A shocking relief, a set sequel and if it cou8ld have been any
harsher then little Billy would have had his way. Billy knew
she would have survived the first blow. It wasn't until the
third; her eyes began to shed, a gleam glimpse of red, and
Billy sensed her every sense as the sight shimmered in thru his
pulse tensing grip on his hatchet.
�Billy stands there, his breathing leads a cruel display in
fog, his heart pouncing up and out from in his chest as he
stares down onto the mutated corps set down for him to
withstand. "Let's go." He says. Swinging the hatchet up in
front of his face then lets the swing down lead him away.
�A twilight of echoes scream along the opening following Billy
on in to his yard. Leaving him with a clear nights sky as he
steps on up and in thru the porch. He�Leaves the arms and claws
of darkness behind with out a thought of despair for the one
soul he has left there behind.
The squeaks and cracks from above leave the girls with only the
one image they had been left with before he dragged her away;
the sight of tearing flesh, as she was pulled into the freshest
of airs from in their last stench of light. Leaving them with
only the darkest of imaginations as she was swung out and in
thru the woods.
�"shsh" Jenny shushed as Esmeralda began to whimper. Simone on
all fours shuffles over to the door, with her cheeks scraped
down against the dirt floor; she listens in and watches closely
for any sign of him. Esmeralda holds her head in down between
her legs, using her knees to block out any sounds that she has
her breath held in from as Jenny sit's still.
�"He's gone to bed." Simone whispered as her cheek scraped up
from off of the floor.
�"Bed? He's not up there in that kitchen?" Jen asked, holding
one eye on Simone as the other tries to detect a sound from in
the walls above.
�"Then she must have escaped" Said Esmeralda as her knees begin
to go stiff and numb. "Right, she's gone. Gone for help." She
said releasing her one of relieving winds only to be shook back
in to her undesirable hysteria as she seen the looks on the
girls faces; leaving her with out a breath for comfort and now
with her head back down in-between her knees.
�"She's not here," Whispered Simone as she shuffled her back up
against the cold iron door.
Jenny stares back in to her eyes, overlooking them, following
her own senses as they lead her out, up and out thru the front
door as she froze with in her own mind leaving her stuck in the
middle of nowhere and somewhere that only reads a blood shed as
she tears throughout the field of trees that brings her to a
bloody sensation as she wrestled along into a bush of thorns.
"Well there should be a new one tomorrow." She says staring in
to Simone's eye's then looks away; avoiding contact with
Esmeralda and says, "We need to bust out of here."
"How exactly are we going to do that?" Asked Simone as she
shuffled her self-back against the cold iron wall and sits her
self next to Jen. "We haven't eaten for days and like you said;
he's feeding us flesh, the left hovers from the ones before."
"One of us is going to have to show weakness, fake sick you
know. Then when were out of this cell we attack. That's the
only way." Said Jen wile knowing the only one that fit that act
would and is going to be her.
"What about, what if you don't return?" Whimpered Esmeralda
using the tears from off her lips to moisten her mouth and
says, "Why don't we just wait?"
The candle drops, a sizzling drop ending in its own puddle of
wax and bringing Billy's eyes out into another break of day as
the pin streaking stream of smoke fills in to the ceiling.
Crows shout out in grace as he sets his head in behind the
windows curtain, sitting up�on the edge of his bed and watching
as the sun shines up above the treetops and down in to his
front yard then he notices his front gate open, wide open; he
clenches the curtains closed shut.
"God dam mongrels" He says as he steps in to the hall and on in
to the washroom. Specs of blood, he follows them around
closely. One by one, he washes them off. Steam from the running
hot water begins to moisten the dry crusts in and around his
mouth as he wipes them off one by one before he runs his hands
in thru his hair.
"Breakfast." He says as he walks out in to the hall then turns
for the stair well and mumbles "auh lunch," With a big grin on
his face, making his way down in to the kitchen. A sudden stop
before he turns his way into the kitchen; knowing his guest
from down in below can hear his every move from where he
stands. Memories from the ones before; how they would scream
and shout. Hold him in on a silence before he realized that
this bunch he has not yet fed.
The crows continue to chant in and around the yard as he stares
out into the front yard from in the kitchen; watching as they
scattered around the treetops and trying to figure out if he
had left the front gate open or not.
"Filthy whore" He says then sits himself down at the table.
Looking around as the sunshines in thru; reflecting off the
fridge and stove, providing light from in thru the front hall
windows. Billy sits in his chair, the uncomforting from having
to remember if he had left the front gate open or not begins to
crawl in to his chest; thoughts of the 'whore' as he is pulling
her in to the bush. His hands begin to tighten as his thoughts
of a unworthy death begin to laps his mind. "Greedy bitch," he
mumbles; thinking of how ignorant she is, making her self ill
and along with the baby inside of her.
�"Well" he mumbles as he stands for the fridge then grabs out
the pitcher of orange juice along with its frosted glass, steps
back in to the table with a big grin on his face as the sun
shines on in�wile he pours the juice.
Jenny sitting her self along the wall of the door, watching as
Simone and Esmeralda cuddle with each other for comfort and
support. She's been up since the crack of dawn, since the first
spark of light had fired its self in under the door, listening
in for his every move and knowing it like she dose, the same as
she has ever since she had landed her self into the grips of
this man. A man she thinks beast, a beast she has come to know
and thinks she knows well enough to out smart. A temptation to
eat is the only thing she has come to debate. Knowing he's been
offering them flesh; human flesh and the ones that had been
feeding from off of it had all disappeared one by one. Thoughts
of them telling her to eat, that it was pig and cattle while
they were trapped in behind a iron door naked then token out
one by one as he grabbed them like slabs of meat, throwing them
out into the hall then never seeing them again after the iron
door was slammed closed. She now believes she has to be next,
next to go but willing and for a fight, she only knows.
�"Is he up?" Whispered Esmeralda as her head popped up from off
of the floor. "Is he?" She asked again.
�"Yes and shush" Jen tells her. "Go back to sleep."
�"Back to sleep? Now?"
�Simone lifts her head, holds out her hand and signals
Esmeralda to stop then holds it out in front of Jen as they
listen in on the footsteps heading out thru the front door.
Then with the sound of the front door hit into a slam the three
girls let out a sigh of relief followed by a shiver from fear.
Billy stands over his mother's grave. The sun beats down on to
his face as the wind sets a breeze down along the grass around
him. The burning red crusts of coal still shine in to his eyes.
The sharp edged slice that splits the stone along its front
side still bares the burnt smell from the heavens above. The
same stench he had been left with from when the lights from
above had token her away and bringing her back up with its same
lighting flame; leaving him there as the bolts of lighting
dropped her in to the earth then again lighting its way onto
�Rest was all Billy could pray for. It is all he could ever ask
for. Questioning why the heavens had token her away was no
longer for questioning. He has only been with two other storms
since then and neither had left him with answers. Violence has
been a remedy. As the earth shook, trees fell and sky's cracked
in to fields of flames. Billy's hunger has grown since. Being
with out a storm for ages has had him traveling out and beyond
the fields that possessed its chaos. In to the towns and cities
in search of a answer and the wicked weather that has taken his
His twist in fate began on his journey home from a weekend stay
with his aunt. A box of kittens caught his attention along with
a dark mist of clouds as they began to circle him from above.
Waiting for a sing as he carried them down along the path and
beginning to feel inpatient with the stubborn and annoying dull
clouds from above; Billy found answers the only way that he
could and with in its mist his answers were found. Leaving him
with the powers from above as he stepped on to a life force
that spit up a breath for life and he stepped for his own means
for its shocking death.
Billy turns away, stepping back from his mothers grave and
looking up into the sky's as the crows continue to take over
the tree tops as if they do when the clouds turn for a darker
day. But it's not the darkening of day that's got him in a
tiring mood it's the un explanation for the front gate not
being shut closed. As he steps in towards it, he looks out in
thru the trees then feels a discomfort in a satisfaction that
he was out to seek; leaving him in behind the closed gate and
feeling uncomforted within his own grounds. With the feeling
following him in to the house, ignoring the sight of his
mothers grave as he walked it by and slamming the door behind
him as his frustration leads him on up thru the stair well and
on into his bed room leaving him one last glimpse of the sky
before he turned his back to the window and laid himself in to
"I'm hungry." Sobs Esmeralda from in the corner of the cold
iron cell. Jen sitting along the side of the door as Simone
brushes her head up from off of the floor under the door.
"Ya me too." Simone says then holds her ear up against the
door, listening in for any other movements from up above.
"Eat, you want to eat? You girls would rather eat then make it
out of here?" Jen said, looking at them with discuss and
letting them know she was from they way she scratched her hands
from off the floor. "Next move and were gone." She says,
shaking the dirt from off of her hand.
"I think he's in bed" says Simone as she stands to her feet to
get a better sound. "Ya, I think so."
"You think she's up there too." Esmeralda asks, holding her
head up and waiting for someone to say something about it. Jen
looks at her then turns to look at Simone as Esmeralda says,
"That girl was all weird."
"Ya, you're starting to get a bit weird too" Simone tells her
then asks Jenny. "What's your plan Jenny? How are we going to
The afternoon left Billy for a turn for his worst. With the
clouds cutting in early leaving no room for the sun to set in
its set and being as grey as they are had the crows in a frenzy
leaving Billy to another shortened day. The days that has left
his only question un answered; leaving him with tears from
under his own inner cloud. The one that has never dripped or
left his own face wet. As he turns his head away from the
window next to his bed, he swings his leg down, slamming it
down on to the floor then bring the other one around and begins
stomping the floor. He grabs his hatchet and razor wire as he
steps out continuing to slam his feet down to the floor;
stomping his way down the steps then stops in front of the
basement door, slides his hand along the light switch and opens
the door slowly letting its crackling squeal ooze into his
breath. As he steps down he lets the razor wire drag along the
floor of the step's; setting off a tingling feeling as it
tangles and rings along his leg.
"Are you ladies hungry? Mmmmhu" He said as he stepped down from
off of the last step. He swings out the razor wire, stepping in
towards the iron door; letting it screech and squeal along the
door, echoing through the basement and in thru the cell. As he
reaches for the peephole, he lets the hatchet swing in to the
door. Setting of an explosion of bangs echoing in thru the cell
and shaking dirt from of the floor. He looks in, shaking the
razor wire against the door and says, "Ladies" then dropped the
hatchet to the floor, opens the door wide open, steps in and
stands overtop of three lifeless bodies until he realizes the
tears falling down from one of their faces. Before he could
stand for his next breath Jenny swings out her leg and drops
him to the floor as Simone jumped out for the hatchet laying in
the entranceways floor. Esmeralda screams in shocking pain as
Jenny beats him with her fist, pounding a cloud of dust until
she's swung back against the wall along with the blood splatter
as Simone sliced in to his neck, knocking his head in to a
cloud of bloody dust as it spun in to mid air.
"Let's go Esmeralda," says Jen.
"Ya lets go already. I thought you were never going to wake
up." Simone says then holds out her hand. Esmeralda watches as
the blood begins to drip from off of Simone's hand then screams
from off of the top of her lungs, watching Jen and Simone
stepping back and covering their ears as the echo rung in thru
The day was like any other, a summer's day, clear sky's, green
displayed in to a juiced soil, trees in full bloom. The wagon,
drives on, gripping in to the dirt road as Mimi holds on to the
wheel, watching for any pot holes and keeping a blind eye on
Danny as he stares out the back window, strapped in his seat
and enjoying the sound of rocks and dirt being kicked up under
the wagon as it flares on thru the road.
�"You keep that window down." She said, eyeing him from in the
rearview. Mimi; a widow, mother of one. She has been itching
for months to get out from in the inner city smog. Inheriting
her late husbands fortune, leaving her with more money then she
could have ever imagine. She had set her sights on moving out
into the country, into the wilderness, 'wild side'. Her
accountant flashed her a property listing, she singed, set the
keys into her pocket and from there she's been on her way. A
Forty-year-old writer, widow, mother of one and now leading a
life of innate, using her one card and turning it over as a
�Danny has been schooled by the best, growing up with butlers
and nannies as wile his father spent most of the time away and
his mother being a writer; leaving him with only the attention
a mother would give during his meal times. A smart boy, active
and strong; He too has come to except this gift, leaving the
city life behind, along with the life of his father that has
now left him in lonely hold of his mothers grip.
�"I think I see it," Said Danny, rubbing his finger on the
window, outlining a cabin up on the hillside.
�"Oh that's not it. That place is full of bugs and little
critters that like to play on the road. It looks stinky. Our
place is way up there, in behind all these tree's, up in the
hills, with nothing around but colorful bugs and wilderness."
She tells Danny as she begins seeing her marks on the road map
taped onto the wagons dash. Danny rubs the finger printed
outline of the cabin of with the palm of his hand. He stares in
to the trees, looking up in to the tops then back down to the
road side; letting the dirt road vibrate up in to his hips as
he watches over his mothers shoulder and straight ahead.
�As the road begins to curve, passing hazard signs; warning
about the road conditions coming to an end, wild animal
crossings, and roadblocks from falling trees. Mimi looks on,
watching for the one right turn that is going to lead her in.
She was told about this, the main entryway being blocked in by
weeds and bush, the left turn a few yards after the signs. She
stares on, numbering each thick bush, comparing size as she
rolls in to the smallest one. The hood and sides of the wagon,
squeaks, and whistles as the weeds scrape along. She
accelerates, knowing she has found her spot as the wagon begins
to level out; griping in to a path of traction.�Little Danny's
eyes light up in joy. He watches on as the sun begins to
lighten in the entry way, leading out in to a field of greens
as his mom drives on, leaving the depth and darkness of the
bush in behind.
�"Well do ya like it." She asked, looking him over from in the
rearview mirror. He looks up in to her eyes, smiles and asks,
"Can we get a dog?"
�"No, hu not yet" She answered him, letting out a slight rage
of frustration that has been building up inside of her from in
the bush as she was unsure if it was the one road way or not.
The house sits up on a slope with a front yard that leads in to
the woodlands that go on as far as the eye can see. The back
spreads out in to bush, weeds, and dry dirt that lead into its
hidden driveway. A picket fence lines in around the house,
giving it a yard all around. Housing the wild flowers and once
garden that is now a pit of weeds.
�Little Danny runs out, leaves the car door open, his hands by
his side slapping into the clouds of fluff rising up as he runs
them by; slapping the bloomed dandy lions up with his hands as
they blow their white fluff seedling in to the air and leaving
him in under a feeling of dry snow until his lungs stomped in
to a wind, lifting him up into the arms of a stranger. He looks
into the face of the man that has him now in his breath.
�"Woo, ho young buck. Its wild I know and so will you when I
show you around." The man lowers Danny to the ground, looks
over on to Mimi then waves her in.
"I'm Theodore, you must be Danny. Well Danny it looks like we
might be getting a little rain this evening." The old man said.
Mr. Wilson, a native to the land. He played a next of kin to
the property before Mimi had bought it out from under him; his
eye that is.
The land belonged to a widow who had been born and raised
there. She was later found on a tombstone; her name. Her son
had placed her in the yard. Stories have been told that she had
been struck by lighting, leaving her son to him self, to grieve
over her in her deathbed until lighting struck once again,
burning its energy into the tombstone, leaving him mentally
deranged until he was found dead. A story Mimi her self has
left out of the deal, telling her sales agent she would rather
not hear about the story or have it mentioned in front of her
son or ever again.
"Hello there" Theradore says, stepping in towards her as she
looks on, trying to set her sights on a smooth patch of land,
where she can park her car.
"Hello Mr. Wilson. I got your letter in the mail. It's a good
thing too. I had know Idea this would be so far out in the
"Yes. Its out here alright."
"Where's your car?"
"Mine, well, I told my partner I'd be out on the roads in the
morning. I figure you could use some help settling in. Go over
the floor plans, landscape, the generator, I know you'll want
to know how that works. I got it going, took a little grease
but its spinning out there in its wind and I collected some
fire wood for ya. Just in case your where in a good old
wilderness spirit. Help ya get settled in." He tells her, she
looks at him and he winked. With her right eye lifting its
brow, she stares on to him, turning her back on him, and
grabbing the pushcart from off of the wagons back end.
"How about helping me grease these boxes out my trunk." She
asked. He steps in, humming and breathing as she begins lifting
the boxes out on to the pushcart.
"That one fine boy you got there." He says.
"Yes, you're all natural little weed, running around like a
little critter chasing after the bugs."
"And you, you're a writer."
"Yes, it's nothing special." She says, laying her box on to his
then slaps the top back into the hold and steps away as he
stepped in and begins pushing the cart in on a study path.
"I'm going to back on up, find myself a parking space." She
yells out, then steps in to the drivers door and watches as
Theodore pushes the cart up and in on the walkway.
"Yes, that's a good idea." He said back, and then waved out his
left hand, showing her a study patch of land next to the
walkway then yelled out for Danny telling him to steer clear as
his mom drove on in.
Drops of rain begin tapping on to the rooftop. Mimi and Mr.
Smith sit in side, watching as the fire begins to set its
flames up in to the chimney. Fresh blankets laid out on the
couch along with the new curtains Mimi had brought along. Mr.
Smiths food treys set out on the kitchen table beside Mimi
dishes as they sit on the living room couch, Little Danny on
the floor, laying out on the dear skin rug and watching the
flames rise up into the chimney until he turned and noticed the
rain spilling down in racing stream from on the out side of the
kitchen window. He stands up, looks at his mother and Mr. Smith
sitting on the coach with wine glasses in their hands and
staring in to the fireplace. He steps out into the kitchen,
turns, and walks out in to the front hall and entranceway. The
door squeaks open slowly he steps out on to the top step.
"And there he goes my little weed." Mimi says as she leans to
the left, cuddling her self on to Theodore's right shoulder.
"Ya." He breaths out, showing a sign of relief as if Danny was
one of his, up and rising.
"Do you know the story of this place?" He asked, blowing it
lightly in to her ear.
"I thought about it, never really wanted to hear it in full
detail." She said ending in a yon then says, "I wonder
sometimes, writing about it. I don't want to go public and I
really don't like thinking about it much. It's the mental
aspect. I don't find it amusing in anyway." She cuddles in
closer Theodore puts his arm in around her and they both listen
in to the whishing flames.
Danny, taking his time, letting drop for drip catch on to his
face before he takes another step down, listening in as the
thunder begins to growl then lighting swivels in behind the
clouds as he looks up; he takes one more step, looks down at
the puddle as it ripples out around his feet. The rain begins
dripping on to his ear as the wind blows its breeze.
"Hello" he says as the wind sends drips in to his ear, he looks
down, the puddle begins to splash in to a set of eyes rolling
around his feet. He takes another step, staring down as the
eyes begin to look back. He smiles, giggling from under his
breath as the ripples form in to faces, smiling back, winking
and speaking up to him as the winds breeze blows droplets of
rain in to his ear; laughing, giggling and saying his name with
brightened eyes as the lightning lights them up from in the sky
"Danny, come along." Mimi says from in behind the screen door.
"Bed time my little bugger." She said as he stepped up onto the
top step. She held the door open as he stepped in telling him
to say good night to Mr. Wilson before he raced on up to bed.