Take the Low Road (320 hits)
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Submitted by PMJ <potatomanjack79.at.yahoo.com> (View user info) at 2005-07-22 16:46:00 EDT
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The tongue left a warm trail of saliva on Sandra's face as it slid from under the left side of her chin, and up to her temple. As the offending appendage lifted from her skin, and the mouth pulled away, a final hot breath escaped and wafted past her ear, where it caused the fake gold hoop to shiver for an instant. The humid vapor then traveled down her face, to the point where her rapid breathing caused it to be pulled in through her nostrils, revealing the acrid nature of its stench. The foul smell caused Sandra to recoil. In doing so, her eyes lifted and caused her to catch an unwanted glimpse of her captors face.
The eyes were most terrible part of the nightmarish visage that she saw. They reminded her of a cat, in how the pupil was elongated on a vertical axis. But unlike a cat, the iris of these eyes was blood red, and surrounded by a murky yellow that covered the remaining eyeball's tissue.
The face that held the eyes further revolted Sandra. It was a mottled pink like the underbelly flesh of a pregnant boar and blotched with pockets of open sores, one of which was filled with a colony of feasting maggots.
She closed her eyes quickly, fearing that another look would cause her loose the contents of her stomach.
Sandra was sweating now, even though she was sitting and deathly cold. She would have loved to have risen and ran, but the nylon rope that bound her wrists and ankles to the metal chair kept her well restrained. All she could do was hope. Hope that somehow this was a dream. Hope that a knight in shining armor would come to her rescue.
This was the real world though, Sandra thought to herself, or at least that was what she had believed only a few hours ago.
*****
Sandra had never been happier. Luke was a fantastic man. They had been dating for almost 6 months, and whenever she was with him, she felt as if she was on top of the world. When Luke had asked her if she had any plans for the coming long weekend, she was excited to be able to say no. When Luke had then proposed the idea of a road trip to Franklin Falls and a couple of nights at a cozy B&B, it had taken her a whole of two seconds to say yes.
As the work week wound its way down, Sandra had found it harder and harder to focus on her job. Instead, she constantly found herself thinking about the coming trip. Her mind wandered from what the falls would be like, to the room at the B&B, and even to which piece of lingerie she would bring to spring on Luke after they had retired for the evening.
When Friday afternoon finally rolled around, Sandra was practically bouncing off the walls in anticipation. When she left for the day, she was in such a hurry that she didn't even bother to say goodbye to her co-workers, a habit which she was usually emphatic about completing.
Upon arriving home, she found Luke already waiting for her, with his navy blue Explorer parked in front of her apartment's door. Sandra gave him a big kiss on the lips, ran up the stairs to grab her bag, and was back down and sitting in the passenger seat of Luke's truck within minutes. As Luke turned the key and put the truck into drive, Sandra gave a squeal of delight in tune with the roar of the engine.
The large American made SUV made its way first onto the secondary highway, and then onto the interstate to the music of Guns & Roses blaring from the in dash CD player. Sandra found herself bobbing her head along to the music, and laughing along with Luke as the large buildings melted first into suburban houses, and then into farmsteads while the patented Slash guitar echoed throughout the vehicle.
Before Sandra even realized how long they had been driving, the second of the double album greatest hits was over, and urban sprawl had been replaced by a lush deciduous forest. The sun had also lowered in the sky, and although it was still visible above the tall oak and birch trees, a shadow was now being cast over most of the road.
As Sandra began to ask Luke for the third time about the name of the B&B (having twice been thwarted with responses of "It's a surprise"), he interrupted her with a gesture towards an oncoming road sign.
"Take a look at that!" He said optimistically "The sign says that there's a scenic road that starts in half a mile. Do you want to take it?"
Sandra considered for a moment, and although her usually dominant cautious side told her that they'd get lost, the boyish look of excitement in Luke's eyes got the better of her.
"Sure, let's go!" she stated, and followed with "It'll be an adventure!"
Luke then looked over at her, having picked up the hesitation before her answer. "Are you sure?" he questioned.
"Absolutely" Sandra smiled reassuringly, and then in an attempt to further prove her desire to take the road began to sing the only verse she knew of Bonnie Lamond's classic ballad, Scottish accent and all "Ye'll take the high road, and I'll take the low road, and I'll be in Scotland afore thee."
To this Luke smiled, and as the exit approached, slowed the speed of his truck. When the exit was right upon them, he cranked the wheel of his Explorer, and the large vehicle plowed onto the sharply curving off ramp, and into woods via a two lane paved path.
*****
Two hours later, Sandra found herself running through the thick of the North American wilderness. She had no direction and no plan. She was operating solely on a survival instinct that told her to run.
Her heart was hammering in her chest, partially due to blood that was not rocketing through her system as her arteries tried desperately to get oxygen to the pumping muscles. The other reason behind the screaming in her chest was the terror that had filled her entire being.
And so she ran.
Sandra ran like she had when she was a child, and the exhilaration of the wind whipping past her ears kept her legs churning. Except now, her adrenaline was being supplied by the fear of death, as opposed to the excitement of a child.
Slowly, as the ache in her muscles grew, she began to slow. Her legs were burning, and could no longer continue their fevered pace. Little by little, her quadriceps slowed, until she was moving at barely more than a walk. Finally, she halted completely and tried to catch her breath. As she breathed in the cool crisp air, she looked around and took in her surroundings.
It was dusk, and the already minimal light was rapidly disappearing. She could see no more than twenty feet in any direction, not that it mattered, as every direction looked the same.
Her head fell, and tears splashed onto her hands as she brought them up to her face. She then began to sob; quietly though, as her survival instinct would not allow her to make too much noise.
Finally, she raised her head.
Her eyes open, just in time to see a dark fist crash into the centre of her face.
All went dark.
*****
The creature let out a moan of pleasure, at which Sandra shuttered. She would have given anything not to have the thought form in her mind, but the idea that whatever was holding her captive had enjoyed its taste still entered her thoughts. She wished she had a free hand to rub the pungent saliva from her cheek.
Sandra kept her head down, in order to avoid having to see that face of the thing again. As she stared at the floor, the green claws sticking out through the torn fabric of a pair of Nike's came into the right side of her field of vision. The creature was circling to her front.
Sandra tried to force herself to keep her head and eyes down, but as if drawn by a magnet, her gaze began to rise. First, her eyes fell onto the cargo pants that the creature wore. Through the rips, she could see more of the sickeningly pink flesh, and the occasional pus dripping sore.
Further, her eyes moved up the body in front of her. Past the waist of the beast they continued, and onto the crimson shirt that covered its torso. It was only when her stare fell upon and recognized the crocodile emblem on the article of the clothing that her mind started to put things together.
"You..." she whispered in a trembling voice "You killed Luke."
The creature hissed at the accusation and began to approach her.
Using all of the courage she could muster, Sandra lifter her head, and brought her eyes up to meet those of the foul being.
"You're wearing his favorite shirt... you twisted fuck..." she spat out.
At this, the thing lunged forward bringing its dreadful face to within inches of hers. It took a deep breath, and exhaled a steaming breath of putrid vapor. It then smiled, to reveal a row of black razor like teeth.
Then, the beast offered in a phlegm laden voice "The sign says that there's a scenic road that starts in half a mile."
As the words reached her ears, and the horror sunk in, Sandra's eyes opened to the size of saucers in disbelief. As response, the creature advanced further in a one fluid hop, so that it was now straddling Sandra where she sat.
"You're not the first that I've brought to my humble abode, nor will you be the last. You all love the blond hair, the sensitivity, the country boy attitude... You make it sooooo easy."
A tear came to Sandra's eye as her mind raced over the things she we never get to do. The wedding she would never have. The children she would never raise.
She stared up at the thing in front of her, a world of emotions spinning in her head.
The mouth slowly opened wide, and a hideous chuckle escaped from it. Then teeth came slashing down.
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