Post by Logan on Dec 26, 2011 9:55:00 GMT -5
The Immortal Series Presents…
THE SERPENT.
THE SERPENT.
IT flicked its sandpapered tongue into the warm breeze, gathering taste of its next direction. The town streets of South Hill were totally deserted, and that was fine. IT had no problems blending in if it had to. IT was used to blending in, a distinguished master of disguise of it did say so itself. No noise. Nothing but it and the wind, and well, those damn Christmas bells that hung from every single light pole down every single fuckin’ sidewalk. It did not hate the holiday but there was no special reason to actually take part and hang shit around a tree. Just another day, really, a day where most of everyone closed their doors and kept cozied up with people next to fires and discussed meaningless garbage when they’d otherwise only truthfully speak to each other once or twice a year at best, Thanksgiving and Christmas included. Either way, most of the town folk were doing that just now, and IT had the sidewalks and annoying sound of jingles to itself.
THE SERPENT: ...[/i]
IT flicked the air once more. 2200 Maple Ln. That’s where it was headed. And even there it was sure there’d be bells despite a three block difference from the town’s center. The bells would be its only company other than a chained up dog or two on its stroll to Maple. Was it lonely? Did it seek the company of others on this official jolly day? No. Not at all. Not.. at.. all. The exact opposite, IT thrived if anything. The sound of its harden heels clunked onto the wooden steps when it ascended the front porch of 2200 Maple Ln and rang the doorbell. The person on the other side of the door took some time though it did eventually open.
THE SEPPENT: Merry Christmas’ss.[/i]
The presence on the other side of the glass door was an elderly woman and she was blind. IT knew she was blind before it came. IT knew the house and the layout within it. IT even knew her name, and she knew IT’s.
Mary: Come in – come in!
And it did. The smell of home baked sweets and honey ham mixed with the aroma of the old women’s sixty year old house repelled its tongue through the small gap of its front two teeth and into the back of its throat. It had been here before of course, and it was repulsive then, but now it was just off putting. The scent just took anything attractive away from the otherwise appealing glazed ham.
Mary: I have a surprise for you. Come, come.
She effortlessly made her way into the dining room without a single flinch or feel of a wall. She had lived here most of her life, so being blind displayed no disadvantages now. IT followed. Mary felt for a chair halfway tucked underneath the table and turned revealing a box wrapped in red and green papering.
Mary: Merry Christmas, Logan. I hope you’ll like it.
IT grinned, reaching out and taking the box from her hands. It already knew what was in the box, and not because it was physic or processed Superman x-ray vision, it just knew. The wrapped paper was ripped away and it flipped the small boxes lid and reached inside, gripping the straight razor tightly in its grasp.
THE SERPENT: I have a surprise for you as well.[/i]
Genuine joy glittered in her sightless eyes and nothing else. IT spent time with Mary over the last few weeks, buttering her up, warming her up like a day’s work of good spaghetti sauce. It would whether have spaghetti right now. It had gained her trust, and as the reason of the season for giving and receiving neared, it more than practically hinted for one of those nice old fashioned straight razors that’d you see in a fifties barber shop, no, it begged, because the plastic modern ones just couldn’t give you a proper shave. However, IT never planned on using it to shave.
THE SERPENT: That is’ss not my name.[/i]
She didn’t know exactly how to take that – why had she been deceived with a fake name? It was harmless and troubling at the same time. Just a name, she thought, maybe there was a reason.
Mary: … I’m confused.
IT wasn’t. The blade flicked open and the straight razor cut the air and into.. the palm of her hand? Well, It didn’t expect that, it was aiming for her throat. IT did appreciate the ease and effort that took to splitting her flesh and parting the thick meat back on either side of the gash, she certainly had spent some decent money on this gift, and that really was the amusing purpose of convincing her to get it to begin with. She wailed in horror and grabbed at her hand that soon began to quickly coat her forearm. It was a damned good thing she was blind, that cut looked awful. BUT for a blind woman, it was quite surprised that she had thrown a hand up to be honest, maybe the revealing of the false name formed an instinctive defensive barrier, and that was just the natural thing to do. OR maybe, as some say, your other senses become more heightened when you lose one, and maybe she just heard the slash of air coming towards her. That didn’t really matter now. There would be no more mistakes. It would not miss again. And it didn’t.
THE SERPENT: S’ss..[/i]
IT’s tongue flickered in an almost orgasmic sense. It felt satisfied as it stood from the mess and looked over to the ham that she had prepared neatly at the table. A little more glaze had been added to the ham since its arrival, and not the honey type. Suddenly that ham seemed more appetizing than it did before. IT sat down, craved a hunk out of the ham with its Christmas gift, and shoved the tainted piece into its mouth.
