you were enough to better me. Pathetic.”

“That’s not exactly how it was planned. Jester got a bit eager, is all,” a voice says from behind her. Slowly, she turns around to face twelve heavily armed men who stand ready to attack.

“Is this all for little old me?” she says, running a bloody finger around her deranged smile.

“Lady, this ain’t all we’ve prepared for you. When this is all over, that smile ain’t gonna be so pretty.”

She laughs. “Do you not realise how stupid that line sounds? ‘That smile ain’t gonna be so pretty’? Are you trying to fuck me or kill me?”

He raises a shotgun. “Believe me, I ain’t thinking with anything else other than this old piece of weaponry. It wasn’t my intention to try and be intelligent, just stating a fact,” he says as he pulls the trigger.

She moves as if everything else is in slow motion, and each man feels the sharp rush of her clawed, bony hands as they tear into their throats. Until she comes to him, that is. Instead, she defiantly raises him high in the air while the others drop to the ground as time is restored.

“Now tell me, is my smile still pretty?”