Flatline

SonicDoom2005

Gasping heavily, he twisted and struggled in the darkened corner. His screams muffled by the bloodied rag between his teeth. His eyes still burned from the bleach they were washed with earlier in the day. The grime and dirt from the cold floor stained his arms as he desperatley tried to get free of the rope which bound his bruised and broken wrists. Footsteps echoed up the hallway outside.....the torture was about to begin all over again. Burning tears streamed down his face as the key turned in the door and the figure of his nightmares once again appeared.

Pacing slowly towards the trembling figure in the corner, the man massaged a glinting blade with his fingers. A perverse, disturbing laughing could be heard as he got closer and closer. The screams still tried to fight their way out of the gag as the man stood staring....down like the eagle on his prey.

The blade slowly licked down the center of his face, fresh blood seeping from the wound and blending with the hopeless tears already racing from his burning eyes. The knife dropped and the figure slowly exited the room leaving the door open. The captive struggled, attempting to move across the floor and into the arms of freedom. His attempt was met with a brutal kick into the nose, opening up another wound on his face. As he lay on the ground, screaming inside the pungent liquid seeped over his skin. He could not tell what it was, but knew it was vaguely reminiscint of petrol.

How that smell reminded him of happier days...It was always a scent which lingered in the shed where the childrens bikes were stored, the smell of the petrol station before the drive to the airport....He cried as he remembered his children...Old enough to notice that dad had disapeared but not old enough to understand why....not even he could understand the intentions of this nightmare.

A flash snapped him back to cold hard reality and what was about to become the end of his once idillic life. The liquid ignited with a flash and he screamed so hard the gag began to rip.. His writhing body became further and further engulfed in the flames, his skin bubbling and turning into smoke. Eventually the screams stopped...

As the flesh continued to burn, his killer stood smiling. The smoke of the incinerated flesh amazed him and he took a deep breath as it spiralled towards the ceiling. His head spun in amazement...the thoughts flowing through repeatedly whispered that he was now god. He had the power to take life...and destroy life. He slowly exited the room closing the door gently behind him. He was tired of seeing the older generation die, it was too repetitive now. He needed someone younger. And as he stared down at the last family photo of his most recent victim, his face slightly curled into a smile....

BEAT

very descriptive, well written.
I'd like to see more

SonicDoom2005

Thank you for the feedback latin beat....much appreciated. You will be seeing more, as that post above is only chapter one of a six part story i have.... Chapter 2 - Soul Wounds coming soon.....

BEAT

Looking forward to it,
anything in the works for publishing? You definitley have a talent for writing.

SonicDoom2005

I have a 300 page book of short stories that follow one character by the name of Agent John Stone....he shall be appearing in the above story very soon. Tried a couple of times to get a publisher but no luck.....later stories in the book were deemed as being "horrifically graphic". Thats beside the fact that they aren't even horror stories....more along the line of twisted revenge...