Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Plate

“You son of a bitch, I can’t believe I trusted you! I can’t believe we all trusted you!” he yells as he grabs her by the throat, slamming her against the wall. She struggles for air, trying to free herself from his grip. Then, suddenly, she stops struggling, relaxes, and smiles sarcastically.

“Well, isn’t this embarrassing,” she says as she thrusts a hand into his chest and rips out his heart. He stares lifelessly at her as his mouth drops open. For a few moments, they stand there, locked in each other’s eyes, until he drops to the ground, falling in a bloody heap. She looks over at the others, raises her blood-covered hand, and licks the blood from it, eyeing each of them as she does. “God, if you only knew all the shit you eat that you think is so good for you actually makes you taste like shit.”

“VILE DEMON, BE GONE!” a young man screams as he rushes forward, holding out a cross. She thrusts forward, grabbing him by the head, and twists as if opening a jar. The snap his neck makes is like a crack of thunder, and she tosses his lifeless body to the side.

“‘Vile demon, be gone?’ I hope some of you have newer material than this. I mean, seriously, that shit was old, and besides, it never works anyway. Don’t you fuckers keep journals that you pass on to the next generation, so they’ll learn from your mistakes?” she says, looking once more at the dwindling number. “Come on, I can do this all night. Why don’t you save me time and just give up? Get down on your knees and offer yourselves to me. I promise, I’ll make it quick.”

“We will never bow before you. We will never give you what you want!” another yells as he tightly holds onto a large blade.

“Tobias, really? Do you honestly think you stand a chance against me? Do you think you have the strength to take down a knight of the realm?”

“I DO! I’ve trained my whole life to be the best, to kill the unkillable, to stop the unstoppable, and you, my teacher, are all that and more. It’s only fitting you be mine to destroy,” he hisses through clenched teeth as he readies himself for the attack.

“Then, by all means, come at me, you pathetic piece of flesh and bones. Come and see, see how much I never showed you!” she growls as he charges towards her. It’s all too late when she sees him, from the corner of her eye—the young priest, his face wearing a twisted smile. She feels the blade pierce her chest, and, for the first time, realises that even the other can die the eternal death.