Tension Rising (Part 3)
Author: Rkowhore79
Title: Tension Rising (Part 3)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Centon
Summary: Randy lives a very secret and very dark life. Question is, can he trust John to be a part of it?
Warnings: Oh there will be blood...
Disclaimers: Randy isn't really as dark and depraved in real life as I make him out to be in this fic. Or at least I don't think he is;) Shit, you never know though, right?
Word Count: 1,422
*Author's Note: Sorry this part is so short. I've been really busy this week with RL shenanigans..but now I have like a month and a half to myself so FTW!!! I'm going to start Part 4 tonight most definitely!
Tension Rising
I slowly put the car into gear and roll out of the parking space, keeping my head down, being careful not to be recognized. Ahhh, the thrill of the chase, of the hunt. Nothing gets the blood flowing more rapidly, nothing gets the 'ol ticker racing faster than stalking your prey and I'm a master at the game. I'm a viper, coiled and ready to strike when the time is right. I run my tongue along my bottom lip as my heart beat quickens.
"Here froggy froggy froggy," I whisper to the empty car as I stealthily follow my victim out of the parking garage and onto the main road. I wait until we have reached the on ramp to the freeway before I switch on my lights for I don't want to appear suspicious or draw unnecessary attention to myself. I can see the two of them in their car ahead of me, Frog and the hot chick, nodding their heads to whatever music is currently blasting out of their speakers as her arm is snakes its way around his neck. I watch as she leans across the console and begins kissing on the exposed flesh of Frog's neck, or at least that's what it appears to be what she is doing. Hell, she could be licking or even biting him for all I know.
I smile, the sinister feature splitting my face in two. So Froggy thinks he's about to get lucky, huh? Well I beg to differ. I'm the one who is going to get lucky and as for Frog? Well, his luck is just going to run out. I chuckle softly to myself as I follow them, traveling a safe distance behind on the freeway. I am careful to leave a few cars between us, but really, how smart can Froggy be anyway, huh? I bet he wouldn't even notice if I was riding his bumper close enough to smell his bitch in the front seat. Nope, he sure wouldn't. I continue along using the safe approach anyway, you can never be too careful, not in my line of work anyway. I hope they don't live too far away, though, or else I'll have a bitch of a time explaining to John where I've been. He knows I'm a loner, that I like to keep to myself for the most part and he's used to my random forays into the night at all hours, thinking only that I need the time to think, to reflect. Little does he know what I'm actually doing, what I'm really using that time for. Because if he did? Well, then that string would be plucked, snapped and completely destroyed. Fuck up that one string and the whole damn carefully constructed cat's cradle would come tumbling down around me and I'd be damned if I was going to let that happen. Not until I was ready to share the other half of myself with him, at least.
I breathe a sigh of relief as I spy them up ahead taking the first exit we've come to. Shouldn't be much longer now. The rental car I'm driving is eerily quiet save for the steady, even breaths I am taking. In. Out. In. Out. Slow and steady wins the race, boy. Easy now. Don't get too excited. My mind is racing, telling me how to act, how to think while my heart pounds out a steady concierto of pure doom against my chest. I venture a quick glance towards the passenger seat and the sight of my little bag brings a certain light to my eyes. A glittering of pure evil as I envision the damage that each and every item in there can inflict. I picture the blood running, I hear the screaming, I smell the fear... I can taste it.
"Mmmmm," I sigh, suddenly panting heavily as I follow the Camry off the exit and onto a residential road. The fog is rapidly approaching, I can feel it; it's rolling in and I am powerless to stop it. I can almost see it taking over my brain and I give myself over to it as I creep ever steadily towards Froggy's house. Almost there. Shouldn't be. Much. Longer. I take a deep breath and let it out ever so slowly as I stay a safe distance behind the small car.
"That's it," I whisper. "Take me to your little lily pad, Froggy," I purr, bringing my right hand to rest atop the bag sitting innocuously next to me. "Show me where you and that hot girl of yours get it on." My breathing is rapidly increasing, my breaths getting shallower and I can feel my heart pounding inside of my chest; I can feel the blood pulsing through my veins as I near my destination. I mirror his left turn onto an inconspicuous looking residential street, careful now to stay out of sight and when I spy him turning into a long driveway at the end of the road I praise my good luck. Their nearest neighbor is a good quarter of a mile away.
Perfect.
Pulling over to the side of the road, I watch the pair exit their vehicle and make their way up the walkway to the front door. 'Patience is a virtue', I mutter to myself as I continue to watch them through the narrowed slits of my ice blue eyes. That's the motto I live by and it has paid off in spades over the past few years. Years spent lurking in the shadows, waiting, barely letting out the faintest whispers of a breath as I watched, as I listened and as I waited for my moment. The moment when I stepped out from behind the cloak of darkness and showed my true self to the person who was lucky enough to find out what that was, but unlucky enough to live to tell about it.
Yes, having patience has definitely boded well for me in the past and I have a feeling that tonight will be no different.
I'll give them a few minutes or so to go in and get settled, to become lulled into a false sense of security. I imagine they are in there changing out of their clothes and into something more comfortable, standing side by side in the bathroom, brushing their teeth all the while chattering about the evening with widened eyes as they bahh on and on. It sickens me. They sicken me.
I run my tongue along the top row of my teeth, holding it there for a second as I feel the sharp ridges graze my flesh. I bite down a little and then just a little more until I taste the teensiest drop of blood bead up from my tongue. Taking my index finger I swipe at it and then, peering down at the almost inky looking liquid in the shadowy interior of the car, I proceed to run the sticky substance all along the middle of my bottom lip, smudging it a little as I press my lips together, spreading the obscene ode to lipstick across my mouth like a woman getting ready for a first date.
It always begins with the blood and it always ends the same way. First with mine and then...with theirs.
Tick tock, tick tock. I glance at the digital time displayed on the dash. Almost midnight. The witching hour. The hour when everybody but the wicked are fast asleep, tucked into their beds, silently dreaming the hazy dreams of the innocent. There's no rest for the wicked, though. Tick tock, tick tock. Only a few minutes left on dear Froggy boy's clock. I lean forward against the steering wheel, careful not to press on the horn and wake up the entire neighborhood, and rest my chin over the hard plastic while my forearms lay casually across the top on either side of my face. My eyes are focused intently on the silent house directly in front of me. Tick tock. Tick tock. I lick at the crusty edges of the rapidly drying blood on my lips and feel my heart beat accelerate as the fog rolls in across my mind. My body knows what time it is. I sneek another peek at the glowing digits on the dash and a slow smile starts to snake its way across my chiseled jaw, the blood cracking in the outer edges of my mouth as I spy the time. Sure enough.
12:00. Froggy time.
Title: Tension Rising (Part 3)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Centon
Summary: Randy lives a very secret and very dark life. Question is, can he trust John to be a part of it?
Warnings: Oh there will be blood...
Disclaimers: Randy isn't really as dark and depraved in real life as I make him out to be in this fic. Or at least I don't think he is;) Shit, you never know though, right?
Word Count: 1,422
*Author's Note: Sorry this part is so short. I've been really busy this week with RL shenanigans..but now I have like a month and a half to myself so FTW!!! I'm going to start Part 4 tonight most definitely!
Tension Rising
I slowly put the car into gear and roll out of the parking space, keeping my head down, being careful not to be recognized. Ahhh, the thrill of the chase, of the hunt. Nothing gets the blood flowing more rapidly, nothing gets the 'ol ticker racing faster than stalking your prey and I'm a master at the game. I'm a viper, coiled and ready to strike when the time is right. I run my tongue along my bottom lip as my heart beat quickens.
"Here froggy froggy froggy," I whisper to the empty car as I stealthily follow my victim out of the parking garage and onto the main road. I wait until we have reached the on ramp to the freeway before I switch on my lights for I don't want to appear suspicious or draw unnecessary attention to myself. I can see the two of them in their car ahead of me, Frog and the hot chick, nodding their heads to whatever music is currently blasting out of their speakers as her arm is snakes its way around his neck. I watch as she leans across the console and begins kissing on the exposed flesh of Frog's neck, or at least that's what it appears to be what she is doing. Hell, she could be licking or even biting him for all I know.
I smile, the sinister feature splitting my face in two. So Froggy thinks he's about to get lucky, huh? Well I beg to differ. I'm the one who is going to get lucky and as for Frog? Well, his luck is just going to run out. I chuckle softly to myself as I follow them, traveling a safe distance behind on the freeway. I am careful to leave a few cars between us, but really, how smart can Froggy be anyway, huh? I bet he wouldn't even notice if I was riding his bumper close enough to smell his bitch in the front seat. Nope, he sure wouldn't. I continue along using the safe approach anyway, you can never be too careful, not in my line of work anyway. I hope they don't live too far away, though, or else I'll have a bitch of a time explaining to John where I've been. He knows I'm a loner, that I like to keep to myself for the most part and he's used to my random forays into the night at all hours, thinking only that I need the time to think, to reflect. Little does he know what I'm actually doing, what I'm really using that time for. Because if he did? Well, then that string would be plucked, snapped and completely destroyed. Fuck up that one string and the whole damn carefully constructed cat's cradle would come tumbling down around me and I'd be damned if I was going to let that happen. Not until I was ready to share the other half of myself with him, at least.
I breathe a sigh of relief as I spy them up ahead taking the first exit we've come to. Shouldn't be much longer now. The rental car I'm driving is eerily quiet save for the steady, even breaths I am taking. In. Out. In. Out. Slow and steady wins the race, boy. Easy now. Don't get too excited. My mind is racing, telling me how to act, how to think while my heart pounds out a steady concierto of pure doom against my chest. I venture a quick glance towards the passenger seat and the sight of my little bag brings a certain light to my eyes. A glittering of pure evil as I envision the damage that each and every item in there can inflict. I picture the blood running, I hear the screaming, I smell the fear... I can taste it.
"Mmmmm," I sigh, suddenly panting heavily as I follow the Camry off the exit and onto a residential road. The fog is rapidly approaching, I can feel it; it's rolling in and I am powerless to stop it. I can almost see it taking over my brain and I give myself over to it as I creep ever steadily towards Froggy's house. Almost there. Shouldn't be. Much. Longer. I take a deep breath and let it out ever so slowly as I stay a safe distance behind the small car.
"That's it," I whisper. "Take me to your little lily pad, Froggy," I purr, bringing my right hand to rest atop the bag sitting innocuously next to me. "Show me where you and that hot girl of yours get it on." My breathing is rapidly increasing, my breaths getting shallower and I can feel my heart pounding inside of my chest; I can feel the blood pulsing through my veins as I near my destination. I mirror his left turn onto an inconspicuous looking residential street, careful now to stay out of sight and when I spy him turning into a long driveway at the end of the road I praise my good luck. Their nearest neighbor is a good quarter of a mile away.
Perfect.
Pulling over to the side of the road, I watch the pair exit their vehicle and make their way up the walkway to the front door. 'Patience is a virtue', I mutter to myself as I continue to watch them through the narrowed slits of my ice blue eyes. That's the motto I live by and it has paid off in spades over the past few years. Years spent lurking in the shadows, waiting, barely letting out the faintest whispers of a breath as I watched, as I listened and as I waited for my moment. The moment when I stepped out from behind the cloak of darkness and showed my true self to the person who was lucky enough to find out what that was, but unlucky enough to live to tell about it.
Yes, having patience has definitely boded well for me in the past and I have a feeling that tonight will be no different.
I'll give them a few minutes or so to go in and get settled, to become lulled into a false sense of security. I imagine they are in there changing out of their clothes and into something more comfortable, standing side by side in the bathroom, brushing their teeth all the while chattering about the evening with widened eyes as they bahh on and on. It sickens me. They sicken me.
I run my tongue along the top row of my teeth, holding it there for a second as I feel the sharp ridges graze my flesh. I bite down a little and then just a little more until I taste the teensiest drop of blood bead up from my tongue. Taking my index finger I swipe at it and then, peering down at the almost inky looking liquid in the shadowy interior of the car, I proceed to run the sticky substance all along the middle of my bottom lip, smudging it a little as I press my lips together, spreading the obscene ode to lipstick across my mouth like a woman getting ready for a first date.
It always begins with the blood and it always ends the same way. First with mine and then...with theirs.
Tick tock, tick tock. I glance at the digital time displayed on the dash. Almost midnight. The witching hour. The hour when everybody but the wicked are fast asleep, tucked into their beds, silently dreaming the hazy dreams of the innocent. There's no rest for the wicked, though. Tick tock, tick tock. Only a few minutes left on dear Froggy boy's clock. I lean forward against the steering wheel, careful not to press on the horn and wake up the entire neighborhood, and rest my chin over the hard plastic while my forearms lay casually across the top on either side of my face. My eyes are focused intently on the silent house directly in front of me. Tick tock. Tick tock. I lick at the crusty edges of the rapidly drying blood on my lips and feel my heart beat accelerate as the fog rolls in across my mind. My body knows what time it is. I sneek another peek at the glowing digits on the dash and a slow smile starts to snake its way across my chiseled jaw, the blood cracking in the outer edges of my mouth as I spy the time. Sure enough.
12:00. Froggy time.