“Nothing that we didn’t already know...just some cryptic clues for us....nothing more, nothing less.” replied Sam, trying to keep the juicy morsels to himself.
“All he said was that we will be following a trail of blood.” Sam explained as both he and Patrick turned towards the opposite direction, and made their way towards the exit of the Asylum...
Chapter Nine: Where Darkness Dwells
I was running....running hard and fast through the darkness, across the vast fields of mud and grass. The rain bucketing down around me, the glare of flickering lightning upon the horizon like a beacon begging me towards it. The fragrance filled the damp air with lavender, as the delightful smell lingered around me as I continued forward through the darkness.
I had felt an inner chill to my bones....like I had been here before...something was gnawing at my very soul....a thought maybe?....no more a lost memory, and then I saw it’s shadow upon the crash of another blast of lightning on the horizon, something from my own childhood had now returned from where the darkness dwells...
And there it stood....the old oak tree standing proud and true in front of me, surely it’s the same I thought? I quickly moved towards it reaching my hand around the vast trunk....letting my fingers feel across the rough bark, traversing through each ripple and deep ravine that lay upon it.
And then I felt it....like it was only yesterday, the deep cut impression that I had placed upon it as a young lad all those years ago.... ‘H loves A Forever’ was cut deep into the tree’s trunk. That was a long forgotten memory....so long ago that I had almost forgotten it, a memory that I had locked deep within the vaults of my mind. Then like the memory had seeped from my mind...images of A began to flicker across my eyes, and then within the darkness...I began to see ghostly images of the past saunter past me..
A young couple full of love...smooching and cuddling beneath the old oak tree, as a young me took out my flick-knife and edged those letters into the deep oak’s trunk. Then like magic the images faded as I stood standing next to the tree, my fingers still caressing the initials carved within the trunk, memories such painful memories indeed.
The first glimpses of sunlight sparkled upon the Norfolk horizon as the tree became more visible to my eyes, and as the creeping sunlight trickled across the ground towards me...I saw the lavender before me pop up into beautiful lilac colours in font of my eyes...
Memories of me and you as children running through these very fields flickered across my mind, as I began to wade through the deep seas of lavender leaving the oak tree far behind me...
I had to keep moving...leave these ghosts from the past behind within the shades of the darkness of the night, need to smell the freshness of freedom and then the bitterness of my revenge....such sweet bitterness indeed. The sun had almost reached halfway into the sky as the dull dark blue of the night faded upon the opposite horizon.
I trudged further until the light of a nearby farmhouse came into view, I had already washed the blood from my face, and was still wearing the guard’s clothes from the Asylum...so I knew I could disguise myself as one of the guard staff with ease. My boots squelched as they flopped in and out of the deep muddy ground as I approached the farmhouse...
The gate squeaked with a whining sharp sound as lights flickered on within the farmhouse, and a brash looking man armed with a shotgun appeared at the front door of the house.
“What be your business here mate?” the man scowled towards my direction.
“Please I mean you no harm....I am from the Asylum and my car has broken down...could I use your telephone to call for help?, if it is not an inconvenience to you.” I coolly replied towards him.
“Mmm....I suppose I could come help you as I have no telephone here, but if I could give you a warm drink as the devil’s breath is about tonight....bring yourself into the house and lets get you in from the cold.” replied the man.
I made my way into the farm house as the man’s eyes stared and burned into the back of my head. As I walked into the house, I noticed the cold atmosphere that resided within the four walls...the place felt unloving and empty of a woman’s touch. I then knew that this man must be a widowed man and that he and the world had severed their ties when life took his wife from him.
“I hope you like whisky...it’s the only thing I got at the moment.” replied the man, as he began to pour a glass.
“That’s fine...thank you, I hope I didn’t wake you and your wife up.” I asked politely.
“No chance of that I am afraid....I have been a widower for just a year, the cancer took her and took what love I had remaining inside as well.” the man replied coldly towards me.
“I sorry for your loss...I didn’t mean to offend.” I politely responded.
“No offence taken my friend....life goes on and on.” replied the man as he gulped down the glass of whisky.
“Lets get you sorted then...I presume transmission or some fault with the wires or spark plugs has buggered your car.” enquired the farmer.
“ I’m not too sure...I am not really a car person.” I calmly replied.
I stared at the farmer...he was about my height and my average weight too, good I thought...he will have clothes that will fit me nice and good. I gulped down the warm inviting whisky.
“We better make a move then, I heard we are due a freak snowstorm in the next couple of hours...will make the work harder if we are caught out in that.” the farmer replied as he wrapped a thick coat over him.
“Yes we wouldn’t want to get stuck out in that would we...” I replied.
We made our way back outside of the house and back onto the dark unforgiving moorlands, I noticed that the laces upon the farmer’s boots were undone, I stopped him in his tracks.
“Hey!...you better tie them up, I would feel bad if you had an accident or something.” I replied pointing down towards his boots.
“Your right my friend, just give me a moment to tie them up.” he replied as he crouched down, and begun retying the laces as I walked calmly behind him...he never noticed me picking up a nearby rock. The moment he did realise this was the moment the rock smashed against his skull....again and again and again, the smell of blood and crushed bones rippled through the air...the sweet sensual smell of death trickled through my nasal paths as I took a deep inhale of air. The first few flakes of the snowstorm had begun to trickle down, and after a few moments flakes became heavy falls of snow, as the farmer’s dead lifeless body had already begun to be covered with the cold white crisp snow that had now thundered down from the skies above.
I turned back towards the farmhouse, and made my way to change my clothes and continue onwards upon my journey...
Chapter Ten: Patient 15
“This old girl, she’s killed some....bashed their brains in just for fun.” chuckled the woman, whose long dark scraggly hair covered her face with just those dark green eyes peering out amongst the loose strands of hair.
“Do you think I am beautiful?...do you think I am pretty...you must think I am pretty, tell me I am pretty!” she softly spoke into the scared looking woman’s face. Her eyes widened as the peering green eyes scorched themselves into her own as the dark haired woman lurched towards her.
“Kirsten....please....please, don’t hurt me.” replied the scared woman who was bound in the chair she was sitting in by thick knots of rope. “Say something nice.....call me pretty....call me pretty!!” hissed Kirsten as she circled around and around the helpless woman.
“Please....you are pretty....really, really pretty.” sobbed the helpless woman.
“Ah, that’s very kind of you and kinda sweet to.” replied Kirsten as her hands softly rubbed the helpless woman’s shoulders, moving to gracefully stroke the woman’s soft cheeks.
“You gonna release me?...I did what you asked of me.” begged the helpless woman as tears began to drip from her eyes.
“Why of course....I shall release you, now dry those tears my pretty before I release you.” Kirsten replied sof
tly into the woman’s ear, softly kissing the lobe as she spoke the words.
Kirsten’s hands glanced softly across the woman’s tender rosy cheeks, stroking them gracefully....before Kirsten fingernails tore into them as the room was filled with the shrieks and screams of a tortured soul and splashes of blood flickered everywhere from wall to floor. The pink chunks of flesh that had been ripped from the woman’s face lay abandoned upon the ground beside Kirsten’s feet. The bound woman lay weeping with misery and severe pain as her face was nothing but a bloody mess apart from the deep destructive holes where her cheeks used to be.
“Does it hurt?”
“Does the pain ripple through you like a rampant river?”
“Do you wish for the final release?” Kirsten asked.
“Say something nice!” Kirsten replied as her hands swept through the bloody mess that was the woman’s face towards her eyes, as the woman cast a visible scared look within those very eyes.
“Are you ready?”
“Close your eyes and you will get a big surprise!” chuckled Kirsten.
“Close them now!!” Kirsten demanded...
The woman hesitantly closed her eyes slowly, knowing something dreadful was about to happen, she gulped as she awaited her fate...
“Time for that release now, my pretty!” whispered Kirsten..
The room was silent but for a mere second...then a bloodcurdling scream filled the silent emptiness, as the shadow of the bound woman cascaded upon the wall, rocked to and fro with agony. The looming shadow of Kirsten standing above the woman as her sharp fingernails tore and wrenched the eyeballs from the helpless woman.
The helpless woman lay motionless in the chair, her clothes and face coated in skin remains and blood. Kirsten stood before her chuckling softly as her hands tightly grasped the woman’s eyeballs in each hand, which had been viscously ripped and torn from the woman’s eye sockets.
Kirsten stood there cackling hysterically as the eyeballs in her hands dripped blood ever so slowly upon the ground beside her feet...
“And when I count to three you will awaken....1....2....3" said the voice.
Kirsten eyes flickered as she came to....the hypnosis had sapped the energy from her, her eyes scanned across the room where a young doctor sat opposite her. Her eyes scanned more of the room, and then she realised that she was strapped within the chair by harnesses that she was sitting upon.
“Now, then 15 how are you feeling?” asked the doctor towards her.
“15?....my name is Kirsten.” Kirsten replied towards the young doctor.
“I am afraid all patients that are contained within the Asylum’s facilities are nominated a number and yours is number 15.” explained the doctor.
Kirsten struggled to free herself from the harnesses that tied her down, but she was fixed down fast.
“Those harnesses are for your and my protection....mine as when you are under hypnosis, you thrash violently about and it’s for your protection to keep you from harming yourself.” explained the doctor.
“So what you are saying Doc...is that you are trying to help me.” asked Kirsten as she sat patiently in the chair.
“How sweet of you....tell me gorgeous do you want to know a secret?, it’s a very special kind of secret.....come closer and I shall whisper it into your ear.” Kirsten softly spoke, as the doctor calmly raised himself from his chair and walked towards Patient 15.
“Closer Sweet-cheeks.....closer.” whispered Kirsten as the doctor leant towards her with his ear towards her mouth.
“Don’t trust nobody sweetie-pie...” Kirsten cackled as she lunged forward biting the doctor’s ear, casting her sharp teeth into the soft ear lobe, tearing the soft flesh away from the ear as a flash swarm of blood trickled from the doctor’s wound.
The doctor crashed backwards as he yelled out in agony, his hand grasping towards some nearby tissues to soak the blood up, he called out for the guards, who arrived to see the trail of blood leading to the slumped doctor upon the floor weeping like a small child. Their eyes turned to Patient 15, who sat smugly in the chair....a cascading ripple of the doctors blood fell down the sides of her mouth quite provocatively.
She turned towards the guards and instantly spat out the chewed up remains of the doctor’s ear lobe upon the floor before her.
“I’m afraid the doctor will see you now.” laughed Kirsten hysterically, as the guards dragged her away from the doctor and the room and led her back towards her cell within the Misty Eyes Asylum....
The guards eventually arrived at 15's cell and bundled her in....sealing the door tightly shut behind her...
Kirsten fell upon her bed as she cast her eyes to the four grey walls of her cell, she had been excited to feed upon flesh for a change, as she had not tasted human flesh for a very long time... it had excited her greatly as her nipples had become quite erect, though she was not sexually satisfied by this thought, no it was the thoughts of one man who sent tingles through those most delicate of places that truly satisfied her.
The thoughts of her secret desire Hal the Dark Poet, who had become the legend within the Asylum. She harboured dark thoughts over him and countless times her fingers had slipped within those soft legs of hers, as she lingered for hours tantalising the sweet buds of desire that lay within those tender legs and the soft folds of her delicate areas.
She now laid back, allowing the soft fingertips to gracefully ripple down across her erect nipples...squeezing them hard as a slight trickle of a moan slipped from her mouth. A rapid amount of slight moans with every single squeeze of those hard bullet-like nipples shot from her mouth, and a sudden dampness had now alerted her from within those soft folds and soft legs, the same soft legs that squirmed together to try and oppress the electric sensation running through her body.
Her hands guided the long fingers down.....down....even further as the fingertips had barely touched the fine bristles of the undergrowth that lay between her legs as the first jets of ecstasy rippled through her entire body as her fingers entered the thick bush....searching....looking for the moment when the sweet buds would be located and then the final release of fulfilment to leave her body and the cool jets of cum would trickle down her soft legs.
Her mind was fixed firmly upon Hal, and she imagined him entering her countless times as her wet fingers went in and out, in and out with rapid effect...her soft moans now had become wild savage growls as her fingers had reached their usefulness and now she had placed her entire fist within her and began grinding herself into her own fist.
The bed-sheets were now soaked within a sea of cum....wave after wave erupted from within Kirsten as her growls echoed from within the four walls around her. Then with a final snarl of seductive ecstasy Kirsten slumped upon the floor of her cell....exhausted and dripping with cum, all she could muster was a few mumbled words.
“Oh my sweet Hal, my dearest Hal....you are mine forever!”
Chapter Eleven: Enter The Darkness
Michelle scanned through the several files before her, each contained news cuttings depicting murders in the local area, all had the same kind of handiwork of Hal the Dark Poet...but these murders had all occurred over the last few months and year whilst Hal was locked away deep in the bowels of the Misty Eyes Asylum.
Her eyes scanned across the various cuttings before her...the victims were of varying ages and sex but all had been mutilated like cattle rather than the way that had been portrayed by Hal’s very own hands. This indeed looked like the work of a copycat...but somebody with a very destructive side to their nature, someone who was on the verge of imploding from within.
She rubbed her eyes....she was getting tired and the night was drawing in, the questions she was looking for had now dragged the sleep to the surface of her body, she slouched back upon the sofa as her eyes started to flicker rapidly....trying desperately to fight and keep the sleep at bay.
But it was no use and soon Michelle drifted off into a deep slumber and the world faded with her as night a
pproached...
As the cover of night cast itself across the City of Norwich, the nightlife began to awaken as the many nightclubs and business establishments prepared for another busy night ahead. The low throbbing sounds from the pubs and clubs beating out across the silence of the night, as the murmurs of people chatting and walking through the busy streets trickled through the air.
Hordes of people socialising as they ventured to drown their sorrows after a long week of work, with the taste of alcohol lingering upon their lips. A wanting to satisfy their thirst and catch-up with friends and colleagues from work and a moment to relax within familiar and friendly surroundings.
Gangs of youths loiter the main square, all frolicking and rebellious away from their parents stern eyes and in the darker areas away from the main streets, a parade of young and slightly older prostitutes ply their trade looking for their daily payload and fixes for that evening.
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