Behind The Searcher
Round Two
It was bitterly cold in the morning when I arrived underground. A lone rat scurried along the concrete, invisible to the human eye. The stench of death hung in the air. I found the source immediately; I have been doing this for thousands of years.
It was a homeless man, his face scruffy and clothes ragged. He leaned against a metal bench, in the sea of concrete. I cannot be sure what he died of, be it starvation or disease, but I knew I would not take him. I have some morals…
The screech of an incoming subway shattered my thoughts, and I glanced at the tracks to see a small boy watching the subway arrive. I didn’t know what he was doing there alone at this hour, but that was the furthest thing from my mind as I grinned, licked my lips. I was at his side in an instant.
“Goodbye, boy,” I sneered. I shoved the child in front of the subway just as it roared past me.
He screamed shrilly for a fraction of a second, and my senses went into overdrive.
It was as if my every cell was on fire with pleasure. A wave of euphoria washed over me, and I slid to the ground in pure bliss.
So much for morals…
It was a homeless man, his face scruffy and clothes ragged. He leaned against a metal bench, in the sea of concrete. I cannot be sure what he died of, be it starvation or disease, but I knew I would not take him. I have some morals…
The screech of an incoming subway shattered my thoughts, and I glanced at the tracks to see a small boy watching the subway arrive. I didn’t know what he was doing there alone at this hour, but that was the furthest thing from my mind as I grinned, licked my lips. I was at his side in an instant.
“Goodbye, boy,” I sneered. I shoved the child in front of the subway just as it roared past me.
He screamed shrilly for a fraction of a second, and my senses went into overdrive.
It was as if my every cell was on fire with pleasure. A wave of euphoria washed over me, and I slid to the ground in pure bliss.
So much for morals…