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Two Sides Of Darkness


There was a serial killer standing in the darkness of her mind. She was was having some difficulty keeping in what she was feeling. She could not contain herself and was agitating the sanity portion of her brain. The insanity was clearly in charge as a seventy three year old woman was tied uncomfortably in a wooden chair with a tube sock stuffed into her mouth.

There were two shadows reflecting on the wall directly in front of her. The one closes to the old woman was probably the instigator as it was responding to the pain. The other shadow was probably the shadow of reason. Each shadow was unique and served a purpose. The murder was suppose to happen very quickly, but it didn't. The shadows were battling for supremacy and each had a distinctive response to the serial killer's actions. They were causing needless commotion and the serial killer had put the murder on pause.

One shadow was darker than the other and the pattern of darkness made them very different even though they came from the same person. Each shadow had a different personality and emotion as the old woman tried to scream.

The serial killer was listening but still watching the old woman squirm. She had a kitchen knife in her right hand as she had it angled for stabbing.

The lighter shadow tried to stand in her way as it just caused more commotion. The darker shadow was shouting profanities that only the serial killer heard.

The old woman stopped moving as she witnessed the difficulty that the serial killer was experiencing. There was something odd about inflicting the life ending blow,

The serial killer was listening to the shadows but still watching the old woman with the knife set for destruction. The blade of the knife was salivating as it prepared itself for ripping apart human flesh.

The darker shadow looked more intent and it started to grow larger and grew even more darker still. It covered the entire room engulfing the lighter shadow as it was in total charge of the perimeter. There were taller shades of darkness filtering through the room and each darkness seemed embedded in each other. The lighter shadow seemed to have been discharged and rendered useless.

Finally, the darker shadow and the serial killer were able to stand together, It was then that the old woman felt the blade penetrate her flesh. Each drive went deeper and cut longer as the blood shaded the darkness with a hint of red. Dark red. Unable to scream through the tube sock, she accepted death as it came violently.

An arching fountain of blood began filling the room as the downward motion of the stabbing continued.

© 2018 Frank Atanacio