Out Ta Get Me (Opening)

The moon was rising by the time Bill came back to this world again.  He was laying on the cold pavement behind the supermarket staring up at the stars.  He coughed and sat up, scratching himself.1

He listened closely as he darted his eyes around.  After a minute, he let out a sigh of relief.  2

"He's not here. Oh God, he's gone," he said aloud.  He slid his hand through his black spikey hair and a smile crossed his face.3

He slowly picked himself up off the ground and brushed himself off.  He walked over to the corner of the brick building.  He leaned against the building for support, unzipped his pants, whiped it out, and took a piss.  4

After about three minutes he stuffed his manhood back in his pants and zipped them.  He glanced up at the giant clock attatched to the bell tower.5

2:36am.  The darkness was still young.  6

He rubbed his face and exited the alley.  The stars all shown so beautifully in the sky and the moon smiled down on him.  He felt so free tonight.  He walked five blocks without seeing anybody, but that was because he was in the good part of town.  He smiled at the houses where the good people of the city slept, their dreams must be so peaceful.  Life really wasn't all that bad.7

Then, suddenly, it all came crashing back down on him.8

"They're so innocent, aren't they William?" the voice snickered.9

Bill's eyes grew huge and he automatically started trembling, first in his hands and then his whole body.  He darted his eyes manically until he saw the tall, shadowed figure standing behind him.  He spun around but no one was there.  His heart raced as he searched the area with his buldging eyes for him.  His mind was running in circles and his tremors became more violent.  He looked straight ahead and there the figure was, standing inches from his face.10

Bill screamed and stumbled backwards.11

"You thought I was gone for good?" the figure smiled, his grin widening with pleasure, "You know better.  You can never leave me."12

"What the hell do you want?" Bill choked out as he dropped to his knees and clutched his head in his hands.13

The figure just stood there for a minute, checking his watch, and pulling a cigarette from his pin-striped suit jacket.  He seemed almost bored with his pathetic little flunkie as he lit the cig with his zippo lighter.  14

"What do you want?" Bill asked again, this time a bit calmer, but still clutching his head.15

The figure looked down at him as he blew the smoke out of his mouth, "Those little unsuspecting people in that house.  Oh, how they sleep so soundly," he ginned, "They'll never even suspect it."16

"Suspect what?" Bill stuttered.17

The figure flicked his ashes at him.  Bill flinched at put his hands up to shield himself, but felt nothing.18

"SUSPECT WHAT?" Bill asked again in a panic-stricken voice as tears formed in his closed trembling eyes.19

"When you kill them," the voice answered.   He took a long drag on his cigarette.20

"I'm not gonna kill them..." Bill argued, although he wasn't exactly sure what he was going to do.21

"Yes you are," the figure stated, "Their blood will be your wine.  Thier treasures, your paradise."22

"No," Bill stammered as he stood up on his shaking legs, "NO!" he screamed as his legs began sprinting frantically down the sidewalk,"NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!"23

He stumbled and fell onto the ground, smashing his face off the sidewalk.  He could hear the footsteps pounding in his head.  He was coming after him, he was going to get him.  Bill tried to pull himself up but he couldn't. 24

The footsteps came closer and closer and every step cntinued to pound in his head.  Closer.  Closer. Closer. CLOSER.25

Finally, Bill couldn't take it and he sprang to his feet and lit out into an alley.  26

Panting, he searched his pockets wildly for his cocaine.  It was supposed to be for someone else, to get some cash, but they didn't need it now.  He needed it.  That was the only way to get rid of HIM. 27

He found the bag of coke and opened it.  Not even caring how much he took, he stuck his nose into the pile and inhaled.28

He took his nose out of the bag, stuffed it back in his jacket and stumbled back against the wall.  His head was spinning but the footsteps had ceased.  He leaned his head back and sighed as everything went fuzzy.29