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They walked together, their bodies close within the nocturnal stream of nightfall. The city lights became like dull reminders of the living as a rainy mist distorted and defused the brilliance they had once promised. A malignant cancer beckoning the watcher unto its disease, but Desmond ignored the ramifications of the dark allure and held Biba even closer to his side. She looked up and smiled at his apparent attention but noticed his face deep into another place……..She lifted her cold wet hand and ran her fingertips down his cheek, but he only looked on, into the night.
The bedroom was an eerie glow of red carbon as a large hotel sign sputtered on and off in front of the dirty window glass. Anthony lit a cigarette and pulled the smoke deep into his lungs as he gazed at Angela's naked body sprawled out on the bed next to him. He liked fucking her, then watching her sleep, his cum slowly seeping out onto the gray sheets under her. He slapped her on the ass softly, and then wondered if her husband ever watched her like this, or did he treat her like an object like he did everyone else. He remembered when he first went to work for him, selling his whores to the rich clientele in upper Manhattan. He was a cold son of a bitch and always spoke briefly and to the point. His beautiful wife would always be standing by in the shadows, waiting for his beck and call………"Angela! "He grunted. "Get us some fucking drinks," then he would stick his fingers down the panties of the whore beside him and lick her lips with his greasy tongue. Yes, he treated her like a fucking object he concluded, and that is probably why she was drawn to him…………He gave her the loving that she needed. Fingers stood in the rain and pulled his collar high around his neck, the black shiny sidewalks seemed to move in concert with the ugliness that surrounded him, but he felt comfortable in the element. He stuck his hand into his coat pocket and felt the handle of his Colt auto, lifting it slightly to feel its weight…….."Beautiful." he lamented in a low voice. And then walked across the street to the hotel, looking up to the red carbon sign. It flickered as it reflected off of his round black-rimmed glasses, and a quiver of a smile came over his lips. Biba felt her soul being pulled into darkness, her lips became dry as she once again felt the moistness between her thighs…….. Her breathing rapid. Desmond looked down at her for a moment, then they entered the sleazy hotel, the night porter did not look up from his week old paper, but only sat with his feet up on the desk, the lobby smelled of stale cigarette smoke and fresh ejaculation. She felt them surrounding her………The entities, their pain culminating within her, she became the product of her new found addiction. She pulled at them and drew them into her, letting the essence of their retched souls move within, playing with the secrets they held deep inside. She tortured them unmercifully. "Desmond." She whispered softly. They made their way to the fourth floor. Anthony sat up in bed, his eyes wide as the door to his hotel room opened with a sudden splintering of wood. He reached over on the nightstand for his .38 but he was a split second to late. Angela pulled the covers over her naked body as she glared in shock and horror at the shadowy figure in the doorway, the only thing remotely discernable was the glint of a nickel-plated colt auto. Anthony raised his hands high into the air…….."O.K. fucker, take the money on the dresser and get the fuck outta here!" His voice cracked as he began to shake. "So Tony," Fingers said under his breath, "You thought you would get a little stink on yer dink with the bosses wife…………..That ain't to smart asshole." Anthony looked hard at the shadow of the man as he slowly walked into the light of the red carbon glow. "Fingers!" he cried, give me a break here, it ain't what it looks like." The shadows were interrupted by the violence of the exploding chamber as flashing light blinded. Anthony lurched back as his brains splattered across the wooden headboard, Angela put her hands to her face as another shot rang out, impacting and shattering her sternum. The violence so great that the bed cracked, then collapsed to the floor. Fingers held steady to the auto, his grip tight as he slowly back out of the room and into the darkness. Desmond and Biba leaned against the wall. The hotel room was silent with a mist of gun smoke that still clung in the air like dirty sheets on a rusty cloths line. They became the umbra as both reaped the souls of Anthony and Angela, and both found the darkness within the entities as they brought them into themselves, touching them, corrupting any innocence that remained. Biba pulled hard at Anthony's soul, tearing at him with her desire, driving the wooden spires deep into his existence. Impaling him upon the baron hillock of her eternal suffering…….. She wept for him as he drifted into the dominion, bending down and kissing his bloody lips……… Forever hers to torment in dark dreams. Desmond reached over and held Biba, "Welcome to my nightmare my darling…….." He kissed her gently on the lips then stood, "and the hunger." |