One Mad Man
It was a rather dark night, seeing as clouds blocked the light of the moon, as a man jogged through the
park. The jogger stopped under a lamppost in the park to tie his shoe.
“Damn, already 9:52? I need to get home.” He said, after he stood and looked at his watch. Just as he was about to
take off again a dark figure appeared behind him, silent as a ghost the figure grabbed him, placing a cloth over his
mouth and nose. The man tried to scream, to kick, to get away, but to no avail. He slowly slipped into a slumber
thinking, “Why me?”
He awoke hours later, dazed. He glanced about the room he was now in.
“What in the hell...?” he asked himself as he tried to move. He was strapped to a cold, metal table, nothing but
his pants on, and he seemed to be in some freaky lab-basement.
“Oh... You’re awake... Finally.” A voice emerged from the darkness surrounding the man.
“Who’s there!? Why am I here!? What do you want!?” The man began to panic, not knowing where the voice was coming
from, but knowing he was not alone.
“All in due time Jeremy...” The voice rang out, a figure emerging from the darkness.
“How do you know my name!?” Jeremy’s panic increased.
“You learn a lot from a driver’s license in a person’s wallet.” The shadowy figure snickered.
“Who are you!? What do you want from me!?” Jeremy seemed to be demanding answers.
“Me? Well... I’m the shadow in your step Jeremy.”
“What is that supposed to mean!?”
“Well, it means, dear Jeremy, that I am you... Or rather, will be.”
“Yes, Jeremy, I will become you, but first... I’ll need your soul.” Jeremy’s eyes grew wide, he began to
struggle violently, but this accomplished nothing.
“That’s not going to work Jeremy... You can’t escape... This is destiny Jeremy, accept it.” The dark figure
grew as he advanced on Jeremy, finally stepping into the small light overhead. The figure was wearing jeans, a black
hoodie with the hood up, and a white, full face mask.
“Well then, no time like the present right?” The masked man let out a sadistic laugh, pulling a knife from his
hoodie pocket. He quickly sliced at Jeremy’s arm. Jeremy let out an agonizing scream.
“Now we can’t have any of that Jeremy, what would the neighbors think?” The masked man took the knife and swiftly
made a slit directly under Jeremy’s chin, making the blood run down his neck to his chest. As Jeremy felt his warm
blood slide down his throat, he thought that this was it, that this was the end, but it wasn’t. Just as Jeremy
accepted his death, the masked man laughed again. “No Jeremy, it’s not over yet, I just slit you vocal chords to
keep you quiet.” Jeremy tried to talk, but it was only a quiet gurgle. The psychopath began slitting Jeremy all over
his body, down his arms, across his chest, on his face, everywhere that the skin hadn’t already been cut.
It took an hour for Jeremy to bleed to death.
“It is done...” The sadistic killer panted and stood over the lifeless body of Jeremy.
“Why... Why am I not changing? Did I do it wrong?” The blood drenched killer went into a fit of rage, throwing
things, hitting things, lashing out and screaming in anger.
“No, no, no!”
A week went on and the killer did nothing, but when the full moon arrived, he was sitting in hiding at the same park,
watching a girl call for her lost dog.
“Yes, this time it’ll work.” He reassured himself.
“Scruffy? Scruffy!? Where are you?” The girl called out into the park. Her cell phone began to ring inside her
purse; she dug around a bit, finally pulling it out and answering it.
“Steve? Did you find him?” She gave a sigh of relief, “Oh thank god... Alright, I’ll be home in a bit, love
you, bye.” She hung up the phone and put it back in her purse. A split second later she was grabbed from behind, a
cloth covering her mouth and nose. She knew what to do and took action, she elbowed her attacker in the stomach,
releasing his grip on her. She quickly whipped around to see a man in jeans, a hoodie and a full faced, white mask. She
withdrew a pistol from her purse, aiming for his chest and releasing three bullets into it. He touched the fresh wounds
that the bullets had created and raised his hand to see the blood.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen.” He mumbled to himself, dropping to the ground. The girl took two slow steps
back, then turned and ran. The man lay on the ground, his breaths becoming shallower with every intake of air. He
removed his mask, laying it next to him on the ground. He stared up at the moon.
“This isn’t the end... Only a new beginning.” He released a final breath, a smile on his lips as his body slowly
turned into ashes and blew away into the nights wind.