Chapter One - It Starts.
Walking through the centre of the town park late one night, I was listening for the town bell chimes, when I overheard the sounds of raised voice. It was obviously a very heated argument between a male, and his shrill-voiced girlfriend. Approaching the northern car-park, I saw the lights of a vehicle being repeatedly flicked on and off. Quietly approaching the car from the side, I sidled up to the driver's side door and, peering inside, I saw a young man, aged somewhere around twenty three or twenty four. He had his pants pulled down around his knees, and was trying desperately to perform sex acts with the clearly, much younger girl in the passenger seat. She didn't even look like she was old enough to have reached puberty, let alone be a willing participant in this sort of act. She was trying desperately to fight him off, her fists futilely beating against his back and face, against his head and shoulders. Slipping my knife from a pocket in my jacket, I gently tapped on the driver's side window, with the butt of the knife. No response. I tapped on the window again, and heard a muttered oath. The young man desperately continued, ignoring my unwelcome intrusion, and went on molesting the girl. I felt my blood pressure rapidly rising, the familiar dim red mist descended over my eyes, and I proceeded to teach the young man a lesson... a lesson he would never forget. After firstly knocking the youngster out, with the fist I was clenching my knife in, I helped the young girl out of the car, and murmuring reassurances and platitudes to her, I helped the poor child to re-adjust her clothing. As she turned her back to me, I quickly slit her throat from ear to ear. She was dead before she hit the ground, which was a good thing. I really didn't want to see her further traumatized by what was to follow. Stepping over her inanimate body, to the passenger door, I grabbed the driver by a thick handful of his greasy hair, and mercilessly ripped him out of the car, to the ground.
He was just starting to regain consciousness at this stage, and his sight was slowly, but surely, clearing. He recognised the wet, dark, gaping wound staring him in the face from a distance of about three inches, as being what was once the warm, beating, throat of his companion. Scrambling backwards as quickly as he could, away from this sight, he came up hard against the side of his car, with a loud "thunk". Looking desperately around him, in a state of panic, his eyes locked onto the toes of my black boots, and he looked up at me with a questioning plea in his eyes. He managed to utter a croaky “Help...?”, as I reached down, grabbed him by his shirt front and, in one movement, hoisted him to his feet, and slammed his back into the side of the car. The questioning look in his eyes quickly changed to that of terrifying understanding, as he saw me standing there, grimly smiling, shaking my head. Gripping him by the throat, I reached down with the knife, lower and lower, until it was beneath his now pathetic, shrivelled, genitals. Shaking in complete terror, he started to moan “No, no, no...”. Gripping his throat tighter to stop the dismal sound, I used the knife to completely emasculate him. Working more quickly now, I garroted him, almost severing the head from the body. Stuffing his genitalia into his mouth was my indication of the disgust I felt for this animal. That was the most intoxicating, and profound thing I remembered about this night.
Waking early the next morning I could see, quite clearly, that I was not in my bedroom; unless I had turned it into a botanical garden during the night. All I could see were trees, shrubs, bushes, the ubiquitous fountain just off to my left, and freshly mowed grass all around me. Then I remembered I was in the park. I had gone for a walk last night to clear my head of all the bull-shit that had been thrown at me, over the phone, from that bitch ex-wife of mine. God-damn her to Hell, and half the way back too!
Taking in my surroundings a little more clearly, I noticed I was still dressed in the casual clothing I had been wearing last night. I wriggled my way out of the tangle of thorn, blackberry, and paspalam, which had been both my bed, and concealment for the night, and headed straight to the fountain. Looking into the crystal clear waters, I could see no difference in the way I looked, except there were a few streaks of blood on both hands. Guiltily looking around, to make sure no-one was watching, I quickly washed the blood from both my hands, and the knife, which I then carefully slipped back into the pocket of my jacket, and made my may home.
