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It should have started raining. Then he would have ignored all of the carnage that he had caused. It would have been acceptable for him to dismiss the random limbs and the distant screams for help. But, there was zero chance of rain on such a beautiful warm evening. The carnival couldn't have been the perfect place. There were tears in his eyes even though he felt nothing for the bodies that littered the street. This was only the beginning for him… This was only a taste of what would soon come.
Lost and knotted in memories of happiness and love, he sauntered over to a particular body, stopped, turned around, and then sauntered back over to it in a hastened step. He knelt down and peered at the blood that covered the ground. It seemed as though the body were floating on it, untouched. A shaky hand played with the dead person's hair before nudging at the shoulder in order to wake them from a dream. From there, he played with the necklace on the dead man's body. Nothing worked and it wasn't long before the rage built up in his heart sent him bolting down the street attacking everything in his path.
They all will pay. . . Every. Last. One.
-o-
"Open the door! Open the door!"
Two male figures stood outside of a small house, hovering over the door while the shortest one continued to bounce up and down in an uncomfortable matter. The other remained calm but was completely tickled. He fumbled with the keys, staring at the mailbox key, the house key, and the garage key. It was obvious which one was needed yet, he found pleasure in trying to jam the garage key into the door.
"Just give me a moment. All of these keys look alike" The taller gentleman spoke in a soft tone, grinning from ear to ear as he glanced over his shoulder.
"To hell with that… Just smash in the door! We can get a new one tomorrow!" The shorter guy roared at the top of his lungs, glancing towards his pants from time to time, "Hurry! I don't want to pee on myself"
Laughter escaped from the man as he finally opened the door and watched as the short one dashed passed him towards the bathroom. He shook his head and slowly moved in; those swamp colored eyes scanning the area from the porch before he closed the door. He moved over to the couch and took a seat, his voice calling out to the one in the bathroom, "Are you okay in there, Jetice? You didn't explode did you?" He struggled not to break out into more laughter.
Jetice ran out of the bathroom and over towards the man sitting on the couch. He quickly jumped onto him and playfully punched at his chess. "Gerimo, you did that on purpose! You knew I had to-"
"Did you wash your hands?!" Gerimo jolted his face back.
A grin appeared over Jetice's face, "I don't remember" he quickly let his damp hands bush up against Gerimo's cheek.
Laughter escaped from them both.
"That better be water touching my cheek or else..."
"Or else what?" Jetice slowly stood up and moved towards the kitchen, his eyes glancing back at Gerimo who was still sitting on the couch. "I'm about to fix lunch... did you want anything?"
Gerimo yawned and gave a slight nod, "Sure… Grab some grapes for me out of the refrigerator."
"Since when did you eat grapes…? Last I checked you can't eat –"
"Grapes are fine Jetice; I can still enjoy the crunchy taste."
Jetice shook his head and moved over towards the fridge, opening it with a puzzled sigh as he searched for the grapes. His eyes went from shelf to shelf until they landed on a small purple box in the fridge labeled: To Jetice. He continued to paint a lost look on his face while he removed it from the fridge and slowly opened it. Inside, Jetice found two necklaces identical in style with a square shaped locket attached to each one. Inside of the locket were the letters G and J.
Jetice cleared his throat and looked over at Gerimo who had been watching his every move. "What the fuck is this! You think you are sneaky leaving something like this in the fridge." It was obvious that he was happy about the gift; his face lit up while he continued to fumble with his words.
By the time Jetice was finished, Gerimo was standing next to him, dismissively waiting to put the necklace on him. "Come on… Hurry up… You need to go get yourself changed because I booked us reservations at a restaurant and got us tickets to the carnival."
Jetice slowly stopped smiling and glanced up towards Gerimo, "But you can't… eat-"
"It's fine… I can order me some tea and something rare and be just fine." He smiled, "What do you think I have been doing while with you all this time?"
Jetice nodded and ran his fingers over the locket— it was nice and he couldn't wait to show it off. He moved closer to Gerimo and gave him a long hug, kissing him in the process while simultaneously uttering out the words, "I love you"
Gerimo chuckled and lightly pushed him away, "Wow, if this is all I have to do to keep you happy then I am set for life." He followed behind Jetice, hands along his hips as the younger man directed them both into the bedroom.
Jetice took a seat on the bed and glanced up towards Gerimo once more, noticing that he wasn't wearing the necklace. "Aren't you going to put yours on too?"
"Yea I'm going to take a shower first and then get myself together as well." Gerimo cleared his throat, "Jetice, I just want to thank you… Ever since you came into my life things have been a lot easier. I know deep down I am a killer and… I just can't help not having human flesh between my teeth." He moved over to the bed, flopping down beside Jetice before continuing, "It's so good— almost like a drug. You showed me that there are other creatures out there. Animal meat tastes like shit but for you I have managed to enjoy it." A hand moved along Jetice's shoulder, "I don't want to hurt you and I am glad you helped me be a better person. Who knew that life outside of my city still existed…?"
Jetice smiled, "Well, we aren't all perfect. You somehow manage to put up with me and my demonic outbursts. You have calmed me down so much." His eyes trail the floor, "I use to think we were the monsters here; the creatures that children are afraid of; the noise from under the bed. I see now that humans are the evil ones. They fear what they don't understand and they try to hurt us." He rubs at his eyes, struggling to hold back a few tears. "Before you, I was alone and lost. Mad and scared at the world; losing my mind. Back then, the demon in me fed off my pain and suffering. .. It tore through me like a knife and I slaughtered anything that moved." He smiled again, "With you I feel like I can be myself and not think that you are judging me and looking at me as if I am not your equal. You are my other half."
Gerimo gave off a grin and stood up, "Alright enough mushy stuff let's get ourselves together." He slowly headed towards the bathroom before turning back around, "For the record . . . animal meat really does taste like shit… You have it good."
Jetice snickered.
-o-
My head dangled over to the bathroom toilet as I felt my insides slowly making their journey up my throat. With every gag, the bile continued up it was eventually falling from my lips in the form of a yellowish rainfall. That had been my final beer for the day. I knew my stomach wouldn't be able to handle it yet I kept on drinking in spite of it all.
My counselor warned me. My doctor warned me. Even my psychiatrist warned me. I just don't feel like being cured nor do I have time to listen to people's bullshit. It's hard trying to forget memories of your past in a bottle. It's hard trying to go to sleep at night when you now that there are creatures living amongst us in broad daylight.
I would have remained green and forever shielded from the true nature of things. I enjoyed the thought of supernatural— I never wanted it to fully exist outside of fairy-tales. Yet that night… that one night a year ago, I became aware of the things that lurk in the shadows.
I had been drinking and partying at a friend's house and left early. I was drunk and refused to drive myself home so, I cut through the park and headed towards downtown. I heard someone call out for help and in a drunken stupor I moved about the dimly lit park until I found a figure knelt down by a lifeless body. I slowly approached but was stopped by another figure that quickly took hold of the man and took off running. I remember catching glimpses of the persons face; the beast in their eyes and a hungry that continued to strive for release. I remember I almost pissed my pants in fear.
My life was spared… I believe by God… and because of that I have tried to track them down. I must kill them both… They are an abomination to God. I have never picked up a bible in my life but, I have been to church. Monsters are the work of the Devil and the mere fact that one of them helped him get away with murder is being controlled.
It took me years to track them down— seems like they always moved from place to place when something bad happened. When a man is found dead in the back alleys with his limbs missing or when an unidentified woman is found ripped to shreds in her parking lot. They were the cause… They were the ones who did such things.
You can imagine my surprise when I happened to spot the monster in a grocery store a few months ago, shopping around like they were normal and living a perfect lie. This was the first time I noticed them both and visually recorded their every detail: Orange eyes, Brown and green eyes. Monsters… Disgusting filthy monsters… If I had had my gun right then and there, I would have killed them both and sent them back to hell where they came from. Their smile, their laughter, and the food they eat and drink— all lies.
Ever since I saw them, I followed them home, studied their house and ended up buying my own a block away. I sit in my bedroom with a telescope perfectly aligned with their house. I wait for them to leave and I follow. I take pictures. I watch… I am always watching.
Today is different though. The sky is perfect and the wind is not as strong. I went to my job and got one of my close friends to give me clearance to take weapons and live ammo home with me. Unlike before, I decided to tap their living room phone so that I knew more about these monsters.
It won't be long now… They are going to a carnival later on while the sun sets. I will have the perfect cover and a clear shot.
A year ago I missed my change to take out these monsters… this time I won't miss.
They aren't human… they are the unnatural…
I must do the God's work and rid them of this world before they infect it with their evil.
-o-
The both of them continued to move around the street of the carnival, Jetice hugging his partner's arm as they listened to the laughter of the crowd. It had been the first time both of them truly connected with humans. Most times Jetice was too scared and nervous and always ended up letting his emotions take control— meaning his demon side surfaced. Gerimo on the other hand was always calm and collected. It was just the smell of the human's flesh that sent him through euphoria— a feeling that made his mouth water for just a taste.
Together they kept each other under control… not steering too far from one another and being sure to lend support when the other needed it most. They knew that they were not human… but was it wrong to try and live like one?
Jetice broke away from Gerimo's arm and moved over towards the lines that lead to the Ferris wheel, "Let's get on this one! Then you can use your skills to get me one of those stuffed toys."
Gerimo gave off a nervous laugh as he looked around, "Don't get so loud Jetice…"
Jetice laughed, "Don't worry. These people don't care." Smiled to random people that walked passed him before dragging Gerimo over towards the ride.
Unlike his partner, Jetice wanted to live in existence with humans. He wanted them to know his little secret and he wanted all of them to accept him. He never understood how one thing made him different from everyone else. He looked human… he was treated human… but if they were to see his other side or find out, they would fear him or want to kill him.
Gerimo was less accepting of humans and still saw them as cattle. He considered himself and Jetice the dominate species even though Jetice did not feast on human flesh. His time with the demon changed his eating habits that lead him to start eating animals— mostly deer and small rodents. He was not too fond of the idea but continued in order to please Jetice. He knows humans will never change and constantly keeps his guard up for the day they will discover his secret.
"You just shouldn't be so careless." Gerimo looked around again, his body slowly following behind Jetice as he pulls at his arm into the line for the Ferris wheel.
-o-
"And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water … The ungodly are not so … Therefore the ungodly shall not stand in the judgment … but the way of the ungodly shall perish." - Psalm 1:3 – 1:6
My eye peers through the scope of the sniper rifle, staring down at the many people unaware of my existence atop the building overlooking the festival. I move my lips and continue to recite excerpts from the bible. My voice is mute but the words still flow around me on the winds that blow from the east. I cannot remember how long I took my post on the building. I just knew that the two of them would be present soon and that on such a beautiful day; the both of them were going to go to hell.
I scan the carnival grounds, trying to find the colored clothing that the two of them were wearing when I saw them earlier in the day. It takes some time but soon I see them hugged together slowly moving through a line that lead to the Ferris wheel. I gag to myself as thoughts of them imitating humans fill my head.
I inhale and take position, allowing the scope to align perfectly with the one I remembered so vividly.
It was hard try to control my excitement. The many days I sat tormented by what he had done to that innocent bystander. How I pleaded with people to listen to my tale of monsters in the city. The many labels that soon classified me and took away my dignity: Drunkard, psycho, fool... the list was endless.
My hand trembles under the weight of the rifle. I follow them both as they board the ride and slowly moves around in a circular motion. One of them laughs and soon they share a few kisses before they cuddle. They are so human in every aspect— I'm almost doubtful.
When they get off the ride, I follow as they move over to a balloon stand. I wait a little longer, my finger slowly tugging on the trigger. The two of them smile to one another then slowly move in for another kiss. I hold back the urge to vomit as they fool the people around them. With a grin on my face I tighten my grip until my ears start to ring. The bullet leaves the rifle and I quickly roll over onto my back to look up at the clear sky.
As the ringing in my ears dies, the sound of scream soon follows. My heart races and I imagine what might be happening down at the carnival. I mourn for all of the innocent people that come into contact with the monster that I didn't get the kill. One of them was needed in order for the world to know the truth about their existence.
I smile to myself and slowly part my lips to speak to no one in particular, "I have done my part. . . Now society and fear will do the rest."
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