The Earthly One

“Come out, come out, wherever you are, dear,” a voice called out into the dark streets of Easten Wood. The night was cold and dark. The streets were bare of any human life except for the two of them. A person couldn’t even see past their hands if they tried. The street lights did very little to illuminate the streets properly. And for him, this was the perfect night to end a life. The only sound that could be heard was the howling of the wind and the hushed whimpers of a frightened young woman.

Taking light steps, the unknown figure walked towards his suspecting victim. Quickly turning the corner to the alleyway, he noticed her trying to climb the rusty gate.

Her dirty blonde locks were damp and tangled, while her blue sun dress was wet and torn at the bottom. Under the rip in her dress, her leg had a large gash going up her thigh. Blood dropped down her leg heavily. Her attempts were futile as she tried to climb over the wet fence. Her brown boots slipping, unable to get a good grip between the open sections of the gate. “I don't think so, Scum,” he growled while yanking the poor lady onto her back, her body hitting the pavement hard. Her hands rubbed the back of her head where it had hit the ground. She tried to shake away the dizziness.

"P-please, sir…” She tried to beg, her hand raised over her head, but the words died on her lips. A sickening crack to the back of her head was all that could be heard. Blood splattered all over the brick wall behind her. Her pale blue eyes were wide in shock and her lips were frozen in a silent scream.

Red, hot blood and brain chunks dripped from her eyes down into the grey stone pavement. Crazed with rage and blinded by fury, he swung the metal pole with so much force, her body was mashed into a puddle of flesh and broken bones. Bending down, he picked up her heart and stuffed it into his mouth, ravishly tearing into the chewy and tough pieces of tendons. Blood dripped down his chin, staining his white shirt. The police would not be able to identify the body the next day. The only thing that gave her away was her wedding ring. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he brought his bloody fingers to his mouth. Popping one long finger at a time into his parted lips, he hummed with delight as he licked the salty and slightly rusty tasting liquid substance from his hands. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he composed himself, running his finger through his hair and fixing his attire.

“That'll teach you not to be so vicious towards her now, huh? Well, maybe not now… since you’re dead,” he laughed, his strong shoulders shaking with insane giddiness. With that, he turned on his heels and walked out of the dark alleyway with a sadistic grin gracing his lips.