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The Rope

The Rope

I gasp awake, in a pool of my own sweat, it felt as if I was burning.

My breathing uncontrolled in a panic as I awake to sounds of anguish

“Hello” I scream but my response is only met with the scream of others

I begin to awaken more and I realize it’s dark. Not like a normal darkness but like darkness that has no end as if light has never hit this place.

I try to sit up too fast and I crack open my skull on the concrete wall only inches above my head. The blood runs straight down from my forehead, down the middle on my nose and finally into my mouth.

I have tasted my blood many times before in my line of work but my blood tasted different this time, it tasted more salty, with more disgust. When I usually taste my blood it drives me to put my fist into the skull of the damn person who made me bleed but this time it was me that caused my own bleeding.

I began to try to feel around with my arms and legs I raised my fist to see how high the wall above me was, I guess about 5 inches just enough room for me to fit under but not to move around, It reminded me of a crawlspace under a house.

If I only had a couple more inches upward I thought I could move because all on my sides was nothing but open space yet beyond the open space was the sound of screams.

And with each passing second the screams became louder as if they were getting closer to me so i could here there suffering.

I had to get out of here I thought as I tried to scoot backwards but as I soon as moved my leg I felt a tug, like something was attached to my ankle.

I had to know what it was I thought, this is going to be painful

I slowly scrunched myself forward stretching out my arms and feeling what was on my ankle.

It was a rope, a simple rope was holding on my ankle.

I have never been bound by a simple rope in my life, I thought as I again made a lunge back against the rope.

Yet the rope was unmoved.

It began to tear into my ankle the more I moved back with my hands keeping my body level to try to break it to no avail. Not enough room.

I began to feel a pool of something right at the rope; I could not tell at this point whether it was blood or sweat.

It didn’t matter, I had to keep trying to move even if I lose my leg, I have to get out of here I thought as I struggled more.

The screams, I could hear them more clearly the more I struggled, they were actually saying words,

“Why am I here?!”

“What did I do to deserve this?!

I tried to block it out and focus on just trying to move even an inch I just wanted to make some progress, yet no matter how i struggled the rope still bound me to the same spot.

I was sure now that the rope dug at least into my muscle, I could feel its lethal grip upon ankle.

The screams again were becoming louder and louder except now I made out more phrases

“I deserve this I admit my sin.”  

“I have done horrible things, please end this”

They were becoming more and more morbid but the phrase that stuck out the most

  “Confess before the man returns or you’ll all be sorry. ”

It had a more mono tone compared to the other screams and it made me shiver. Yet my ankle was numb now and I could feel the rope as it if it was getting tighter with each passing second as if the rope was alive and wanted to bind me even more.

I begin to think about the screams I continued to hear.

I did not deserve this, I may have done things, things that I only know and that if other people knew about, they would consider me a monster, probably say I deserve something worse than whatever this is. What I have done is on the victims’ soul though I just performed what was required.

Karma is a bitch and I am her executioner.

Any punishment I deserve should be done by the victims’ families; I want to see the horror in their eyes when they finally get their hands on me and I confess all the things their little precious angels have done, which is always worse than what I ended up doing them.

Yes I killed, but those victims got off easy compared to my other victims.

I have tortured people, I have erased some people existence from this world, I even made one of my victims become a victim of his own sick twisted sexual game he was playing with other people.

All the people I have punished deserved what i have done to them. I hated them all with a passion and I was not alone.

I made the world a better place.

I work for Karma and Karma is a bitch and I am the executioner, the one that brings judgement down for her.

“I should not be here” I screamed I sounded just like all the other people screaming in this place. It was pointless I’m probably just going to go mad by the screaming before I finally die by lack of food or water.

The screams all of a sudden began to die down then I heard 3 very clear screams and then silence

The 1st Scream: “We all deserve this no mercy shall be bestowed upon us unless you confess” it was the sound of a woman, her voice sounded like as if she has given up, on everything. I wasn’t going to that, never i am a man that will never surrender.

The 2nd Scream: “Confess your sins, you will have a quick death, a death less brutal than what he has in store for you, confess quickly for he comes!” This one had a deep mono voice, the same as the one that said confess in the first place. He sounded as one of those madmen prophets that always say the end is nigh to everyone in San Fran.

The 3rd Scream, disturbed me all the way down to my soul: Clear your soul of burdens,  He is here, don’t resist the pull of the rope, embrace it, your  flesh will feed them and make them stronger.” It was simple voice of a child, so pure and innocent but with such a dire tone

What was she talking about I wondered and then I felt a little nudge on my ankle.

All of a sudden everyone around me erupted in screams.

“I will not feed those monster”

“You will not take me!”

I heard so many phrases like that as I felt the rope tighten and began to slowly drag me.

I tried to dig my fingers into the ground but it was concrete.

I tried to twist my body and break my ankle off from this room.

The pain was unbearable as I broke and cracked my ankle

I screamed in anguish and tried to twist more to escape the tug of the rope.

But all I did was cause myself more suffering, as the rope never lost its grip and dragged me at a faster pace in the darkness.

All the screams intensified more and more

“Save us”

“Mercy”

I did not scream anymore though

I will face whatever is dragging me

I will let the rope decide the fate

Of the executioner of Karma.

The wanderer

As i was lost in abyss looking for the light in my shadows there was man.

“Excuse me sir” I said “Can you point me to the light, or an escape from this place.”

“I can’t im sorry son” He said looking surprised i noticed him

“Are you lost too sir, because if you are we can help each other!”

“No i am not lost i am a wanderer. I wander these lands alone” For a second it seemed as if he was proud of being here.

“Why do you wander these lands alone”

“I came here in the abyss, willingly to wander, to be alone. I got tired of the world, tired of being alone up there so i made a choice, let the shadows of my loneliness consume me and become alone forever”

“Sir no one is alone forever”

“Yes people are always alone, you just don’t realize it, they hide like shadows among us always looking like everything is normal and that they are happy. But i can see though there fake lies. Us shadows know each other and can see the pain we go through”

“Why don’t you seek help? why don’t you help each other out? why don’t you come to the light?”

He smirked.

Question is all you can come up with, yet you don’t understand the problem, you don’t understand us shadows in the world.

I sigh and looked confused

We try to fit in, once we give up trying to reach out to people and fit in we build this create this fake persona that everything is alright, that we are good and that we have people close to us but we don’t, we are actually dieing on the inside until we choose to let the shadows consume us and become wanders. It’s easier than trying over and over to fit in. You don’t have to feel the pain of  being rejected or people looking at you like a fool or hurting you just wander.

“Sir, i am glad i am not you that sounds so horrible, i feel sorry though.

He laughed.

“You may not be me but you are in the same place as me and you are not here by choice but are lost, so you are in the worst position, i am glad i am not you.”

He smirked and said one more thing

“You have no idea the pain we go through up there, no idea the depth of our sorrow, it goes beyond the deepest part of our soul this loneliness, and corrupts our soul till we just have to accept the pain and realize the truth. Now that i accepted the truth my soul feels free even though i know it is darkened and has a burden that will never go way.” He then gave me a very cruel death stare as he said “Your soul is darkened in a far worse way than mine but you have a chance so don’t waste it”

And the shadows slowly came around him and consumed him from the bottom up until the last image left of the old man was his stare.

 

 

 

 

The demon’s of a man

The Demons of a Man

The demons of man

The darkest deepest secret of a man

Some see there demons

Some are oblivious to them

They are there though

In the shadows of your mind

Whether you admit it or deny it.

Some are known to others

Some are unknown

But it lies there inside them

Whether you know or know not the demons of your fellow man.

You imagine defeating it over and over in your head

You dream of the day when it will be gone

Yet the night is still young

It sits lurking, just out of reach

Taunting you, Temping you, Making you

You try to fight it

You try to kill it

But in the end you live with it

You let it control you

You scream give me freedom or give me death

Yet you never live those words.

Night after night, sorrow after sorrow

You let it consume you

…Until the night never ends and the shadows consume you

I’m back on the blog and will be updating once or twice a week on Tuesday and sometimes on the weekend

Nero’s Sorrow

Here is the last of the 3 part sorrow series. next week starting a new short story series next week may start a new series or take a break :

 

Sorrow of Nero

The door opened, and in a flash the bullets began to fly, and instincts took over as I took a step back and took cover in the doorway as the bullets littered the inside of the house. Everything it seemed had taken a bullet and shattered from vases to pictures; even the plants got shredded with lead. Everything of my former master’s house was being destroyed, and in my mind slowly I began to forget about everything that happened to me in the past year. Pero, Lilia whom I loved and my little precious Abby their images just started to fade ever so slowly as more and more bullets entered in the house. And then slowly I began to fade as I looked down and saw the blood oozing from my mid-section.

            “No, not yet!” One part of my mind screamed yet the other part of my mind just faded ever so slowly like a black hole absorbing all my memories within it.

            Then something clicked in my mind and again instincts took over as I finally left my cover and began firing on my assailants. I could feel the heat and recoil of each shot I took, yet my mind and my vision were in another place. All I could see was my precious Abby, along with her mother Lilia standing there waving goodbye.  I couldn’t wave as my hands were busy firing guns, but I so badly wanted to.

            As they continued to wave, I saw the flames, start at their feet and slowly they began to burn up.

            “No!” I thought as I watched them burn and scream in agony.

            “NOOOOO!” I  screamed and my mind  resorted back into reality and I looked at all the carnage I caused. I quickly counted at least 15 dead and looked at my body and realized I have been shot about 5 times, with only 2 piercing through my body armor. Good, I’m in one piece, I thought but then I saw, at the end of the walkway the big man Rie standing there, grinning.

            “You don’t disappoint, Nero, I’m impressed, no very impressed you killed all my men, not an easy task to do, mind you.”

            “Fuck you!” I screamed at him as I pulled my hand up and aimed my gun straight for his head. I squeezed the trigger and he moved and the bullet hit the wall behind him.

            “Too slow,” he said as he charged me. I pulled the trigger 6 times, all 6 times missed as he charged and punched me in the gut and I collapsed

            “Pathetic, I was expecting at least one hit from you! Is that all you have, Nero?” he said while kicking me more and more as I lay prone on the ground. The guns slipped out of my hand as the more kicks he landed, and the pain became more and more unbearable.

            “What a weakling you are, Nero; you couldn’t even protect them, couldn’t even save your precious little Abby, from me and her scumbag father, could you! You couldn’t even figure out that Lilia was poisoned because she loved you!”

            My mind was all in knots right now as a million thought flew though my head, on what the hell had happened over the few years I was guarding this families, trying to piece everything together but to no avail.

            “Pero found out his wife loved you! And conveniently, he had a debt to pay to me so he poisoned her and killed her, and in pity went to drinking like a little pussy he was.”

            My mind was all over the place as it began to digest this information, but my killer instincts began to kick in more and more as my hand moved toward my gun.

            “We observed how pathetic and worthless he was and blackmailed him to get more money out of him and then, he did the dumbest thing ever, and I knew from the start it was a dumb idea! He tried to kill you and his daughter Abby with my men!”

            My hand inched closer and closer to the gun, as the pain of him kicking me slowly began to fade.

            “I mean we did kill Abby, but what kind of rotten man would do that, kill his wife over jealousy and then kill his only daughter and the man who protected him and cared for him. He must have been one worthless piece of shit, and you didn’t realize that when you started working for him! How pathetic are you!”

            “Not as pathetic as you!” as my finger barely squeezed the trigger and the bullet this time went right though his leg.”

            “Fuck, Fuck!” He screamed as I gathered my strength and crawled on top of him.

            “What the hell are you doing, are you gay or something?” He screamed but then realized death had come to him as he felt the gun run up his body, till the barrel of the gun was shoved in his mouth.

            “Finally, I get to speak,” I said as I felt him squirm under me. “My boss Pero was a good man until you came in; you caused all this pain and suffering from my perspective, and for that I hope you burn in the deepest part of hell for it!”

I pretended for one second to pull the gun away and could see the relief in his eyes, but then the fear in them returned  when I said, “I will see you there!” and I pulled the trigger and his head splatted all over the rose garden.

            I rolled off his body and stared in the sky. The sky was all grey again, like the night Abby died and slowly I watched the rain trickle down, and again the memories began to fade. I tried my hardest to stop them from fading but in the end my mind forgot to do that and then I wondered what the point of living was when all the memories of the only time you were happy were fading away.

            “I guess I’ll see you in hell sooner than I thought,” I said to the dead body Rie as I brought the cold gun barrel right underneath my chin.

I began to say my last goodbye, as my memories began to fade, ilia the women I loved, yet could never have. Pero the man who was once good but his true rotten colors that fooled me showed in the end. Last but not least, my little precious Abby, the only child I ever had, who I loved and cared for who…

My mind couldn’t come up with anything, it was time.

My finger squeezed the trigger.

 

 

Shadow

Shadows

I sense it

I feel it

I see it

I experience it

I live it

 

Shadows

Of my past

Of my present

Of my future

 

They see me

I see them

 

They lurk in dark

Watching waiting in the dark

To take their strikes at me

 

They don’t attack when I strong

But when I’m weak they swarm

 

Shadows

Of my past

Of my present

Of my future

 

They come all at once

I throw them off but more come

All at once

But once the lights come

They slither back to the dark

 

Shadows

Of my past

Of my present

Of my future

 

Waiting, lurking, lusting for my fall

So they can come to play

Yet I still stand tall

Till I can’t stand

 

And lose myself in the

Shadows

Of my past

Of my present

And of my future

 

 

 

Next post will be a poem called shadows

Also in 2 days coming out with  short horror story, written in 1 day (starting tommrow) so wish me luck

Next week will also be the conclusion of the sorrow Series: Nero’s Sorrow

Pero’s Sorrow

As promised here is part 2 to the sorrow series Pero’s Sorrow

Pero’s Sorrow

The guy in the suits that entered my former boss’s house intrigued me. Why would anyone that has to have bodyguards want to enter into a man’s house that wanted by all those people? My position will probably be blown if this turns out to be a false lead, but to me it’s something exiting for once in the past 3 days.

I slowly left my perch and slid into a hidden hole in the wall. A hole that only Abby and I knew about, hidden to the naked eye and the perfect way to avoid his body guards. I doubt I could have gotten in as these body guards looked a lot better than the lot that came in earlier.

I went in though the basement window; it was still dark and eerie as ever. It used to be lively when Lilia, Pero’s wife was alive. She used to always be down there in all her beauty, sewing away or doing different things. I asked her once why she was always in the basement as it was odd that anyone would love to stay in the basement. She responded that with its damp, cool and wetness and to a girl that lived all her life in the sun. “To me the coolness of the basement represents peace, if your hot, then there is a heat, thing always happen whether love, hate or something in-between. I have had enough heat in my life and I am ready just for the coolness of life.”  9 weeks later she was dead yet those words still ring in my head as the heat of the fire of hate burns my soul.

I crept up the stairs, yet no body guards were in the house, which to me was strange yet common when important information is being said. I snuck up the stairs and stood outside the door of Pero’s room and began to listen.

            “So everything is good between us? The debt has been paid off after all”

            “No, everything is not good,” the man in the suit said, he was Caucasian with a little bit of a Hispanic accent; he may have picked it up from where he lived.

            “Why? I did everything you asked, I got the money you needed, through the insurance money, all the debt has been paid off”

            “There still is a loose end, Pero! That body guard you had, Nero.”

            “He is not a loose end, he is loyal to me”

            “Then why are you looking for another one!”

            “He just needed some time off.”

            “Bull Shit!” The man in the suit said flipping over the table in his own little rage, and now I could see just how bulky this man was in statue; in a way it was intimidating. I knew it would be one hell of a fist fight with him, hell, even a gun fight; I would have to finish him quickly in one shot.

            “Rei, Calm down, he won’t do anything”

            “It’s you or him, Pero! I don’t want any loose ends.”

            “But I c..” The man in the suit swung his fist at the wall in rage leaving a gaping hole

            “Call him, do whatever you can to get him to meet you and we will take care of the rest”

            Pero, still shaking, I see him reluctantly gets out his phone

            “That’s it, Pero; now dial the damn number!”

            He dials the number and at that moment I remembered my phone which I didn’t put on silent.

            Ring, ring, ring!

            Shit.

            I watched as the man in the suit turned around to face me at the door where the ringing was, and he laughed a bellowed laugh.

            “We have a guest apparently, and you didn’t even invite him for drinks Pero!”

            I could see him frozen in fear, as he realized I heard everything.

                        “Why don’t you invite him in?” Rei said.

                        My master still froze in shock and at that moment, I made my move as I busted though the door.

                        Barge in, aim, and fire the sequence I done so many times in so many assassination missions yet this time it didn’t work out as planned; as I fired and he moved with unnatural speed over to Pero and held him in front of me, as if signifying a trophy.

            “So you are the great Nero he kept telling me about over the years”

            “I am,” I said waiting for the 1st opening to shoot this man.

            “Well, looks like the bodyguard business wasn’t for you,” and at that moment Rei’s hand squeezed his neck and I heard the cracking of Pero’s neck bones.

            I fired, and fired again, hitting my former masters’ body as again Rie moved with supernatural speed out the window.

            I knelt by my former master, Pero, still somehow alive, but barely.

            “What did you do?” I screamed at him.

            And in the faintest voice I heard, “I’m sorry, I was a jealous man,” he rasped up some blood, and then he said his last words, “Do what you do best, Kill him for Abby, for Lilia, and for the man I use to be. Nero, I’m sor…,” his voice faded and I felt his relief but at the same time felt a dark aura around him.

            My mind was still processing what was going on, but I heard the steps of people coming up the stairs, and instincts kicked in. I walked toward the door gun at my side. The First guy head appeared at the top of stairs.

            Bang!

            His body hit the top and rolled down as I slowly walked out of Pero’s room.

            I spotted 2 more at the bottom of the stairs, and before they could turn up to see me I shot them both dead, head shots right between the eyes. My instincts and skill with the gun were back, and more deadly as ever as I walked toward the door, my 2nd gun now drawn, ready for whatever was waiting outside the door.

To be continued

Weekly piece: Poem Fade

Like i said i updating this blog weekly with this week being a poem. Next week will be part 2 of the sorrow series titled Pero’s sorrow
But here is Fade:

Fade

Slowly I fade from the shadows of light

Every so slowly the light escapes me

The beauty and majesty of the light so bright

As the shadows come in and now it’s the shadow and me

 

The shadow’s so dark its consumes all it touches

It starts out small, just a minor dark deed

Yet slowly but surely you realize it touched you

And slowly but surely he takes your soul deed

 

That’s how the shadow got me, I thought I was bright

But the candle light I shown was just an illusion

Everyone around me could see the fake light

But to me and my soul we knew the truth of our delusion

 

And now the time has come to pay

For all the dark deeds I’ve done

On this very dark day

There can only be one

Light or darkness

 

 

Abby’s Sorrow

I looked into the eyes of a little girl, a little girl who was very dear to me. I watched slowly as the light of life slowly faded from her eyes and she passed away I held on to her tightly holding her fragile bleeding body.

            “This can’t be” I said “How was this possible” my mind still couldn’t comprehend what just happened, my little innocent precious Abby, the girl I suppose to protect, is now my arms, the arms that are supposed to protect her, to take whatever kind of punishment that comes after her, yet they failed her.

            I finally composed myself and got up and carried her body, in the house and took her up to the main room, where her father was.

            “What happened, are they dead Nero?” her coward father Pero said finally peaking over his desk after hiding during the attack. Some Father was he, hiding while they attacked, abandoning me and his daughter, though he abandoned his daughter long ago and I became the only father to her.

            I couldn’t hold my emotion any longer when I saw him arise from behind his desk, still asking and screaming what happened and asking if they were dead, not even paying attention to the body of his daughter in my hands.

            I threw her body down on the desk

            “Look at what you’ve caused” I screamed my voice pulsing as I lunged at him and grabbed him by the throat pinning him against the wall, I wanted him to feel the pain and the sorrow that was inside me, I so bad wanted to kill him now, the world would be a better place without him my mind kept repeating over and over in my head.

            He grunted and screamed like the little pig he was, so worthless and no value to anyone anymore but to the people who wanted him dead, and I decided to leave him as I dropped him on the ground and walked away.

            “What are you doing, don’t leave me” he screamed.

            Maybe I should have killed him there, but in my mind a planned began to form, and the saying in my mind kept on repeating, “They’re going to pay, they’re going to pay, they’re going to pay”.

 

3 days passed and the only people, who entered my former master’s house, were people who replaced me, people who I knew didn’t have the skills I had to protect him. I could tell by each of them that they were only there for the money didn’t care about him at all. I however did care about him and his entirely family at the beginning. Everything was good and lovely he had no enemies, and everyone seemed to love him and his family.

Then his wife, his beautiful wife who I slowly fell in love with though never admitted it passed away under mysterious circumstances very slowly and painfully.  I believed she was poisoned but could never prove it. Pero took it hard and went into a drinking fit after her death, and started saying crazy things when he drinking. Each night he slowly lost more and more friends and people lost respect for him and just considered him another rich asshole of this country that didn’t care about anyone but his self.

            The person who suffered the most though was little Abby. She watched her mother slowly die in the hospital bed, never leaving her side for the 6 weeks she was there. When the funeral came she never cried but in her sweet little face the bright light of happiness young girls always have dimmed forever , all I could see is sorrow and pain that could never be removed from her. Maybe it could of came back if her father would of helped her instead of drinking. She always asked at night “where’s Papa” I always told her he had business when he was out drinking.

Yet..

            She soon found out the truth when he stumbled in drunk again and tried to attack her, blabbling some stuff that she must die. I knocked him down that night and laid Abby to bed, lying to her saying daddy had some bad medicine that made him crazy. She knew enough to know I was lying but she accepted what I said. Once she was asleep I lost it and beat the living hell out of him for it to the point of death.  He didn’t remember the beating, nor was it right but it felt good, and he deserved it. That night is when my love for him left and the hate entered. The only reason I was there was for little Abby, to protect what little innocence she has left.

Yet…

            Now she is dead and the hate mustered up inside me again. My former skills, skills I desired to never use are back and sharper as ever. I’m going to kill whoever did this to Abby and then I’m going to kill him.

As these thoughts rushed through my head, a man in a suit with body guards entered into the house.

To be continued

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