Post by The Messiahs on Jul 16, 2017 16:57:24 GMT -5
Blood splatters high into the air. Red splotches splash all up the white walls and blue tiles. Venus kneels over the chest of a man deep in unconscious sleep. She brings her fists from high up throwing them down the in man’s face bouncing the back of his head of the tiles. Each impact forces more blood to pool under the head of her victim. In a store room of a local fast food restaurant, Venus slowly realises the man is no longer reacting to each punch. She rolls off the man sitting next to him. Both are smothered in thick blood, which has started to set around the her wrists and forearms. She trembles just staring at the damage she inflicted.
At least an hour goes by, Venus watching in horror, the thought of her actions frightening her into a statue like existence. Eventually he starts to move, gargling to clear his throat of blood as he stirs. It takes a minute for him to wake up before he realises the pain and starts screaming. He grabs his face and starts rolling in the pain of his smashed in face. Venus helps him sit up by leaning him up against a pile of frozen french fries, leaving a trail of thick red blood across the room. “Why are you still here, waiting for me to wake before finishing the job?”. Venus sits opposite him, “I can’t kill.” He scoffs, “Why? I deserve it! I’ve been waiting for this day to come.”
She stares at, a look saying she agrees. This man deserves to die and they both know that. He looks at her through the pain almost with a comforting smile, “I heard you're running with some out of towners now. Don’t blame you, everyone around here is scum.” With blood still pouring out of the man’s face he struggles to reach into his pocket to find a pack of cigarettes. She watches him struggle, “they want me to clean up all the mess i’ve caused in this town. Then I can help them...with other things.” The man scoffs.
With pain so intense he’s almost in tears bringing the cigarette up to his mouth. Venus leans over crawling through the blood soaked floor to grab the lighter off him and lit the cigarette for him. “Ahhhh, so, what happens how?” he squeezes out through gasps of pain. Sitting back across from her victim Venus shrugs looking off in the distance, “This was a warning to make you stop.” He signs, “I’m not gonna stop, love the little ones too much, I deserve to die.” She stares through a judgmental glare straight through him. All the years of knowing this man can not fix him openly admitting to his evil crimes. Knowing he’s right she starts rummaging through a rucksack laid out across the floor next to her.
Starring deep into the bag her face goes pale thinking about what could happen. Venus pulls the bag close to her chest considering her actions. Leaning all the way over Venus throws the door shut before sitting back with the bag on her lap. Her shaky hand slowly pulls out a revolver. “I’m not gonna shoot you.” She puts the gun down on the floor in the middle of them both. He looks at it. Sorrow shoots across his face while he contemplates his previous words, “You're going to make me do it? That’s evil.” Venus zips the bag back up and slowly stands using the shelves behind her as aid, “I came here to stop you from hurting any more little girls. If this is what it's going take…”
“Pass it here!” He’s angry with her, but both of them know it isn’t her fault it's come to this. She puts her foot on the gun as to kick it in his direction but chooses not to. Without a word she awkwardly looks away stepping towards the closed door to leave the storeroom.
In the hallway of the fast food restaurant the silver rays of the moonlight shoot through open door ways into the corridor. The rest of the establishment is deserted. Venus closes the door behind her and leans up against it. Hanging her head she keeps an ear out listening for a gunshot. Venus pauses for a minute. The devil doesn’t have heart to do the right thing. Knowing he doesn’t have the balls to pull the trigger she retires. Leaving the corridor she dives out of a propped open fire exit, tentatively closing the door behind her not to alert any passers by. BANG.
Venus stops in her tracks. The sound echos out of the walls of the restaurant. She felt the noise go through her touching her soul. Falling to her knees, hanging her head a few simple tears stroll off Venus’ face. He wasn’t the devil she thought him to be. Just an evil man with the ability to sacrifice himself to save the suffering of more. All the hate and anger he’s caused is so simply over. But he wasn’t just the sum of his evil actions, people loved him, depended on him, will mourn him unknowing of his sins. Venus knows she's the devil of this story. Pushing her purple hair back behind her ears and drying her eyes, Venus stands up as she pulls a phone out of her bra. Taking a deep breath she tries to control herself while dialing.
“It’s done. It went the way you predicted….I feel, scared of who i really am,” She hangs up throwing the phone into her bag. Venus doesn’t want the world to interrupt her in deep thought about life and death on her journey home on the bus. She slowly heads off towards the stop on the corner.