3 posts tagged “disturbing”

Don't Move

He pulled out, dripping onto the bed spread as he reached for his pants.
"When will I see you again?" the blond asks.
"Shut the fuck up you whore."
The man punched her in the face, and walked out of the room. Why do I do this to myself? he thought. He slammed the door behind him. The slut inside was still sobbing. I can't help it. I just lose control. He continued down the hall to the elevator.

Once outside he took a deep breath, and smelt the city around him. He coughed. I hate it here. he thought. The street was filled with taxis, but he looked at his watch and decided to walk instead. It would be quicker anyway, and he needed to get home in time. His long strides quickly became a jog, and before he knew it he was running flat out. He reached the hotel just as the bomb went off.

The twentieth floor erupted in a ball of flame. Glass and rubble rained down below. Fourty five minutes early.
"FUCK!" he screamed. "FUCK FUCK FUCK"
The bang rang out through the city, and cars screeched to a halt all over the city.

Work in progress

Talk later, David Tear

Fuck: is a good name for this, due to the fact that I have had no ideas at all to write for this. I need some inspiration!!

If Things Had Been Different...

Sweat dripped off his skin. He arched his back. Stretching and twisting until a loud crack gave him the satisfaction he desired. He was tired. Tired of running, and tired of killing.

Climbing in the car he noticed one of his headlights where dimmer than the other. "Hmm..", he thought to himself. "Can't keep this one going for much longer." The car roared to life, only to be drowned out by gun fire. The car spluttered to a stop as bullets ripped through the engine. Diving out of the car just in time the fuel line burst into flames blowing the car high into the air.

The shooting stopped, and a woman emerged from the bushes. It was the cop he had played with earlier. She was the one he had decided to leave alive. She stood uneasy on her left leg, as the other was in splinters. Blood dripped from it like a leaky tap. The lady raised the gun and aimed at the psychos chest. "Click.. Click-click-click" was all the noise the rifle made. A smile sprung to the targets face, as a smirk fell from hers. The gun dropped to the ground, and she fell over, as if trying to pretend she wasn't there. She knew this was the end. She had come too far past her requirements as a sheriff and, like all the victims, she knew what came next.

"I think we will make them match." Indicating to the left leg. The undamaged leg. He started to throw salt on the right leg. Earlier he had placed the leg in multiple vices. As he tightened each one slowly, the police woman begged for her life. The leg now was a bloody mess. Fractured bone was piercing the skin in all weird angles. The skin was torn where the vice had missed the bone and tore the flesh. Even the pin he hammered into her knee cap was still there. Along with half the cap itself. She continued to scream from the salt. Her head was pinned down, but she tried desperately to escape. "Shut UP!" the man yelled as he smashed her in the mouth with a hammer. Her cries of help quickly became gurgling sounds as her mouth filled up with blood. "Oh no, you're not dying yet my little princess." He took out a needle and gave her a quick shot of morphine. Just enough to keep her from passing out from the pain, but not enough to block out the pain all together. "Oh no no no. I have plans for you princess" He wiped his cheeks as he said this. "There is no one for miles, and I'm going to teach you what happens to mothers who abandon their young." Although this woman was young, she wasn't that young. The man wasn't that old either. "Matt?" She tried to say, but another knock with the hammer cracked her bottom jaw, and words then became indistinguishable from the screams of pain.

They played for another hour before he decided to end it. He removed the tube from her mouth that was keeping her from drowning in her own blood. Her left eye widened as panic began to set in again. Her right eye was already on the bench beside her. She began gargling again. Spluttering again. Coughing and wheezing. Matt stood there admiring his work and counting the minutes, it seemed, until she stopped moving. "I'm glad your putting up a fight. I'm glad you're suffering." He wiped away a tear. "Why didn't you ever TELL ME! WHY!!" Now he was the one screaming. Tears streamed down his face. "I hate you." he said, now whispering. "I hate you and I hate him." A body hung from the roof on hooks. It was burnt to a crisp, but Matt could still recognize who it was. The man he was left to live with when his mother left him. The man who liked sweet little boys, like Matt. More than sweet little Matt liked.

Talk later, David Tear

Where Is The Justice?

Blood seeped down his arm. He dropped the bat and slumped into the couch. He took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from his brow. The body in front of him twitched. The attacker stopped and stared. How could he still be alive? Looking down on him now, the damage could be seen. The side of his head was so badly damaged that it was clear what covered the floor. Brains lay spilled across the ground. He stood, and upon picking up the bat, struck the man again, and again. The sickening sound of cracking ribs filled the room. The ribcage was soft and after another strike with the bat, a rib punctured the chest wall. More blood covered both men. This time when he dropped the bat, he kneeled down, putting his left hand inside the man's chest. Blood oozing all over him, he felt around for the heart. The smell of death suffocated him, but he didn't care. He loved it.

He gripped the heart with both hands and tore it from the body. He brought the bright red organ, now going dark, to his mouth. Feasting on the organs of the newly deceased made him want more, his mouth watering. He lived for the fight, and loved the feast. He stood and turned, closing the door of the apartment behind him.

[This man was shot dead three blocks away, three days later, after breaking a woman's neck and biting into her jugular vein. The shooter received 10 years jail. Where is the justice?]

Talk later, David Tear