The Wrong One

Crack! A wave of heat, followed by a sensation that can only be described as ecstasy, courses through his veins as the woman’s body goes limp beneath him. His hands, loosen as he soaks it in. Took him longer than expected but her neck did eventually break. More of a fighter than anticipated. Not an unwelcome surprise. After all, Part of the excitement came from the struggle. After a moment of sadistic basking, he stands and blows her a kiss as he does so. Takes a few steps back towards his truck and grabs an old dirty shirt from the glove box. Reaches down and wipes the Ejaculate from his groin and tosses the shirt into the passenger seat. Zips his pants and lights a cigarette. As he does he hears a rustle in the distance. He squints as he scans the area, the dark forest looks like dancing black spears as the clouds part ways, clearing a path for the light of the full moon. Being the killer he is, the dark doesn’t frighten him. He shrugs it off, turns back to the body, throws it over his shoulder and tosses it in the bed with a hard thud. He’s much too close to the road to leave the body where it was.

He slams the Tailgate and hops into the driver seat. He cranks the old key and the truck gives a hard shake, perhaps a bit harder than usual but he doesn’t mind, as the engine putters to life he Turns the head lights on and slams it in gear. With the Cigarette in his lips, a winking squint, one hand on the wheel, and another on the radio dial. He makes his way deeper down the service road along a row of power lines that lead into a small village maybe 20 miles away. He finally settles on a staticky station playing some old Cash. As he sings that ol Folsom Prison song, He feels a strong thumping sound as the Truck begins to rock back and forth. Forcing him to hit his head on the door frame and drop his cigarette causing sparks to illuminate to cab. Slamming on the breaks, he turns around to see the woman’s body flailing violently.

“What the Fuck?!” He says to himself as he jumps out of the Truck and runs around to the tailgate and lowers it. He jumps back a good five feet as the body flaps and flails so hard that blood has started to fly from her elbows, fingers, and feet. Her neck, breaking even more in the chaos, causes her head to fold nearly underneath her torso. After a moment, It manages to wriggle its way out of the truck and onto the ground in front of him. Still, frozen in fear and shock, he watches. The Moonlight grows brighter when suddenly the body stops moving and a loud snapping noise is heard again. He watches in terror as her vertebrae realigns in her neck and her head snaps back into position. Her blouse and chest rip open, revealing clotted and matted black hair. Her arms and legs burst in a fleshy explosion as strong and powerful limbs, with claws like daggers protruding from the already elongated fingers, present themselves. Her face, from inside of her skull, cracks open at the upper mandible and splits entirely as a long snout filled with razor sharp teeth and a tongue that swings like a rope comes violently roaring out. Launching saliva and the smell of putrid death into his face.

Completely petrified by fear, he watches as this beast snarls and raises, puffing out its chest. Standing at full height, the man is forced to look up into the silhouette of the full moon in the sky. The Beast lets out a ear shattering, gut wrenching howl at the moon and returns its focus to the man. His tongue, like a snake, writhes below his fierce drooling mouth, searching for a taste. The man regains focus as he hears the howls of other beasts in the distant dark of the night, as the Forrest appears to move around him, without even having the chance to turn and assess the situation. The long blade like claws of the beast impale his windpipe in the center of his throat with such force that the tips of its fingers enter and the nails exit the rear. He struggles to move as he gasps for air. Blood already filling his lungs, as the beast quickly closes its grasp. Squeezing half of the mans neck in its gnarling fingers, his consciousness fades as he see the figures of more beasts surround them. All of them begin to bark and howl in a crazed frenzy as the beast raises him into the air, stabs his other claws into his abdomen and rips him in half. Spreading blood and guts on the pack. They all howl in unison then at once, begin to devour the man without pause or mercy. The Beast, raises his head and howls once more. Blood dripping in the moonlight as it returns to feasting on the cold, dead heart of a serial killer who killed the wrong fucking one.