Heart of the Insane Silence @ Chap 2

Chapter Two: Ass Kicking Time1

The night sky is nothing more than a black blanket that stretches for miles in every direction, covering clouds as it goes. The pollution from the city has dimmed the stars and hidden the moon. All is silent in the dark abyss, but beneath it, the city is alive with prey. 2

Dusk had set hours ago, but city life refuses to sleep. A little thing like night wasn't going to stop the parties, gambling, and drinking. I walked down a slightly less busy street than the main one, watching as one angry bartender threw out a heavily intoxicated gambler. The owner came out and yelled at the loser for a bit, then went back inside with a huff.3

I watched boredly as the man staggered to his feet, cursing all the way. It was pitiful to watch this disgusting creature try to walk. A newborn could do it better than this drunk. He wobbled and fell more than he actually moved his feet. Finally, after about two blocks up the road, the man rammed headfirst into a pole and fell to the ground, unconscious. 4

Cautiously, I kicked him in the shoulder to make sure he was not just lying there, too lazy to get up. He groaned, but did not open his eyes.5

Shrugging mentally to myself, I grabbed him by his shirt collar and dragged him into an empty alley. I don't usually drink from someone who has so much alcohol in his system, but tonight I am thirsty and impatient. Two weeks with no blood can do that to someone like me.6

Removing the man's shirt so that nothing is in the way of his neck, I bend down and take my fill. The sweet liquid pours into my mouth like rain, increasing my hunger for it, but also sating it as well. The blood is a little stale, but I have been pining for it for so long that I barely even notice the taste. I am so lost in the pleasure of the red liquid that feeds my starving body that it is not until the man slumps against me that I release my fangs from his throat. 7

The drunk is whiter than white chalk when I gaze at him. The lack of blood has caused his veins to look like bright blue lines on the pale skin. His eyes are closed, and I know that he has slipped into death. 8

I stare at my victim for quite some time, wondering what I should do with it. This is not the first time that my prey has died but alas, something is going wrong. Usually, I would leave, the body would become discovered, and I would read about the ‘strange death’ in the magazines with the headlines ‘Aliens have landed!’ on it. Lately, however, someone or something has been taking my dead and hiding it from the morals. Why?  9

Just as I decided to stick around and see who this messing-with-my-dead person was, a scream and the sound of barking dogs broke the night. I knew whom that scream belonged too and I cursed as I took off my leather jacket.10

Black, tough, waterproof giant-bat wings forced their way out where my shoulder blades were. A harsh snarl passed my lips as each twelve-foot wing cut its path towards the sky, through bone and muscle. The pain was intense, but passed quickly. I shook the blood off my wings and jumped up, letting the air sail me towards my destination. 11

The shouts of a distressed female, laughter of her tormentors, and the angry barks of dogs, caused me to perch on a rooftop and look down. There stood Kaylie, the only one left of the demons that twisted my life forever. She was fourteen years old and already her true nature was showing.12

Even as I watched, she sent a flying kick into one boy’s face, head butted a different one, and smashed her fist into another boy’s stomach. It was quite amusing to watch. She was like lightning, striking in, pulling back, and striking again. Then suddenly one of the dogs snapped his jaws around her wrist and dragged her to the ground.13

I could smell the blood running down her wrist and sensed her venerability. So could the boys because they went into action. The dark, wavy haired one grabbed Kaylie by the arms, holding her in place. The brown-skinned one ripped her top straight down the middle, and the blonde-haired person slapped her across the face. All three boys grinned evilly as they saw the redness of her cheek being to turn into bruises.14

“Whatcha gonna do now, bitch?” The brown-skinned asked. He was smirking and staring at her heaving breasts as if visioning some sick fantasy. I wondered if I should play the hero and swoop down like batman to save the virgin. Maybe later…the demon-seed looked like she wanted to fight anyhow.15

“Kick your ass,” answered Kaylie with a hungry, insane grin on her face. The boys paused for a moment and that was all she needed.16

“OUCH!” screamed the brown-skinned as Kaylie kicked him in the balls. He went down on his knees, but the little demon-seed had already knocked out the blonde dude before the brown’s knees touched the ground. All that remained was wavy hair dude, who mysteriously was still clutching Kaylie’s wrists. He was a moron in his prime. 17

“Do you want some of me?” purred Kaylie, looking behind her to see the kid’s face before she pummeled him.18

The boy gulped and I could smell his sweat from up here. I wondered who was more disgusting, this boy or the dead drunk. It was just too complicated to figure out.19

Suddenly a gunshot thundered through the air and a shotgun bullet gazed Kaylie’s cheek, hitting the boy right between the eyes. His head exploded, bathing Kaylie with blood, brain parts, and pieces of the skull. Kaylie screamed a scream of pure terror and fell to the ground. Guns and bullets scared her more then anything else on this planet. 20

Standing up, I watched the dogs run away with their tails between their legs and prepared to swoop down and pull a hero stunt, but a woman running into the scene, shouting like a banshee, interrupted me.21

“Katherine! Katherine Morgan! Katherine, please tell me you’re all right.” The woman cried dropping down onto her knees in the blood soaked pavement next to Kaylie’s frozen body.22

Kaylie cautiously lifted up her head to look into her adopted mother’s eyes. Grateful tears slid down Anne Marie’s face as she realized that her daughter was all right. 23

“Let’s go home,” sighed Anne Marie, helping Kaylie up. Together the two women walked to their apartment, two blocks down, somewhat happy.24

I was far from happy though…and this crazy woman, who shot the wavy haired dude in the head, standing next to me on the roof, wasn't helping matters either.25