Sirens and Condolences

Sitting in a car, its dark and cold. Flashing neon lights in the rear view mirror. "Go back just one more drink." He whispered to himself. Thoughts of what he just witnessed flash through out his memory. He turns the car back to towards the lights. "STOP! She's not worth killing myself slowly." He stops the car again to think. Just outside the front door of his favorite watering hole. "Fuck it!." He yelled and stepped out of the car and walked into the pub. "Back so soon, ey?" said the bartender. He replied with nothing other then to order another brew and a shot of his favorite poison. Sitting at the bar scareing almost as if he was paralyzed by the small television as the news caster came on. "...woman found dead in the woods. Burned severely, the body is un-identifiable at this time..." then he focused his attention to the happy couple in the booth across the room. I remember when I had that. Now she's been missing for three months and she's no where to be found.1

He paid his tab and stepped back out the doors to leave. Flashing red and blue. "Fuck!" he said under his breath. "Hi. Mr. Averest, your car is parked illegally." the officer said to him. "Well, I've had a rough night. I'm sorry officer." He tried to say drunkenly. "Sir, are you intoxicated?" the officer said concerning. "Yes sir I am. Would you mind giving me a lift home.." He said in hopes of not getting yet another DWI. The conversation went on for a little longer and he climbed in to the back of the patrol car.2

The arrived back at his little house in the back of the state park. It was nothing special just a old wooden exterior that needed a little bit of face lift. A two level house with a great view of an open feild out the back side of the upper level. Sold to him as a Two bedroom cottage, with very little work needed. Well that was all just a salesman's silver tongued words. The water lines froze during these cold months of winter.3

He stepped out of the patrol car and walked on to his porch and noticed the light was on in the living room. Which he found very picular. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a Marlboro red smashed the soft pack and through it with the rest in the corner of the porch. Lit then dug for his keys to enter his house.4

He entered the house kicked off his shoes and walked to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. He then went to investigate the reason why the light was on. No one appeared to be in this house other then his cat Icarus and his unlit joint resting in the ash tray next to his thin white lines on the coffee table. He shoved the scattered poetry off the couch after doing one of the lines on the table. He lay there for a minute in the darkness thinking about the day. Then turned on the Television remembering what he saw back at the bar.5

As the advertisements were trying to sell some poor soul something they didn't need he stood up and went in the kitchen. In the dark room next to the kitchen he saw a silhouette of a person. As he appoarched the room the silhouette seemed to take a step back for each one he took. He flicked on the light and no one was there. "What the fuck?"6

He poured himself a glass with a shot of Bailey's in it and walked back in to the living room. The news caster spoke of the weather which was of no concern to him. So he stared at the ceiling fan in thought. "I wonder what Evelyn is up too? Why'd she just disappear? What'd I..." his thought was broken by the story he was waiting for. "A woman was found burnt in the back of Amity State Park. The investigators believe it to be the missing person of Evelyn Carrington. His eyes opened wider then ever in his life in shock. "What the fuck? This can't be real. Not my Evelyn!!!" The body was found last night and assumed to be sexually assaulted and dismembered at a different location. Suspects have been pointed out by the family as to whom has done this haniss crime.7

He turned off the television. He sat there in complete and utter amazement of what he had just heard. "How can this of happened?" he repeated over and over. He did the next line of white on the table. And sat back again. "Shit!" he screamed and began to cry. Then he lay back again to ponder what was next. He then hit the bottle of Jack Daniel's next to his dingy old couch and passed out with it in hand.8

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He was abruptly awaken by pounding on his door. It was to officers one was Caucasian appeared to be about six foot even and a hundred and fifty pounds and young must of been fresh out of the academy, and the other much older mid-40's maybe, around two-hundred and fifty pounds a five eleven. The older one spoke first "Hello Mr. Averest. How are you this morning?"10

"Well I'd be better if you weren't pounding on my door at eight o'clock in the morning." He said disgruntled feeling the effects of the night before.11

"It's a quarter past eleven." Said the young cop eager to bust the first perp in his career.12

"We're here to speak with you on the terms of Evelyn Carrington's disapperence and death. Would you be willing to let us in to question you?" Said the seasoned officer.13

"Sure why not?"14

"Seems like someone needs to clean this shack up a bit, ey?" said the young officer staring at the scattered papers and empty bottles scattered about.15

"Well you know it's been awhile since I been in the mood since Evelyn's disappearance." He stated in a humorous fashion. "So what do you guys wish to talk about?"16

"We came here to ask you why you killed..."The younger cop began to speak then cut off by a glare from the other.17

"We're here to ask you some questions about your where about's on the day of her disappearance, Brandon. And if you had any idea as to who may have done this to her." The other officer said in a strong tone.18

"Well I was here writing the night she walked out on me. That's the last time I saw her. She was going to stay with her friend Jessica that night over in Saylor Lake for a few days. That's all I knew until last night when I heard about it up at the pub."19

"Well she didn't make it there that night."20

The older officer rambled on about the subject. But Brandon noticed the younger cop rummaging through papers of poetry and paintings."I'm sorry to interrupt but is it necessary for you to be pillaging my things?"21

"Sorry sir. I just found it interesting that you write." The younger officer replied22

"Well, just leave them alone. They in my form of organization."23

"If this is organized to you then you must be a scatter brain."24

"Stop what you are doing James. This is not the time to be enriching yourself with poetry." The older officer said.25

The officer turned back to Brandon to wrap up the conversation. "...we'll talk more on this later. You have a great day."26

They turned to leave then Brandon asked them to take him to his vehicle from the pub. They declined to and went on their way. He turned back towards the white ice box in the kitchen and opened a beer and walked back in the living room to write.27

"Why do I write? It's pointless now. With love ripped away." Then he went silent again other then the sound of Icarus snoring and the pencil writing on the paper he wrote:28

"Through the fog and haze29

Our minds collide at a million paces30

If tomorrow would be the past31

Would you want me to of died last?"32

He lay back down on the couch and drifted into dream. And this is what he saw projected on the inside of his eyelids. Something like a bad porno she lay there lifelessly on his bed. Blood dripping from her sockets where eyeballs should be. Breast bleeding harder with every bounce. Foggy haze of white in the air of his cigarette burning in the ash tray next to his bed. He finishes up his pleasure. She has woken up. He then injects her again with some more poison to subdue her screaming.33

Pulling her off the bed like an old blanket. And dragging her to the tub blood pour perfusly from her head. Tossing her in the bath tub as if she were a bag of trash...Suddenly he wakes up.34

"What the fuck was that?" He ran in attempt to reach the bathroom before vomiting on the floor. He rinsed his face then looked in the mirror. "What's wrong with you?" The reflection replied "WAke up. You control fate. Don't be ever so late. Turn yourself in. You know you have wronged...." He screamed back in fear,"SHUT UP!!! HOLY SHIT! I think I'm going crazy. I didn't kill Evelyn."35

Suddenly he heard something crash in the living room. He turned with haste to see what it was. And noticed young girl standing on the back of the couch. She was standing there dead. Half decomposed. Hair as thin as air and grey as an elderly woman at the local library. He stepped back to look in the mirror. There was no reflection. This isn't really he thought. Then turned back to the living room she was gone. He hesitantly walked in to the living room again.36

"What is going on?" he muttered to himself. He went back to the kitchen to make himself a mid-day meal. As he sat down to eat the phone rang. It was his friend Anthony wondering if he wanted to meet up at the bar. He accepted the invitation and hung up. He sat back down at the table but not to eat. He ran his fingers through his greasy unwashed long black hair. In amazement of what just happened. 37

He rose up ignoring his food. To answer the door for Anthony. "God damn man. You look like shit. You should really lay off the coke man." Anthony said in his usually sarcastic way of speaking.38

"Well man you know me a fucking masterpiece right?" Brandon replied in a humorous way for the first time and possibly the only time you'll see our main character in this light.39

"Well where the fuck is your car man?"40

"Still at the pub from last night. I'm sure its safer with it there."41

"That's awesome man. What happened you get so wasted the cops had to take you home again."42

"Yeah, I stayed for another couple rounds after you left last night."43

"Dude you should prolly lay off this torturing yourself mood you've been in lately. For real at least you know they found that cunt in the bushes." He stopped for a second realizing the dis trot look on Brandon's pale white face. "Dude are you alright?"44

No reply.45

"Yo, Brandon! Earth is waiting for you to come back any second now."46

"Lets not talk about that for now I'm still sober."47

"Alright at least you know where she is man. She won't be eating at you now. She only used you for your fame man. You know that. Speaking of that when are we gonna embark on our musical journey again?"48

"I have no idea. I just haven't been in the mood to write lyrics lately."49

"Alright well maybe we should just go man."50

"Hold on man you wanna smoke a joint or something before we go?"51

Anthony Eagerly accepted they sparked up and passed it around in silence for a moment. Brandon then got up and noticed a large knife on the mantle with dried blood on it. Under it was a manila post-it note that read like this:52

"My first attack, I'll put a knife against your throat53

And cut an inch for every time I lost my self-control"54

"Dude Anthony...I...I think we should leave...Now."55

They got up and left the house. Brandon hoping to leave the thought behind him.56

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They arrived back at the pub again. Brandon still trying to figure out what he had just read. "Could this of really of happened? This seems to obscene I don't get it. She left me." He said in his mind. He went over to his car to pull the ticket out from under the over-used cracked wiper blades. 58

"Hey man are you coming?" Asked Anthony from the sidewalk.59

"Yeah man...Hold on a second, Ok?" Brandon answered deeply lost in his thoughts.60

"Alright? You ok man?" Anthony asked again in concern for his dear friend.61

"Yeah...Yeah man. I think I'm gonna go I gotta do something. Sorry man I can't be here right now..."Brandon thought for a second. "I just gotta go man. I'll call you later alright?"62

"Alright man. Is everything ok? You don't look so good man."63

His words went ignored as Brandon got in the drivers seat to leave. He started the car and stared off in to the distance. With making a sigh of discontent he reversed out of the parking lot. "Where am I going?" he asked himself in disarray. Speeding towards his unknown destination. He had a feeling that he could find out what was going on with him. He need help but who? He couldn't ask anyone what the meaning in the knife was. He found out where he was going. It was the place of her burning. The place that he felt needed to be visited. But why? Why does he need to go there? Why is he being called there. 64

"SHIT!"65

A teenage form of a person in the middle of the road. Causing him to go in to a spin on the mountain roads. In the spin he got glimpse of her face. It was Evelyn! "How could it be?" He asked himself as he slammed into a cliff. He slid into a dream again. Right there in the middle of the road. "Wake up." Someone said faintly in his dream. Then a faint "Help, Help, help!" That was fading in and out. Darkness just darkness cold damp hell. The kind of place you pray that you never see. Then a faint light rose in the distance. With a silhouette of a woman asking for help. Her eyes gouged out and missing an arm. He was laying there lifelessly helplessly on the cold damp ground. "Where am I?" he asked himself "This isn't real." She approached him ever so slowly as if she were an animal stalking her prey.66

"No. This can't be happening. Who are you? Who the fuck are you?" He tried to scurry away. But he couldn't seeing he had no legs, and his arms lacerated deeply. The right one was just dangling. What happened to me? He pondered for a brief second amongst his fears. She then disappeared. Whispering "I LOVE YOU". Then the darkness crept back over the scene. The faint cries returning. But this time they were saying "Save yourself, from yourself" another faint cry said something so faint he couldn't make out what it was. He faded out into nothing.67

Bright lights and beeping in the background. His eyes began to adjust. He was safe in the hospital. Unable to move. "Am I paralyzed?" He asked Anthony who was sleeping in the chair next to his bed. No reply as to the fact that Anthony was a heavy sleeper. "Wow, I'm lost in my own thoughts. What the FUCK just happened?" He screamed at the top of his lungs. Anthony arose from his sleep for a second. Then placed his face promptly back in his hands.68

"SHITT!!!"69

He heard it from the doorway. In rushed several nurses frantic and frightened about something.70

"Morphine! We need more morphine!"71

What are they talking about? What the fuck do they need morphine for? What's goi... He was stopped mid-thought. He glanced over at Anthony who was now awake. He stood there stunned broken in thought. What's wrong? What happ... Stopped again mid-thought this time from shear and utter pain. Sharp and strong pain in the back of his neck. Morphine flowing and mixing through his spinal fluid. And out he went once again. Cold, dark, subtle.72

"Back so soon?"73

"Who's there? Why is this happening to me?" He replied to the demonic voice.74

"You been here before. You are here to figure out what happened. How it happened?"75

"What the fuck are talking about? Can I leave? I don't know how to do this. I don't have any idea of what you are talking about. What am I figuring out?"76

"A lost soul is lost. But a thoughtful soul seeks help in desperation. You must walk with the soul that you cased out of this world."77

"Who the fuck are?" He finally bursted out in anger. But not just the average anger. It was the anger driven by fear. You know the kind you get in the back of your head. "Where the fuck are you?"78

No reply from the voice this time.79

"Where are you?"80

No more thoughts. Just blank desolate darkness. He found peace again. Sleep.81

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