an interest in him, just as it had taken an interest in many of the shady characters that came through our bar.
Some of those interests, I acted on.
Some I didn’t…which seemed to frustrate the Dark Thing at times, but if I acted on all of its compulsions, I would never have a moments rest or live a semblance of a normal life.
“Not tonight,” Lizabeth replied. “Actually, not ever again.”
“Why’s that?”
“I finally worked up the guts to break up with him.”
“Gave you a hard time, did he?”
“A hard time?” She gave a humorless laugh and lowered her glasses so I could see her black eye. “He’s the one who gave me this . Last night.”
“The fucker.” I handed her the beverage.
“If I ever see him again, I swear I’ll…I’ll make him pay for it.”
“Has he ever been rough with you before?”
Lizabeth laughed another cold laugh. “Rough? That’s all he’s ever been to me. That’s why I left the son of a bitch.”
“Well at least he’s out of your life now.”
“So I hope.” She took a sip of her drink. “That asshole scares the shit out of me.”
I got the feeling that I should follow this woman home, a feeling brought on by the Dark Thing’s subtle encouragement.
She left the bar stool in search of the video lottery terminals and as she played away at the video games, I kept an eye on her for the rest of her stay.
When she was finally ready to leave, the Dark Thing stirred intently within me, urging me to leave with her.
She left through the back door and I gave her about a minute’s head start before I left through that same door, after her.
“Aw shit,” I called to Charlie, “I think I left my oven on at home. I’ll be right back.”
I didn’t want to shit where I eat as the saying goes, by engaging in risky activities in such near proximity to my place of work or life, but the Dark Thing was insistent that I let its darkness spread over my body, my face, my hair.
There was no one around.
It was safe to do it.
And so – I did.
Armed, I followed her through the shadows of the back alley and saw Jimmy long before she did.
He was hiding, waiting for her, at a break between the buildings, in the darkness there.
“Out whoring around already, eh Lizzy?” He asked, holding something plastic in his outstretched hand.
“Jimmy, what—” He was upon her in an instant and I saw him deploy his weapon – a taser.
The sizzle of an electrical charge cut through the air.
As she fell to the ground, spasming from the electroshock, I advanced upon him, growing fine points out of the tips of my fingers.
“Nobody says no to Jimmy Blair.” He spat at her. “No one makes a fool of Jimmy Blair. No one-” He was halfway through his sermon when I tapped him on the shoulder. “Wha—”
He turned toward me, eyes widening with shock.
“Jimmy Blair shouldn’t hit girls.” I grabbed him by the throat, lifting him off his feet with the Dark Thing’s supernatural strength. “Jimmy Blair should know better.”
I wanted to scratch the surface of his skin, to see why the Dark Thing wanted him so.
The fine points at the tips of my fingers drew a small amount of his blood – small, but enough for the Dark Thing to show me his crimes and the plans he had made for the tasered woman who lay at our feet.
Through his blood letting, the Dark Thing showed me the tortures that he had planned for her.
The fresh grave dug out at his uncle’s cabin, next to an older one, the shallow grave of Sarah Andrews, the last girl who had dared to tell Jimmy Blair no .
At my will, the Dark Thing jutted thick probes of razor sharp exoskeleton into his neck, a multitude of them, sucking the corrupt blood from his body as I held him there, his feet barely touching the ground.
Lizabeth stirred on the ground, regaining consciousness.
I had to finish him off, quickly and so, upon crushing his throat, I willed the Dark Thing to contort into a thick rope around his
Some of those interests, I acted on.
Some I didn’t…which seemed to frustrate the Dark Thing at times, but if I acted on all of its compulsions, I would never have a moments rest or live a semblance of a normal life.
“Not tonight,” Lizabeth replied. “Actually, not ever again.”
“Why’s that?”
“I finally worked up the guts to break up with him.”
“Gave you a hard time, did he?”
“A hard time?” She gave a humorless laugh and lowered her glasses so I could see her black eye. “He’s the one who gave me this . Last night.”
“The fucker.” I handed her the beverage.
“If I ever see him again, I swear I’ll…I’ll make him pay for it.”
“Has he ever been rough with you before?”
Lizabeth laughed another cold laugh. “Rough? That’s all he’s ever been to me. That’s why I left the son of a bitch.”
“Well at least he’s out of your life now.”
“So I hope.” She took a sip of her drink. “That asshole scares the shit out of me.”
I got the feeling that I should follow this woman home, a feeling brought on by the Dark Thing’s subtle encouragement.
She left the bar stool in search of the video lottery terminals and as she played away at the video games, I kept an eye on her for the rest of her stay.
When she was finally ready to leave, the Dark Thing stirred intently within me, urging me to leave with her.
She left through the back door and I gave her about a minute’s head start before I left through that same door, after her.
“Aw shit,” I called to Charlie, “I think I left my oven on at home. I’ll be right back.”
I didn’t want to shit where I eat as the saying goes, by engaging in risky activities in such near proximity to my place of work or life, but the Dark Thing was insistent that I let its darkness spread over my body, my face, my hair.
There was no one around.
It was safe to do it.
And so – I did.
Armed, I followed her through the shadows of the back alley and saw Jimmy long before she did.
He was hiding, waiting for her, at a break between the buildings, in the darkness there.
“Out whoring around already, eh Lizzy?” He asked, holding something plastic in his outstretched hand.
“Jimmy, what—” He was upon her in an instant and I saw him deploy his weapon – a taser.
The sizzle of an electrical charge cut through the air.
As she fell to the ground, spasming from the electroshock, I advanced upon him, growing fine points out of the tips of my fingers.
“Nobody says no to Jimmy Blair.” He spat at her. “No one makes a fool of Jimmy Blair. No one-” He was halfway through his sermon when I tapped him on the shoulder. “Wha—”
He turned toward me, eyes widening with shock.
“Jimmy Blair shouldn’t hit girls.” I grabbed him by the throat, lifting him off his feet with the Dark Thing’s supernatural strength. “Jimmy Blair should know better.”
I wanted to scratch the surface of his skin, to see why the Dark Thing wanted him so.
The fine points at the tips of my fingers drew a small amount of his blood – small, but enough for the Dark Thing to show me his crimes and the plans he had made for the tasered woman who lay at our feet.
Through his blood letting, the Dark Thing showed me the tortures that he had planned for her.
The fresh grave dug out at his uncle’s cabin, next to an older one, the shallow grave of Sarah Andrews, the last girl who had dared to tell Jimmy Blair no .
At my will, the Dark Thing jutted thick probes of razor sharp exoskeleton into his neck, a multitude of them, sucking the corrupt blood from his body as I held him there, his feet barely touching the ground.
Lizabeth stirred on the ground, regaining consciousness.
I had to finish him off, quickly and so, upon crushing his throat, I willed the Dark Thing to contort into a thick rope around his
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