It Fails Me Again (294 hits)
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Submitted by AlahAckbar (View user info) at 2004-09-23 22:04:43 EDT
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He wasn't a big man on campus. Very few people knew his name. He kept to himself during his courses. He had an apartment just off campus, no dorm room, no roommates. His neighbors, who barely knew he existed, never heard any loud music, never heard a TV, never heard a phone ring.
His brown hair was always hidden by a hat, and if you could catch him without sunglasses on, you would see that his eyes were brighter then you would expect, with a hint of green in the sea of blue. His clothes, off the shelf Wal-Mart purchases, hid his 5 foot 6 inch, 180 pound frame in their baggy confines. His leather shoes were never found to be dirty, and always had the look of being freshly polished.
He sat in the back of his classes, his back to a corner. He carried with him only what he needed: a pen, a pencil, a note book, a binder, and the book for the class. Things most often associated with higher learning, such as laptop computers, handheld tape recorders, and the like, were items that he seemed not to own, let alone be aware off.
No one knew him, let alone knew he existed. He was a ghost in the halls, walking alone, carrying little. He watched them. He walks to his dorm, quietly climbing the stairs, slips his key into the lock. Ignoring his neighbor, as he had for the past 3 months. She long ago learned to not bother with a greeting. He enters the small apartment.
He looks out his window, watching the people below. His eye is caught by a beautiful young woman, her pert breasts bouncing slightly while she walked, her red hair flowing to her shoulders. He allows his gaze to drift downwards, to where her neon green thong shows above her low cut jeans.
It was unfortunate: it was not her fault she had become a whore. Her parents, most certainly, were to blame.
He walks out of the apartment, quickly going down the stairs.. Girls such as this were predictable. He turns the corner at the bottom of the stairs, and walks directly into her, as if he hadn't seen her. Her books fall out of her hands, crashing to the ground.
"Oh! I'm sorry!" He bends over to help her pick them up. Written on the cover of one of her binders are the words "Blink 182" written almost obsessively. Probably only 18, just out of high school. Not even an adult, only a child. How many men had their way with her, how many men had caused her to scream out in primal joy? How many men had filled her with their seed?
"Jesus Christ! Watch where your going, goddamn it!" She bends down to pick up the books.
"I'm sorry, It's my fault. I was just on my way to get the new Blink Album, and I was thinking about that one song, you know....Oh what's the name? It's just so.....sad, and yet so....happy...you know? I dunno...It's stupid. You probably don't even know who Blink is..."
"I love Blink 182...They're so....."
"Deep!" they both say.
She laughs, gazing into his eyes.
A simple lie, and she was his.
Three hours later, he sits at the end of the bed smoking a cigarette, caressing her leg. She had performed well, her body taking him easily. Just as he suspected, she was a slut, allowing him to have his way with her within a few hours of meeting. As far as that goes, she was good, very good. Few had done better. She must have had a lot of experience, he thought, the way she took him so readily, the way she spread so eagerly for him. She swallowed his cock like no one had before, slurping and gagging a little as her chin touched his balls. She rode him, her perfect tits bouncing as she slammed his cock into her. She took it from behind, begging for more: for him to fuck her harder, for him to fuck her deeper. She was quite an amazing fuck, he realized, as he sat and looked at her.
She lay on the bed, covered in sweat and blood. The knife stuck from her chest, driven to the hilt directly through the breastbone. She died not 5 minutes ago. She was still warm. Soon he would have to cut her up, skinning the flesh from her bones. He would then force her flesh through his garbage disposal, and carry the bones out with him in his gym bag in the morning.
He looked at her body, and thought to himself "Yes, humanity failed you, my dear, just as it fails me again. Your spirit is free now. Go be with the lord."
He looked at her naked form, the curve of her breasts, the dip of her stomach, the small, red haired triangle at the apex of her legs. He reaches over, wrenching the knife from her chest. Her spirit gone, he is free to do with the body what he pleased.
He slides into her again, watching her breasts shake as the blood seeps into the sheets around them.
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