It was one of the hottest days of the summer mid-July. Living in an hour glass with sand signifying time flowing through my fingers, on the lower side of the bulb with barley any sand at my feet, today I have time. I would spend my long summer days in the shade hidden; I’d prefer to be alone in my moments of malicious acts. Staking out in the tall green weeds was where I’d go on a trolling spree. Minutes would go by and not a single sign of any living organism not even the sound of a crickets tune. My legs would then start to go numb from crouching down for a long period of time until I sat down. I pull out the short stubby 30 ML syringe out of my pocket such an uncomfortable feeling. I inspect the needle making sure it wasn’t bent from me crouching down. The needle remains straight as the 6 inch steel stiletto I had in my other pocket thanks to the plastic cap the syringe didn’t leak out the concoction I mixed.
Due to this siesta I grow board and start to pick at my scab on my right arm with the stiletto. A previous victim that got away left her three clawing marks above my elbow. She was quick and noticed early on something wasn’t right, though I wanted her nice soft black beautiful hair she was too advanced for me. I continue to pick at the corner of my scab and start to peel off the dead skin like poor old quality paint crackled from a rundown home. I wasn’t quite skilled enough yet though I felt ready enough to fry bigger fish. However staying with in my lane was the more cleaver move for the moment, but not for much longer I hoped.
I hear something before me, rummaging through the dusty weeds without making too much of a ruckus I get back up on my feet. My eyes widen while my heart begins to beat rapidly with the feeling of butterflies in my stomach due to the excitement. This one was a tan fellow however he looked strong and much bigger than my usual victims. A little intimidated I must admit but I must daze him before I commence to capture him. I was able to daze him with a blow and quickly puncture his hard stomach with my stiletto. His energy slowly begins to decrease from the impact of the stiletto as I pull him into my site. He had much more fight in him then I thought swinging away with his arms and kicking from his strong thick thigh legs. This one would have been another one that got away although I knew he wouldn’t have made it very far to tell this story due to his wound. Holding the victim not letting him cut loose from my strong grasp I quickly reach for the syringe with my free hand. I pull off the cap from the syringe with my teeth and inject him with the mixture of gasoline, Drano fluid and old motor oil. Curious to see how he would react from the mixed concoction I created in my fathers shed. However the only reaction I received was he started spitting out this dark brown substance from his mouth. It had a strong disgusting smell of tobacco. He must have been a smoker or perhaps even a chewer with that filth still in his mouth. He no longer seems to be moving or breathing for that matter but I continue on.
I leave from where the previous victim laid. As I do so I’m lucky enough to encounter another victim, my thirst for blood is far from coming to an end. Almost that of a drug addict or an alcoholic once I start its uneasy for me to stop. Not having a clue what an addictive behavior looks like. This one looks almost identical to the previous victim with the similar tan color must have been its companion. However I had no struggles with capturing it, no need to go into the trouble with temporarily paralyzing it. This really must have been my lucky day. From the body frame this one was smaller but seemed much bigger from the stomach compared to its companion. With my stiletto up against its throat I realized she was pregnant that explained the reason why she was so easy to capture. She began to spit at me just like her companion with the same unpleasant smell of tobacco. Perhaps that was her only way of defending herself.
“Mudgett”!
I hear a cry from a distance.
“Mudgett”!
Someone was calling me. I remove the one inch sewing pin from the pregnant grasshopper’s throat and turn to see who was calling me. And there she stood the beautiful black haired feline that left me with my infected wound. Her yellow eyes filled with bravery and aggressiveness ready to attack at any moment with her predatory posture. She began to growl, I attempted to take a step forward and she responded with a loud hiss. Her eyes Widen and began a very threatening, howling sound. I still had the pregnant grasshopper in my hand. I placed her back on one of the branches from the weeds.
“Mudgett, where are you”!?
My mother was calling me interrupting my moment of curiosity in torture. I quickly toss the needle in the weeds. As my mother’s mood could rapidly change if she saw me with her sewing needles. As I began to walk away feeling uneasy her eyes follow my every move as if she can see right through me noticing my evil intentions with the helpless insects. She was burning into my soul with her bright yellow raging eyes. Somehow I knew this wouldn’t be our last encounter.
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