Chapter 4: Part II
I screamed, my eyes wide in fright. Out of nowhere, and with frightfully powerful speed, Tony lunged in front of me, and hit Rapheal soundly in the face. He fell back, his face imprinted with Tony's fist. He stood up, and shook his head, his face making a sick sucking sound as it formed back into place.
"Shit," groaned Tony, as he grabbed my wrist and ran.
Rapheal shot after us, and I yanked hard on a cabinet, sending a pale corpse straight in his path. It hit him, but he only slowed down a fraction. Tony grabbed a handful of hyperdermic needles, and threw them at Rapheal's face; he blocked them with his forearm, and roared again, his pale blue tongue, long and slimy, lolling out of his mouth. It reminded me of a snake, ready to wrap around us, and squeeze the very breath from our lungs.
We bolted across the parking lot, keeping out of the light. Tony hood-slid across my car as I tossed him the keys. The engine turned, but stalled. I reached into the back seat, and pulled out a two by four I was going to use in my apartment.
"What the hell are you going to do with that?!" screamed Tony.
I ignored him, and walked out underneath a parking lot light, waiting for Rapheal to appear.
"I'm not afraid of you!" I yelled, feeling less confident that I sounded. "You giant sack of rubbish!"
No one answered my cry. I searched my memory for anything to bring him to me. Finding it, I yelled into the night, "You were a crappy boyfriend and the worst lay I've ever had!!"
That made him come.
Rapheal came slowly out of the dark, his black eyes gleaming like onyx, his breathing uneven and heavy between his teeth. I held the two by four like a baseball bat, and swung hard.
Just as I expected, he jumped up, so I swung upward, hitting him right in the crotch. He squealed, and fell to the ground. Smiling, I knew he would be back up on his feet right about-now. He sprung to his feet, and grabbed the far end of the wood, He pulled upwards, in an attempt to throw me off balance. Luckily, I still remembered all the gymnastics I took when I was little. I quickly transferred my grip to the end of the wood, and pulled myself into a handstand. Rapheal stared up at me, then stepped back and let go of the wood. I felt myself drop, and pushed off, going into a flip, with my feet landing on top of Rapheal's skull. It cracked, and I heard a satisfying squish as it penetrated his demented brain.
Rolling down to the ground, I stood at the edge of the pool of light, watching Rapheal bleed, his blood a dark blue, unknown to this world. I walked over, and picked up the two by four, and stuffed it into Rapheal's gaping mouth. By reflex, he bit down and splintering it. Meanwhile, his skull was slowly coming back together. I grabbed one of the large splinters, and smilled as I looked Rapheal in the eyes.
"You know, you weren't that bad," I stabbed the wood into Rapheal's heart. "The only thing that bothered me was how you always had this obsession with my neck."
Rapheal stared at me with large eyes, and shrieked in a high pitch as his body slowly decayed to dust, blowing away in the wind.
"Shit," groaned Tony, as he grabbed my wrist and ran.
Rapheal shot after us, and I yanked hard on a cabinet, sending a pale corpse straight in his path. It hit him, but he only slowed down a fraction. Tony grabbed a handful of hyperdermic needles, and threw them at Rapheal's face; he blocked them with his forearm, and roared again, his pale blue tongue, long and slimy, lolling out of his mouth. It reminded me of a snake, ready to wrap around us, and squeeze the very breath from our lungs.
We bolted across the parking lot, keeping out of the light. Tony hood-slid across my car as I tossed him the keys. The engine turned, but stalled. I reached into the back seat, and pulled out a two by four I was going to use in my apartment.
"What the hell are you going to do with that?!" screamed Tony.
I ignored him, and walked out underneath a parking lot light, waiting for Rapheal to appear.
"I'm not afraid of you!" I yelled, feeling less confident that I sounded. "You giant sack of rubbish!"
No one answered my cry. I searched my memory for anything to bring him to me. Finding it, I yelled into the night, "You were a crappy boyfriend and the worst lay I've ever had!!"
That made him come.
Rapheal came slowly out of the dark, his black eyes gleaming like onyx, his breathing uneven and heavy between his teeth. I held the two by four like a baseball bat, and swung hard.
Just as I expected, he jumped up, so I swung upward, hitting him right in the crotch. He squealed, and fell to the ground. Smiling, I knew he would be back up on his feet right about-now. He sprung to his feet, and grabbed the far end of the wood, He pulled upwards, in an attempt to throw me off balance. Luckily, I still remembered all the gymnastics I took when I was little. I quickly transferred my grip to the end of the wood, and pulled myself into a handstand. Rapheal stared up at me, then stepped back and let go of the wood. I felt myself drop, and pushed off, going into a flip, with my feet landing on top of Rapheal's skull. It cracked, and I heard a satisfying squish as it penetrated his demented brain.
Rolling down to the ground, I stood at the edge of the pool of light, watching Rapheal bleed, his blood a dark blue, unknown to this world. I walked over, and picked up the two by four, and stuffed it into Rapheal's gaping mouth. By reflex, he bit down and splintering it. Meanwhile, his skull was slowly coming back together. I grabbed one of the large splinters, and smilled as I looked Rapheal in the eyes.
"You know, you weren't that bad," I stabbed the wood into Rapheal's heart. "The only thing that bothered me was how you always had this obsession with my neck."
Rapheal stared at me with large eyes, and shrieked in a high pitch as his body slowly decayed to dust, blowing away in the wind.
Chapter 5
I sat in my bed, staring blankly at the wall, afraid to go to sleep, afraid to even turn off the lights. I leaned back against the headboard. My mind reeled with unanswered questions, each one's answer more elusive than the last. I sighed, and pulled off the covers. My feet hit the cold wooden floor, and I walked to my bathroom.
"Rapheal was at the morgue," I thought as I splashed my face with cold water, dried, and went back to bed. "After all this time, he came for me. Why? Why now?"
Slumping into my pillows, on the bed big enough for two, I once again went back to staring. And thinking.
"What did he want?"
"To kill you, duh," replied a nagging voice that sounded a lot like my own. Stupid consience.
"You know, I didn't ask for your opinion," I shot back.
"Hey, you never heard 'let you consience be your guide'?"
"Okay, Jiminy, answer me this: Why, after not seeing Rapheal for 12 years, in Australia would he travel all this way to see me, and to kill me?"
"Someone's trying to set you up," the voice echoed in my head.
"Really....yeah, who's going to go through all that trouble to set me up?"
The voice said nothing.
"Well then, goodnight!" I jumped at the sound of my own voice, echoing harshly off the walls of the room. Realizing I spoke aloud, and knowing that the neighbors will be staring at me, again, I flopped back on my bed. Turning off the lights, I checked underneath my pillow for my gun and wooden stake, just in case someone or something else decides to try and kill me tonight. As my eyes were closing, the digital clock beside my bed flipped to show the numbers 12:12.
"God, Nikki, it looks like you slept on a blcok of wood," was Tony's morning greeting.
"That's because I was sleeping on a black of wood," I said around my bite of muffin. "You think it was just an accident that Rapheal came back?"
"Because he wanted you dead?" he guess as he followed me into my office. I sat heavily down into my chair as I munched on the rest of my muffin.
"Besides that, Tony," I swallowed some orange juice as my computer hummed to life.
-->Ok, I'm done for the day. Or at least for right now :-)
"Rapheal was at the morgue," I thought as I splashed my face with cold water, dried, and went back to bed. "After all this time, he came for me. Why? Why now?"
Slumping into my pillows, on the bed big enough for two, I once again went back to staring. And thinking.
"What did he want?"
"To kill you, duh," replied a nagging voice that sounded a lot like my own. Stupid consience.
"You know, I didn't ask for your opinion," I shot back.
"Hey, you never heard 'let you consience be your guide'?"
"Okay, Jiminy, answer me this: Why, after not seeing Rapheal for 12 years, in Australia would he travel all this way to see me, and to kill me?"
"Someone's trying to set you up," the voice echoed in my head.
"Really....yeah, who's going to go through all that trouble to set me up?"
The voice said nothing.
"Well then, goodnight!" I jumped at the sound of my own voice, echoing harshly off the walls of the room. Realizing I spoke aloud, and knowing that the neighbors will be staring at me, again, I flopped back on my bed. Turning off the lights, I checked underneath my pillow for my gun and wooden stake, just in case someone or something else decides to try and kill me tonight. As my eyes were closing, the digital clock beside my bed flipped to show the numbers 12:12.
"God, Nikki, it looks like you slept on a blcok of wood," was Tony's morning greeting.
"That's because I was sleeping on a black of wood," I said around my bite of muffin. "You think it was just an accident that Rapheal came back?"
"Because he wanted you dead?" he guess as he followed me into my office. I sat heavily down into my chair as I munched on the rest of my muffin.
"Besides that, Tony," I swallowed some orange juice as my computer hummed to life.
-->Ok, I'm done for the day. Or at least for right now :-)
