Doing a lilo-thing~
Well... Since I can't get myself to write about stuff in my ordinary life, as if i had one... xDD
I thought i'd do Like
brainblaster did. Put my random stories here.
... BUT! There's a warning!
I love writing about blood, goore and other icky stuff, so if you're afraid to read stuff like this i would tell you to consider stop reading riiiight.... about now.
Evil Mr. Badman
It was a cold and dark night, not windy and not calm either. I took a deep breath, and felt the cold air filling my lungs, and then exhaled it. At the same time I let my shoulders go down, relaxing. It was going to be a good night; I could feel it as I watched the starry sky. I noticed that the moon had not yet risen. But it would… Soon. It always rises. It always does.
The street was in total peace just as the night was. As I sat on the rooftop I could hear a low humming echoing towards the buildings, the lights of the car lit up the walls as it got closer and passed by and turned left. The car didn’t even blink in that direction. I leaned over the little wall and held my head over it and took a better grip of the little wall so that I wouldn’t fall down.
“Yup, a calm night it is.” I said to myself. I couldn’t see him yet. But he could be late. I liked watching him from up here. Oh, how he could talk to himself. Loud too. The conversations would always be of the same thing, same old things. Stuff that had happened a long time ago, I once heard him talk about things so detailed that had happened during the late 17th century. He kind of freaked me out a little but I was curious about him. I wanted to… I wanted to know this guy but if I approached him, I would scare him off. After all I did not look like they did. The small two legged freaks that didn’t do anything but to reproduce themselves, how pathetic weren’t that? I mean come on! At least my people had a purpose; all they do here is to poison their own world. Even though they knew it was to late to save the world, they tried.
I smiled a little. I saw the person I was waiting for, walking down the street. I took a step backwards to make sure that he didn’t see me. But as drunk as he were I hardly believed he would notice me but I didn’t want to take the risk. I could hear his nasal voice pierce through the night into my ears. Oh god, I hated his voice, the laughter, the crying of a better life. I heard his voice getting more and more loud and then to disappear. I walked towards the small wall and leaned over again. I couldn’t see him and his voice was gone too.
“Damn! I lost him, I never loose anyone!” I threw my legs over the wall and jumped down. The sound of my coat flatter in the wind filled my ears as I landed on the balcony below. I loved the sound my leather coat made. The metallic sound still echoed when I jumped down to the fire ladder and I could feel the cold metal through my gloves when I reached my fingers to hold on to it. I didn’t mind at all that I made a hell of a sound when jumping down because I knew no one would ever notice; this neighbourhood was after all more or less abandoned. And the disgusting stinking homeless people wouldn’t take much notice of it; they hadn’t before, so why now?
I climbed down the ladder and walked quietly in the shadows. I knew I could walk in the streetlights but I was afraid that he would see me. I still couldn’t hear him. It was quiet, way to quiet this night. I couldn’t even hear the sirens this calm and quiet night; they usually would be holding a little song contest. Especially in this neighbourhood. I was quite surprised that the police hadn’t caught me yet. A big no-no in this business is not to leave anything behind. I had left fingerprints, murder weapons, quite much anything that would be considered as evidence. But yet they had not caught me. I let a little smile play on my lips as I looked for the guy. He had dark grey hair, a bit chubby too but he did seemed to be a lawyer of some sort. Lawyers… Cockroaches were they all. Small, disgusting and pathetic.
I looked into the alley but saw nothing but darkness. A few rats came towards me and I raised my boot to crush one of them under it and I hit one. I enjoyed the little sound the rat made. The bones crushing, the little squeaky sound as it died. I shivered with pleasure and looked up.
“Ah, there you are!” I yelled at the sitting person I recognised as the guy I wanted to know. But I noticed that he wasn’t alone. Someone was standing over him and I immediately froze. “And you’re not alone. What a pity.” I said with a low voice full of disgust. The tall person walked towards me but I couldn’t recognise him at first. I listened. And I couldn’t hear the footsteps, only the weak breathing from the tall guy. Shuu…Aaahhhss…Shuuu…
I grinned. “Pathetic.” Now I could see the smile. A long sharp smile that revealed all his pointy teeth.
And then I felt it. The pain. I looked into his eyes and saw nothing but the same pleasure I just felt when I crushed that rat. I felt my breath trough my lips, the warm air contrast the cold. I began to cough blood but I couldn’t move my hands up to cover my lips, I was paralysed. I couldn’t breath, couldn’t move, I felt the panic swallow me like waves of water over my mind. I still grinned. And as I laughed I coughed up more and more blood. I could feel how he pulled out his claws with a sound of a schlick. I didn't feel the ground when my knees hit it, only the sound of the bones inside them being crushed by the hard impact.
“Fuck, he hit my lungs…” I thought and that was the last thing that came across my mind before the darkness welcomed me.