“There are something you don’t want to know, trust me,” He says flashing a wry smile as he gets to his feet. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have other more important things to do tonight.”
”You’re lying,” she says, grabbing him by the arm, his eyes erupt with power.
“So, you’re denying it then?”
”Of course I’m fucking denying it! I never touched any of them, why would I?” He says wriggling his way free from their grip.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
”What’s, what supposed to mean?” He says confused.
”What does ‘why would you’ mean?”
”The fuck?”
Derek pulls himself to his knees, using the headstone to brace himself against. He tastes the saltiness of his blood, feeling around in his mouth with his tongue, he touches the broken roots that remain from where his teeth once were, then spits a mouthful of blood to the ground.
“That’s not what I was hoping you would say,” Jerome says, his head dropping forward as tears stream down his face. She smiles softly, places a hand on his shoulder.
”It’s for the better this way. We are worlds apart you and I, an eternity even,” she says, squeezing him.
That’s when I knew I had gone too far down the staircase, I had filed to heed that stupid whores warnings, and I had, sadly, walked down into exactly what I had originally said would be happening.
Charles looked towards me, through eyes not his, smiling as I wet myself.
“You think, after all these years, after countless men, men greater than you, men who did more than you could ever dream to do,” he says, lifting Cassidy’s broken, bloody body from the ground. “What made you think you would be the one to claim me?”
”B-B-B-Because you’ve gotten old.”
“If you would all stop your pathetic sniveling, I’ll move onto something uplifting, rather than me ranting and raving about how I actually feel about you all,” he says, looking around the now silent classroom. ”That’s much better, how refreshing it is to actually have you all listening for once.”
“I cannot be what you want me to be,” she says, gently placing a hand on his.
His bottom lip trembles as he fights back the tears, “Why?”
”You know my answer.”
”Then you’ll also know what I’ll do to them, won’t you? They’ll all suffer because of you?”
”Yes.”
He falls to his knees, clutching at his throat as blood gushes from it, perfectly in tune with his heart. He tumbled forward, hitting the ground with such force, that his head vibrates like a metal drummers cymbal, and, as everything goes dark, he catches a glimpse of her smile.
He feels something tear into his stomach, the pain unbearable. He tries to scream, but a strong hand grips his mouth, forcing it closed. He feels a warm breath against the side of his face, and a slow hiss builds next to his left ear.
”Hello Kliver, I missed you.”
He places the bloody blade down at her feet and steps backwards. His deep, recessed eyes stare blankly towards her, while his once twisted face, now emotionless.
”You have done well my pet, now, you can rest,” she says, seconds later he drops to the floor in a lifeless heap.
“Consider this matter OVER! If you darken my door again, or I hear from anyone, ever, about this bile spewing from your mouth, I’ll do more than show you the DOOR! Do you understand?”
”B-B-B-But, s-s-she’s your daughter, you can’t jus….”
”I can do whatever I wish, whenever I wish!”
“How many more lies have you told me? How many times have I been a pawn in your stupid games!” She yells, slapping him across the face.
He allows a smirk to escape from beneath his mustache. “Every single chance I get, every time so…” But his words fall short.
“A wet dreams nightmare, that’s what I’d call that!” Emerson says laughing hysterically, as he can no longer hold it in.
”You said you wouldn’t laugh! You promised!”
”Yeah, and you said you’d tell me a story I wouldn’t believe, seems like we both lied. Shit like that happens everyday!”
“Three chances down Sammy!” He says as he slithers over him like a snake, and hisses in his ear. “How many more can you afford to lose?”
“F-F-FUCK YOU!” Sammy screams back in defiance.
“So, Next question?” He says, smiling as he places the knife’s blade against Sammy’s index finger.
Hello to everyone, I hope you all made it through Halloween safely?
I just wanted to let you know what’s going to happen for the next 30 days here at Twisted Roads.
I’ve been wanting to write some more shorts for a while, but, the time hasn’t been there, because, unlike when I was doing the 365 day challenge, I didn’t have to write any, and that kinda sucks.
So, for the month of November the 50 word stories are coming back, but with a difference. Back when I used to do the 50 word shorts, I would post an expanded, fleshed out version of the story, but for November you’ll all be treated to possibly 3, 50 word stories a day, and then at the end of the month we’ll release all the expanded versions in either 1, 2 or 3 ebooks. If you’ve signed up to the mailing list, you will of course receive these all for free, if not a small cost of .99 cents is asked for each book, which is nothing really for 30 odd short, harebrained stories, right?
Anyway, let’s get this party started and dismember November!
Matt