The Devil on G String: The First Movement

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
"Is this about God....or maybe it's about the Devil?"

A serial killer - who kills other serial killers, leaving a popular piece of classical music playing at each crime scene. The city hails the mysterious "Devil" as a hero, but the police department is determined to catch him at any cost.

This is Chapter One of my short story. Please excuse the formatting issues in the last paragraph or so...Read and (hopefully) enjoy! :D

Submitted: November 10, 2012

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The Devil on G String

The First Movement

Bathed in the soft warm glow of the setting sun, the man suddenly knew he was destined to die by the end of the night. The harsh ropes burned relentlessly across his wrists as he struggled in one final futile attempt to free his hands, adding on to the ugly rope burns that marred his skin.

A shadow fell across the doorway of the room he was in. A footfall, and then silence.

The Devil had returned.

Like a rabbit caught in a deadly trap, he struggled even more desperately, kicking and yelling bloody murder, rocking the chair he was tied to back and forth. But it was useless – that extra burst of energy wasn’t going to get him anywhere, especially not when the ropes were triple knotted, with an extra layer of cord tied around them.

As the man continued his pitiful attempt at escape, the Devil waltzed nearly effortlessly across the room to the antique gramophone nearby, and caressed it lovingly before putting a record on play.

Silence at first – then the old gramophone got to work, resurrecting the long forgotten piece that was embedded within the record. Siren strains of classical music wafted from the gramophone head, shrouding the room in an ephemeral cloak of nostalgia. The bound man exerted even more effort, eyes wide with pure undiluted fear as the soothing classical music surrounded him.

The Devil started to move in towards him.

The bound man was nearly sobbing now, his entire frame spasming as his bloodied wrists scraped uselessly against the crimson stained rope.

“I’m sorry, I really am! I know what I did wrong, I won’t do it again, she was the last one, I didn’t even hurt them that much! I won’t ever do it again, please you can watch me, see that I’m not lying, just don’t kill me PLEASE!” he begged as the Devil finally reached him.

“Shhh…..” the Devil murmured, leaning in close to the man, like a mother comforting her distressed child.

Soft whispers, low murmurs, hushed words…and then their little tête-à-tête was done.

The bound man was still sobbing, but this time with relief. The first thing he would do when he completed his end of the deal was to get out of this damn town, find some remote country house and stay there for the rest of his life. Get a shotgun, rear livestock, watch TV – that was the ONLY thing he was ever going to ----

As the hypodermic syringe emptied its contents into the man’s thigh, the Devil smiled.

The stage was set.


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