Post by Dirk James on Sept 9, 2011 22:00:17 GMT -5
Central Park, an oasis of rural bliss in the middle of the ubran jungle. During the day, it was a playground for children and adults alike to come and relax from their city blues. During the night however, it had the nickname of the Devil's Playground due to all of the murders that happen there and ganges that frequent the location. Tonight, that would hold more true than ever before; for a demon was on the loose.
It was the middle of the night in the heart of New York City. The moon was shining brightly though, turning every shadow into a monster. This was especially true in Central Park, where every tree and bush looked alive in the gentle breeze that blew across them. The only people that would dare to walk through the park at this hour were either druggies, or people looking for trouble. Which was likely fortunate for the denizens of New York, as it meant everyone that was "innocent" was long gone by the time the demon was seen.
On one of the walkways a lone man walked slowly, as if appreciating the night air. At first glance he seemed to be a simple hiker, upon closer inspection one could see the gritty reality. The man had a bare torso and bare feet, the only clothing on his body were a pair of tattered, neon orange, pants with black letters that stated: "DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA STATE FEDERAL PRISO-" the rest was torn off.
On each wrist he had a handcuff with a broken chain, and on each ankle was a large metal shackle with similiar broken chains. The inmates' body was covered with tattoos and a large "M" was branded into his cheek. However, the truly shocking view were his blood stained pants, hands, and blood spattered torso.
The man's hair was long and shaggy, and an unshaven face suggested he hadn't had the opportunity for good hygiene in some time. Despite this, it was obvious he was still a handsome man (or at least was) as he piercing blue eyes surveyed the park. He was walking along joyfully, taking in the freedom and fresh air; but trouble was always drawn to trouble.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here boys?" Suddenly, a large man stepped out behind a tree and blocked the inmates path. The man was a mountain of muscle and his skin was as dark as the night, in his right hand was a small knife.
Soon, four more men stepped out and surrounded Dirk, "Looks like a dangerous man to me." A man behind him said.
"Nah, we're dangerous men. This is just a fool who broke the rules and got beaten by the system... Who's going to be beaten by more than the system tonight." The entire group laughed at this 'joke'.
The laughing stopped though, as the inmate raised his hands and began clapping slowly, a twisted smile on his face. "Quite amusing, boy. So amusing in fact, that I will give you the opportunity to leave now, before you bite off so much more than you can chew." The words dripped out of his mouth like honey.
"Ha! You got a smooth tongue, let's see what it looks like." The man lunged forward at the inmate, reaching his knife out toward the mans neck.
Though, as the man moved through the air, the skin of the inmate turned as ghostly pale as the moon. The demonic looking man casually leaned to the side of the attack, grabbed the man's wrist, and with his other arm slammed an elbow into his nose. The force of the hit caused the gang leader to drop the blade, which the inmate grabbed out of the air, then slammed into the eye socket of the gang banger. Blood sprayed everywhere as the inmate appeared to be sawing on something, all of the gang leaders friends took a step back in shock and horror.
Blood curdling screams eminated from the man as the inmate rapidly stabbed at the mans eye, the screams echoing through the park. Finally, the inmate stopped, his back turned to the rest of the gang. The hand with the bloody knife fell to the inmates side as the gang leader collapsed to the ground, dead.
Slowly, the inmate turned around and appeared to be holding something in his other hand. As the light from the moon revealed the demonic face of the inmate, it also revealed a bloody eyeball in his hand. The gang bangers took another step back, one of them actually gasped.
"What the hell is that, ese?!" One of them shouted, pointing at the inmates hand.
"Why, it's an eyeball obviously. You see, your dear friend wanted to see how smooth my tongue was... So I thought I'd be polite and show him." The inmate spoke calmly and eloquently again. Without warning, the inmate lifted the bloody eyeball into the air by the stem, then dropped it into his mouth. There was a distinct crunch, and squirt, as the inmate began chewing. Looks of sheer terror crossed the faces of the rest of the gang.
With a loud swallow, the inmate turned towards the dead body on the ground, "Well, was my tongue smooth?" There was a moment of silence, as if the inmate was waiting for an answer, before he turned back to the rest of the gang, "Silly me, he can't talk because he's dead. Don't you hate when that happens?" The man asked with a laugh, as if he was truly curious to their answers. Immediately several of the men ran away. One stood there in shock, staring at the inmate like he was a monster.
"Would it help if I said it tasted like chicken?" The man asked with a grin, immediately the gang banger ran away, "I'm kidding! It tasted like shit!" The inmate called after him, but apparently he wasn't listening. With a wicked laugh, the man dropped the bloody knife onto the side-walk and continued on his path. Dirk liked this town, it was full of friendly people. He pondered to himself what other interesting people might be in the park tonight...
It was the middle of the night in the heart of New York City. The moon was shining brightly though, turning every shadow into a monster. This was especially true in Central Park, where every tree and bush looked alive in the gentle breeze that blew across them. The only people that would dare to walk through the park at this hour were either druggies, or people looking for trouble. Which was likely fortunate for the denizens of New York, as it meant everyone that was "innocent" was long gone by the time the demon was seen.
On one of the walkways a lone man walked slowly, as if appreciating the night air. At first glance he seemed to be a simple hiker, upon closer inspection one could see the gritty reality. The man had a bare torso and bare feet, the only clothing on his body were a pair of tattered, neon orange, pants with black letters that stated: "DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA STATE FEDERAL PRISO-" the rest was torn off.
On each wrist he had a handcuff with a broken chain, and on each ankle was a large metal shackle with similiar broken chains. The inmates' body was covered with tattoos and a large "M" was branded into his cheek. However, the truly shocking view were his blood stained pants, hands, and blood spattered torso.
The man's hair was long and shaggy, and an unshaven face suggested he hadn't had the opportunity for good hygiene in some time. Despite this, it was obvious he was still a handsome man (or at least was) as he piercing blue eyes surveyed the park. He was walking along joyfully, taking in the freedom and fresh air; but trouble was always drawn to trouble.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here boys?" Suddenly, a large man stepped out behind a tree and blocked the inmates path. The man was a mountain of muscle and his skin was as dark as the night, in his right hand was a small knife.
Soon, four more men stepped out and surrounded Dirk, "Looks like a dangerous man to me." A man behind him said.
"Nah, we're dangerous men. This is just a fool who broke the rules and got beaten by the system... Who's going to be beaten by more than the system tonight." The entire group laughed at this 'joke'.
The laughing stopped though, as the inmate raised his hands and began clapping slowly, a twisted smile on his face. "Quite amusing, boy. So amusing in fact, that I will give you the opportunity to leave now, before you bite off so much more than you can chew." The words dripped out of his mouth like honey.
"Ha! You got a smooth tongue, let's see what it looks like." The man lunged forward at the inmate, reaching his knife out toward the mans neck.
Though, as the man moved through the air, the skin of the inmate turned as ghostly pale as the moon. The demonic looking man casually leaned to the side of the attack, grabbed the man's wrist, and with his other arm slammed an elbow into his nose. The force of the hit caused the gang leader to drop the blade, which the inmate grabbed out of the air, then slammed into the eye socket of the gang banger. Blood sprayed everywhere as the inmate appeared to be sawing on something, all of the gang leaders friends took a step back in shock and horror.
Blood curdling screams eminated from the man as the inmate rapidly stabbed at the mans eye, the screams echoing through the park. Finally, the inmate stopped, his back turned to the rest of the gang. The hand with the bloody knife fell to the inmates side as the gang leader collapsed to the ground, dead.
Slowly, the inmate turned around and appeared to be holding something in his other hand. As the light from the moon revealed the demonic face of the inmate, it also revealed a bloody eyeball in his hand. The gang bangers took another step back, one of them actually gasped.
"What the hell is that, ese?!" One of them shouted, pointing at the inmates hand.
"Why, it's an eyeball obviously. You see, your dear friend wanted to see how smooth my tongue was... So I thought I'd be polite and show him." The inmate spoke calmly and eloquently again. Without warning, the inmate lifted the bloody eyeball into the air by the stem, then dropped it into his mouth. There was a distinct crunch, and squirt, as the inmate began chewing. Looks of sheer terror crossed the faces of the rest of the gang.
With a loud swallow, the inmate turned towards the dead body on the ground, "Well, was my tongue smooth?" There was a moment of silence, as if the inmate was waiting for an answer, before he turned back to the rest of the gang, "Silly me, he can't talk because he's dead. Don't you hate when that happens?" The man asked with a laugh, as if he was truly curious to their answers. Immediately several of the men ran away. One stood there in shock, staring at the inmate like he was a monster.
"Would it help if I said it tasted like chicken?" The man asked with a grin, immediately the gang banger ran away, "I'm kidding! It tasted like shit!" The inmate called after him, but apparently he wasn't listening. With a wicked laugh, the man dropped the bloody knife onto the side-walk and continued on his path. Dirk liked this town, it was full of friendly people. He pondered to himself what other interesting people might be in the park tonight...
