Twenty-Six
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It crept stealthily along the wooded path just yards from the side walk, sniffing the prevailing wind, following the scent. Suddenly it paused. The leaves rustled in the cool summer breeze. Darkness had fallen and the shadows were heavy in the quiet air. A glow from the city across the river joined with the streetlights of Laurel Estates to form an unhappy sea of semi-darkness. It hugged the shadows of the trees and bushes, nervous despite its previous forays. Its need was intensifying; The urge to feed more frequent. Blinking slowly, it watched the brightly coloured sneakers getting closer. Saliva started dripping from its jaws, frothing and cloaking its teeth, spattering the leafy mulch below. A low growl reverberated through its upper body.
Bobby Reed hummed the tunes in his head as he loped along. Seventeen today and feelin’ fine. He fished in his pocket and brought out Elli’s present to him. He admired it in the orange glow of the lamps. It’s weight was full and even in his palm. God only knew where she’d got it. The classic face of the fobwatch was a little yellowed with time but seemed perfect otherwise and the time was totally accurate. The real treat though, was when you pressed a recessed button and could then turn the watch over, within its silver housing, to display a compass, the needle swinging lazily round to north as he walked. The quality was evident even in the way the needle moved, smooth and evenly. Must have cost a shedload he thought to himself. Mind you, he hadn’t got any further in assaulting her body, birthday or no birthday. She just laughed him off but he didn’t mind, too much. The ball-ache was a bit boring but they’d been going steady a year and a half and the conversation was an old one. Theoretically he agreed with her - they should wait and being christians helped, most of the time. Its just that sometimes they got to a stage where everything became more…desparate; and that’s where her iron will came in useful. Well, he’d hate to see her face afterwards - it was important to her and he did love her. He reached the corner of Holly Avenue and cut diagonally across the street.
It launched with a massive thrust of its hind legs. Before the boy knew what was happening his head was severed and lolling on his shoulder attached by a stretched flap of skin as he eased too the ground. It sank teeth into his torso and half lifted the body into the bushes, blood still pumping from his carotid, splatting like rain on the blacktop.
It fed hungrily this time. Its voracious need obliterating thought beyond eat, eat. It ripped the flesh from the bones and swallowed quickly. The frenzied activity sounded loud in the evening peace.
It crept stealthily along the wooded path just yards from the side walk, sniffing the prevailing wind, following the scent. Suddenly it paused. The leaves rustled in the cool summer breeze. Darkness had fallen and the shadows were heavy in the quiet air. A glow from the city across the river joined with the streetlights of Laurel Estates to form an unhappy sea of semi-darkness. It hugged the shadows of the trees and bushes, nervous despite its previous forays. Its need was intensifying; The urge to feed more frequent. Blinking slowly, it watched the brightly coloured sneakers getting closer. Saliva started dripping from its jaws, frothing and cloaking its teeth, spattering the leafy mulch below. A low growl reverberated through its upper body.
Bobby Reed hummed the tunes in his head as he loped along. Seventeen today and feelin’ fine. He fished in his pocket and brought out Elli’s present to him. He admired it in the orange glow of the lamps. It’s weight was full and even in his palm. God only knew where she’d got it. The classic face of the fobwatch was a little yellowed with time but seemed perfect otherwise and the time was totally accurate. The real treat though, was when you pressed a recessed button and could then turn the watch over, within its silver housing, to display a compass, the needle swinging lazily round to north as he walked. The quality was evident even in the way the needle moved, smooth and evenly. Must have cost a shedload he thought to himself. Mind you, he hadn’t got any further in assaulting her body, birthday or no birthday. She just laughed him off but he didn’t mind, too much. The ball-ache was a bit boring but they’d been going steady a year and a half and the conversation was an old one. Theoretically he agreed with her - they should wait and being christians helped, most of the time. Its just that sometimes they got to a stage where everything became more…desparate; and that’s where her iron will came in useful. Well, he’d hate to see her face afterwards - it was important to her and he did love her. He reached the corner of Holly Avenue and cut diagonally across the street.
It launched with a massive thrust of its hind legs. Before the boy knew what was happening his head was severed and lolling on his shoulder attached by a stretched flap of skin as he eased too the ground. It sank teeth into his torso and half lifted the body into the bushes, blood still pumping from his carotid, splatting like rain on the blacktop.
It fed hungrily this time. Its voracious need obliterating thought beyond eat, eat. It ripped the flesh from the bones and swallowed quickly. The frenzied activity sounded loud in the evening peace.
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