Jinxed Ch. 4- UPDATED

Chapter 4- Rigor Mortis1

The sun ascended gleefully, kindling the township from a satisfactory forty winks. Children adorably yawned and teens flicked off the earsplitting, merry songbirds.2

Two children playing archaeologist were excavating through a neglected dumpster with their parents’ toothbrushes. They had uncovered a couple glass bottles, a steering wheel and couple of grubby pennies. Blissfully, they were achieving the jackpot today.3

“Cool… come over here William!” the juvenile adventurer called to the additional youth.4

“What do you want?” Baby blue eyes peeked over an encrusted, corroded garbage container. “Can’t you see I’m working?” he replied, exasperated.5

“I got a gold doubloon! Come here and take a look at this!”6

Will peevishly staggered over and discovered the new explorer squatting over a grimy bronze coin.7

“It says somethin’. But it’s in a different language. And I feel sick when I hold it.”8

“Shut it. You’re such a baby. Gimme that coin. A second grader shouldn’t be handling such remarkable things.” Will snatched it from the other boy’s hands. Situating it up to the bursting sunlight he announced, “I'm a genius. People will remember me here. I am going to have my name in the newspaper someday.”9

“Hey! I found it!” the other tot nasally whined.10

“Shut it you. All I need to do is read this inscription and I will be famous. Famous I tell you, famous!”11

He instigated his work at once, frantically scrubbing with his currently damaged toothbrush. Sweat beaded on his brow as the blistering, searing sun pounded his back into a burning scarlet appearance. Finally, the grime was acceptably cleansed off and the inscrutable coin was revealed to the world. An engraving of an astonishing girl graced the surface. The coin was bigger then a quarter and had a great deal of design. Flipping it over, a piercing upside-down pentagram hovered with an anomalous serpent breathing, surrounding the poisonous points of this immoral star in a cursed sphere. A solitary word remained engraved around the perimeter. A word modestly inscribed… “Massacre.”12

The naïve child held the frightening coin in his hand until he perceived a smoldering consciousness. Chucking it to the terrain he nurtured his wounded hand. In spite of the sadistic burn, he collected it again and examined the inscription on the reverse side behind the seductress, not observing the menacing, sinister clouds choking the intense sun and transmitting a silhouette of obscurity.13

“Ab initio ante bellum carpe diem de profundis rara avis status quo ante ad infintium.”14

With each word his soul expired and a demon appeared. His eyes blazed crimson with the mounting supremacy within him. His eyes burned blood with the responsibility and wrath of true human evil. What had begun as stuttered Latin became a prevailing enchantment to invoke the malevolence in humans and demons alike. What started as a flawless amusement concluded to be the Beginning of the end. A thunderbolt struck his insignificant friend lifeless and amidst the flaming wreckage of childhood and heaven, he paused conceitedly for no longer was he an innocent cherub. He was divinity. The blood-red perceptiveness of this child reborn corresponded with the combustion battering his body. He welcomed the rage and held the intensity of flames in his hands. He held the authorization of everything in his minuscule hands, and created a laugh, a childish laugh that devastated confidence for mankind. Only one lone object survived in his pursuit for domination; her name is Eternity. His untamed mane of curls danced in the unstoppable gusts of wind.15

“Call me Master,” he snarled to the brainless, credulous mankind.16

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Picking up the newspaper precisely when nighttime devoured the luminous daylight, Jinx began his night.18

Picking up the newspaper precisely when nighttime devoured the luminous daylight, Jinx began his night.19

Child Killed in Freak Storm, Friend Lives20

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When seven-year-old Timothy Jordan did not come home from a playful day with his friend William Middlesteadt, Jordan’s parents became worried and called the Middlesteadt household. After Middlesteadt’s parents confirmed nine-year-old William had been fast asleep for the past 3 hours, the Jordans called the police.22

A four-hour search found a child’s body charred beyond recognition in a dirty dump lot. The area around the boy’s body showed signs of a lightning strike. 23

Police are questioning William Middlesteadt about the events that occurred in the garbage dump. The boy has shown signs of trauma. However, the police department sees no signs of foul play and has deemed Timothy Jordan died of natural causes.24

See next page for funeral information25

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“Eternity,” his eyes were wide as a screaming victims. “She’s not ready yet.”27

“What were you saying my dear?” wondered Eternity, sliding beside his side and clinging like a babe on her mother.28

“Nothing child. Hungry?”29

“Ravenous.” A bashful smile proudly displayed a number of kitten fangs, ready to devastate another existence.30

“Come darling. We shall feast.” Holding his hand out to his princess, they waltzed to the exit. Their treacherous grins sensed for miles around.31