BLOG ENTRY: by DG Wilson Jan. 3, 2009 9:19 pm
Chapt. 1 THE SYNDICATE:
The man cringed each time he remembered a punishment. In the past when he had gotten out he was beaten severey. Tears sprang out of his eyes at the memory. He started to whistle a high pitched whine just behind her. He had been bad like this only a few times before but his Grandma had said that she would have to send him AWAY if he did it again. He remembered her face as he cried out in pain; he had begged for her to stop. But she needed to do it, she needed to teach him she said...
He guessed that she just didn't hit hard enough. His eyes rolled around his head like a mad dog deep in fever. He was in total fear that he was going to be left behind and lost, again. However, he was more terrified of what was going to happen when he DID get home... The man stopped so suddenly on the sidewalk that a Wall Street Suit ran into him and cursed. She was gone! The Gold Hair was gone! The giant had turned his head just for a moment to look at a little dog. When he looked up again the woman was gone!
He turned around furiously, he looked back, she was not there! To the side? He ran to the edge of the sidewalk and wailed, he spun around again, he howled in frustrated fear. With dirty, long fingernails to his cheeks he tore his flesh; his eyes bulged. He urinated in his pants. Then, to the right, near a building he thought he saw some Golden Hair.
YES he saw the woman! She was about to go into the tall building. The sight her sent the man into a tremendous plunge into relief. He felt a sense of excitement, it exploded into a throbbing erection. Suddenly cool and refreshed the lumbering Giant realized that she was about to go into a building, a place he surely couldn't enter; he spiraled back down into fear and anger instantly. The apparent loss of her threatened to blow his heart out of his chest. He started to call out. He couldn't lose her! After he touched her hair, (he swore that's all he wanted to do,) he would ask her if she knew where his Grandma was, she had to know!
A thick hand out he reached to grab her shoulder, caught it and pulled back. Thick babble spit in her face: He needed to know where his GRANDMA! He wanted to touch her hair! Can she take him to Grandma?
The thickly muscled hand gripped her shoulder painfully, whipped her around and a huge man, in his forties, suddenly shouted in her face a stream of unintelligible jargon that spewed spit into her eyes and mouth. Shocked, she jumped back, but the hand on her shoulder was iron, she was unable to move her upper body. The feet of the woman flailed, tried to find their support, failed.
About to scream, she realized that the man was mentally deficient and raved panic. What could she do? Very scared, she looked about for help; however, the woman knew that even though she was among 10 million people... she was very alone.
The business woman grabbed the mans' arm and tried to get herself free. She was not a physically strong person, in fact somewhat on the skinny side she always thought. Her strength was not in her body, but her mind. She was cut for the top leadership of any company that she desired to sink her teeth into, she was tenuous, fearsome and full of ass kicking-except when it came down to a physical fight.
The woman was pulled back and forth, she barely heard shouting that was violent and full of emotion. A doorman behind her hesitatingly started forward, one old woman stopped and stared as she got into a waiting cab but did nothing. A full twenty men and women filed past the two as if there were nothing of interest at all. Golden Hair screamed, she tried to catch the attention of someone, anyone to help her; attempted to scream at the top of her lungs, "Call the police, kick this guy in the knee, ANYTHING!" but could not speak! Winded the woman's thoughts became scattered, her teeth clicked in her head. She was breaking she realized, and she really needed help. A darkness and sleep fell over her. The sounds of the street even of the man blurred and fell away as if from a dark tunnel.
The blond sought as she was thrashed to and fro to the right and to the left, she saw the door man of the building look concerned, but not move. Many people passed her by when the blond woman in red looked them right in the eye. She finally realized that she was completely alone and that this was a real fight.
Adrenaline flooded her system, deep down into the soul of her body a voice floated up, she was disassociated from her body and her mind floated free and could see the entire scene. She could rationalize what was going on, how she needed help, and now; but the voice in her head that screamed for her to flee, get away at all costs also fell away. The woman in red turned in her shoes, sprained an ankle, bent herself at the waist and tried to power herself away from the man.
Both of his hands were on her. The one that initially grabbed her shoulder went to the side of her ribs, and the other hand was near her neck, grasped her shoulder over the top. The mans' thumb crushed her collar bone and bruised her shoulder blade. Frantic, he shook her back and forth. His face come within inches of hers, then she was thrown back violently. All the while he screamed and cried unintelligible questions. Oh how he was terrified!
The woman literally broke in his hands. Her final scream escaped, it came out in a raspy sigh and hissed out her mouth slow like the controlled release of soda carbonation.
He shook even harder.
The difference in her body strength and tension told his simple mind that he had done it again. Oh dear Lord, he had done the Bad, Bad Thing... again! He did not want Grandma to punish him! The man started to tremble. He barely could see through the tears that fell down his cheeks. He tried to stare at her blood which dribbled down her chin and right ear.
His lower lip quivered and dropped the woman. She slid down his body and crumpled at his feet. His eyes grew so wide they threatened to pop right out of his sockets. The giant was finally silent. Bloody hands out, he backed away from the crumpled, busted form on the cement and ran.
The woman's eyes were open, bloody. Her mouth twisted, she still bled, her arms and legs were in funny angles behind him. Finally the people that walked by began to turn their heads, a few even slow their pace. Two actually stopped... but only to stare.
The doorman figured out that he should at least call 911 and report the incident. He wasn't getting paid enough for this crap, that was for sure.
More stared, one with a cell phone, but didn't call for help, a few took a snapshot for their Myspace page. Only one caring soul who stooped by the broken woman, the golden hair splayed out like a halo of fury, searched for a pulse-- but he covertly looked for any jewelry he could steal.
The last firing impulses of the woman's nearly dead brain realized those that did stop, stopped for a glimpse of blood. NONE of them cared a moment before when she was alive and needed help but now that there was death though-- their interest was caught like flies in webs.
Still no one had attempted to stop the crying, terrified, giant sized child as he ran away.
The mentally handicapped serial killer ran blind around the corner and across the ‘Big Street.' Angry car horns could be heard by the woman's body. Witnesses heard a few screeches but no crashes but they suddenly remembered where they were headed and returned to their own blind routines to find their destinations. They walked on to leave her death to continue with their own lives.
The lumbering giant had never been so fearful in his entire life! Even though his mind beheld the mental equivalent of a five year old, the man understood somewhat the kind of terrible trouble that he was going to suffer because this was not the first time he had killed a blond woman. In the past he had been punished, severely by his Grandmother. Briefly images of him chained, starved, and beaten savagely flashed through his befuddled mind. He remembered being hidden in the dark for months BUT the last time he was banished for an eternity in a cellar that was not at his Grandmother's house. When he was released the first face he saw was his Grandma which smiled, sure his homicidal tendencies were abolished. That was just a few weeks ago. Grandma thought he was cured. So did he. Little did the two of them know the truth.
He crossed the Big Street, just managed to get across before he was mowed down like a stray dog. The man blubbed and babbled, cried and screamed the entire way, turned down two more blocks and into a dark alley, he finally stopped.
Totally lost, confused, terrified, he wanted more than anything, (even Tapioca Pudding!) to hug his Grandma and to tell her that he was soooooo, so sorry! He would never EVER do it again, never. And he was sorry, he never did mean to kill anyone in the first place. He did it again though and he was going to be punished, that was for sure!
Just as the panicked killer turned around to flee again, a taller, leaner man in a fine three piece suit walked into the alley and right up to him. Without a single word the suited gentleman reached up and grasped the bottom rung of a low fire escape ladder. The handicapped killer was transfixed by the small golden pin on the man's black lapel. With a hand on the last rung, the gentleman in a suit looked down into the teary man's eyes. The thick steel hook holding the ladder suspended over the alley snapped cleanly and the ladder plummeted down to the mentally deficient man's skull. It exploded all over the alley.
Not a drop landed on the suit.
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