emoshalldie
12-15-2004, 07:17 PM
In The Early Morning
I woke up on an early, gloomy morning. The moon was still out, burning bright. It was probably no later than one thirty in the morning. I woke up, strangely, at exactly midnight. I woke for my bones were filled with, what felt like, a deathly cold. My hole body went cold, and I could not get warm. It must have been eighty-eight degrees, but it felt like it was well below thirty degrees. I was amazed that I could not see my own breath. The cold brought upon my body was sickening, but , some how, a smile still lingered on my face.
It was a clear night, and the moon was shining the brightest I've ever seen. A solid beam of light flowed through my window. From the corner of the house I saw a glint of light. The moon had shined itself on an ax, and the metal blade of the ax was glowing with radiance.
"Hello little buddy. How are you?" I said as I walked across the room, slowly, staring at my reflection in the ax. "Did you miss me?" I said in a soothing voice, " don't worry, I'm here for you now." I was now standing in front of the ax. I stared at my reflex ion in the ax blade, and I saw a large, pail man. I could see my usually shady eyes, glowing. My shaggy hair was laying over my face and I wiped it away. I had my usual frown on my face still, and I could see myself rubbing my scar on my chin. For some reason it was a habit, I think I only did it when I was happy.
I put an end to my meaningless gaze into the ax blade, and rapped my hands around the handle. It felt good under my *hands, like it belonged, it gave me a feeling of warmth. I slung it over my shoulder and gave it a few practice swings. *As I swung a smile crept onto my face, and I seamed like it made a home there for the rest of the night.
"I think me and you are going to go on a stroll around town, little buddy." I said while running my finger down the blade. It left a thin line of blood where it cut. "Yep, your nice and sharp little buddy, nice…and…sharp." I stuck my finger in my mouth and sucked out the axes blood. Then I reached down to the door handle, opened it slowly, *then strolled out the door. I had a sort of spring in my step. I almost felt like dancing. It was going to be a good morning.
I walked down the street using my new friend as a cane. I felt high and mighty, like I was on top of the world. No one else understood me, they called me a reject and a loner, but my shiny little friend new me very well. He didn't call me names, or say I was worthless, he was my friend, and we were going to have fun together.
I wondered the streets for about a half an hour, until I stumbled upon a cat. It came up to me all nice like and rubbed up against my leg, it then let out a nice warm purr. "Oh, aren't you just the cutest little thing." I said and pet the cat under its chin, and it started to purr again. "Yes, what a cut little kitten" I said, and a great grin came to my face. I griped my new friend and brand it over my head. I felt a tingling sensation all up and down my spine as I unleashed my little buddy on the cat. I struck it on the left side. I heard all the ribs break, then the shrill cry the cat let out. With this, I burst into a fit of hysterical laughter that must have lasted for a few minutes.
After my fit, I gripped the ax handle and pulled the ax out of the cats side, I hear a slightly squishy sound and I hear the cat scream again. At first there was no blood, and my bright smile faded a little. But then the blood cascaded all over the road.
"What a pretty little kitty cat you are" I said. The only response I got was a series of painful cries. I stared for a moment at my work, admiring it. The cat was flinching and it could not stop moaning. "If I were you" I began " I would stop that noise making". The response was a moan. "I'm only going to give you one more chance, so be quiet." with this the cat let out a fierce hiss. "I told you to be quite!" I yelled, now enraged. *I then took the ax in my hand and put it over my head, turning tit around so the blunt, hammer like side was facing forward. I jumped up in the air and brought down the ax on the cats head with all my force.
The head was gone. In its place was a stain on the road, a red and gray stain. Blood was running down my lip, off of my chin. It seamed I had bit my lip in my state of rage while sealing the cats fate. I looked at the body of the cat on the road and began to smile enormously. My hole body was tingling, I felt better than ever, and I was no longer cold, in fact, I was burning up.
I looked at the cat once more and said, " bye, you pretty little kitty cat," and strolled down the road once more, using the ax as a cane again. The spring in my step was still there, it didn't seam like anything could get it out.
"Well, I really should call Mr. Smidly before I come over, but I'm sure he wont mind it if I pop in for a quick little visit." I said with a sneer on my face. I took a walk down Renaldo avenue., I walked down the street singing I Kill Children bye the *Dead Kennedys. "I kill children" I sang in a vibrato voice, trying to replicate the singers voice. "And I kill cats" I added, *and the sneer climbed back onto my face, "and I kill bosses" I said with the sneer ever growing, "I kill everything" I know growled, "And ill kill you", I said, now standing out front of the middle sized house, it was blue with white trim. It had a basketball hoop hanging over the garage, put there by the previous owners. It basked in the light of a street lamp. I looked down and was amused by my shadow. It was like it was strait out of a horror movie. I was standing with my legs a little bit wider than shoulder width apart. My hands were off to my side and you could see the blood still dripping from the ax blade.
I stopped staring at my shadow and started my walk up the faded white steps. As I walked up them I could hear them creak under my weight. "O.K. little buddy, this is where the fun starts. Hope your ready" I said and laughed under my breath.
I grabbed the doorknob and *tired to twist it open. "Locked, you're a smart man Mr. Smidly, very smart guy." I sneered. I then grabbed the ax and used the back to break the lock. "Thank you little buddy" I said and turned the doorknob and walked into the house.
The house wasn't decorated to its fullest, but it wasn't to bad if you took the fact that a forty-three year old man lived there alone, unless you counted his pet turtle.
I woke up on an early, gloomy morning. The moon was still out, burning bright. It was probably no later than one thirty in the morning. I woke up, strangely, at exactly midnight. I woke for my bones were filled with, what felt like, a deathly cold. My hole body went cold, and I could not get warm. It must have been eighty-eight degrees, but it felt like it was well below thirty degrees. I was amazed that I could not see my own breath. The cold brought upon my body was sickening, but , some how, a smile still lingered on my face.
It was a clear night, and the moon was shining the brightest I've ever seen. A solid beam of light flowed through my window. From the corner of the house I saw a glint of light. The moon had shined itself on an ax, and the metal blade of the ax was glowing with radiance.
"Hello little buddy. How are you?" I said as I walked across the room, slowly, staring at my reflection in the ax. "Did you miss me?" I said in a soothing voice, " don't worry, I'm here for you now." I was now standing in front of the ax. I stared at my reflex ion in the ax blade, and I saw a large, pail man. I could see my usually shady eyes, glowing. My shaggy hair was laying over my face and I wiped it away. I had my usual frown on my face still, and I could see myself rubbing my scar on my chin. For some reason it was a habit, I think I only did it when I was happy.
I put an end to my meaningless gaze into the ax blade, and rapped my hands around the handle. It felt good under my *hands, like it belonged, it gave me a feeling of warmth. I slung it over my shoulder and gave it a few practice swings. *As I swung a smile crept onto my face, and I seamed like it made a home there for the rest of the night.
"I think me and you are going to go on a stroll around town, little buddy." I said while running my finger down the blade. It left a thin line of blood where it cut. "Yep, your nice and sharp little buddy, nice…and…sharp." I stuck my finger in my mouth and sucked out the axes blood. Then I reached down to the door handle, opened it slowly, *then strolled out the door. I had a sort of spring in my step. I almost felt like dancing. It was going to be a good morning.
I walked down the street using my new friend as a cane. I felt high and mighty, like I was on top of the world. No one else understood me, they called me a reject and a loner, but my shiny little friend new me very well. He didn't call me names, or say I was worthless, he was my friend, and we were going to have fun together.
I wondered the streets for about a half an hour, until I stumbled upon a cat. It came up to me all nice like and rubbed up against my leg, it then let out a nice warm purr. "Oh, aren't you just the cutest little thing." I said and pet the cat under its chin, and it started to purr again. "Yes, what a cut little kitten" I said, and a great grin came to my face. I griped my new friend and brand it over my head. I felt a tingling sensation all up and down my spine as I unleashed my little buddy on the cat. I struck it on the left side. I heard all the ribs break, then the shrill cry the cat let out. With this, I burst into a fit of hysterical laughter that must have lasted for a few minutes.
After my fit, I gripped the ax handle and pulled the ax out of the cats side, I hear a slightly squishy sound and I hear the cat scream again. At first there was no blood, and my bright smile faded a little. But then the blood cascaded all over the road.
"What a pretty little kitty cat you are" I said. The only response I got was a series of painful cries. I stared for a moment at my work, admiring it. The cat was flinching and it could not stop moaning. "If I were you" I began " I would stop that noise making". The response was a moan. "I'm only going to give you one more chance, so be quiet." with this the cat let out a fierce hiss. "I told you to be quite!" I yelled, now enraged. *I then took the ax in my hand and put it over my head, turning tit around so the blunt, hammer like side was facing forward. I jumped up in the air and brought down the ax on the cats head with all my force.
The head was gone. In its place was a stain on the road, a red and gray stain. Blood was running down my lip, off of my chin. It seamed I had bit my lip in my state of rage while sealing the cats fate. I looked at the body of the cat on the road and began to smile enormously. My hole body was tingling, I felt better than ever, and I was no longer cold, in fact, I was burning up.
I looked at the cat once more and said, " bye, you pretty little kitty cat," and strolled down the road once more, using the ax as a cane again. The spring in my step was still there, it didn't seam like anything could get it out.
"Well, I really should call Mr. Smidly before I come over, but I'm sure he wont mind it if I pop in for a quick little visit." I said with a sneer on my face. I took a walk down Renaldo avenue., I walked down the street singing I Kill Children bye the *Dead Kennedys. "I kill children" I sang in a vibrato voice, trying to replicate the singers voice. "And I kill cats" I added, *and the sneer climbed back onto my face, "and I kill bosses" I said with the sneer ever growing, "I kill everything" I know growled, "And ill kill you", I said, now standing out front of the middle sized house, it was blue with white trim. It had a basketball hoop hanging over the garage, put there by the previous owners. It basked in the light of a street lamp. I looked down and was amused by my shadow. It was like it was strait out of a horror movie. I was standing with my legs a little bit wider than shoulder width apart. My hands were off to my side and you could see the blood still dripping from the ax blade.
I stopped staring at my shadow and started my walk up the faded white steps. As I walked up them I could hear them creak under my weight. "O.K. little buddy, this is where the fun starts. Hope your ready" I said and laughed under my breath.
I grabbed the doorknob and *tired to twist it open. "Locked, you're a smart man Mr. Smidly, very smart guy." I sneered. I then grabbed the ax and used the back to break the lock. "Thank you little buddy" I said and turned the doorknob and walked into the house.
The house wasn't decorated to its fullest, but it wasn't to bad if you took the fact that a forty-three year old man lived there alone, unless you counted his pet turtle.