Darkness. Light cut across and scythed open a wide
path to illuminate the stark, small utility room as
the door was thrown wide. It was a dismal space
portraying unwelcoming paucity crammed with a few shelves
for stray items. Into that sparsity moved two figures, one
turning on the minimal lighting to provide an even, but ugly,
layer of radiance.
The first person into the room was a sweetly pretty,
young woman. She wasn’t over twenty. Her blonde hair was
shaped for presentation; her face was made to attract men. All
movements indicated giddiness as she eagerly entered the light.
Behind the woman was an extremely elderly man
conducting her path. He also had a joyousness within him,
exuded by a twinkle in his deep-black eyes and weakly parted
lips revealing pearly teeth clenched together. As he closed the
door, his silence became penetrating.
“We have arrived, tell me,” the girlish woman cheered,
“I am happy you want me here!”
The old man remained quiet. His gaze drilled her open
and enthusiastic face.
“Talk to me,” she exclaimed, lightening the demand
through heightened timbre, “I could spend all life here with
Wrinkled and feeble hands shook as they lifted tight to
his chest while his body squeezed closer to hers.
“Yes, my love,” the girl said, “tell me good things,
Those black eyes were hungrily staring into hers
slightly above him. His hands trembled as they rose under his
chin. Then his claws gently wobbled across the small span
between them and grabbed at her slender, exposed neck.
“You want me,” she declared, “I’m so happy!”
His hands tightened. They were clenching and
“I now see you like tickle games,” the woman said
between forced gasps for air, “This is good. First fun and then
we are happy together, here.”
The old man’s face contorted worse, wrinkles
deepening. Clamping hands and frustrated body weight applied
to his prey’s shoulders slowly put her on the ground. She
didn’t understand what he was doing. He didn’t seem to know
what he was doing, but he was trying regardless.
“This is strange,” the girl choked out while the man
was on top of her, “I need help.”
Effort increased; the elderly man slowly choking the
“Help!” she screamed, arms flailing awkwardly.
Behind the man’s back, the door to the small room
whooshed open. Into the frame of the entrance walked a very
normal-looking, nearly middle-age man of average height and
average proportion. The new comer’s eyes stared at the aged
man with fiery anger. He slowly walked forward to the two
near-prone bodies inside the small space.
“Oh, thank you!” exclaimed the female, “Something is
wrong. We need help.”
Turned to face the intruder, the older man’s eyes were
wide with fear, his countenance open as sweat began to form
within myriad wrinkles to course down blotched skin.
“I knew this might be,” the standing man stated with
disdain for the attacker.
“You’re doing it wrong,” the younger man growled.
Grabbing a large box from a shelf above the woman,
he pulled. When the box was mid-air, he slammed it down into
her head with all his might. The blow instantly stilled her.