Tendencies | zsart

A sigh escapes from the 25 year old man walking out of the liquor store, opening the whisky and takes a big swig of it and slightly coughs. He walked back to his apartment and opened the door, locking it after he was inside and the door was shut. Throwing the keys at a mirror, shattering the glass.

He laid on his bed and drank. He drank, and drank, and drank. He drank till there was no more to drink. His arm fell a little off the bed and dropped the whisky bottle. Falling into a drunken slumber.

He awoke at the sound of his phone ringing, he groaned as he laid there. Waiting for it to stop ringing. After a series of ringing, a voice came. “ Johnny? Please answer. I just want to know if you are okay...Its been a while since we've talked............please pi” It instantly stopped as he unplugged the answering machine and opened a window to the alley. Wincing at the sun and threw the machine out the window.

Closing the window, he trips and slams down onto the wood flooring. Johnny tries to get up instantly but then stumbles and falls again. This time he waited a good minute before even thinking about getting up, but he doesn’t. He just lays there. Alone. Broken. Thinking.

He thought of his life. His love. His family. His Love. His Love. Not his love. She wasn’t his anymore. She cheated on him. He thought about that because as much as he could replay it in his mind, he couldn’t believe it. He thought again about how maybe he could get her back. His life was hell with out her. He needed her.

Finally, he got up. He only got up because it was time to feed his dogs. He had 2. Never named them. Didn’t know what kind of breed, he only knew that they gave him company. He poured them both food from one of the bags of dog food. He could seem to do anything right so having his dogs there helped to ease his mind.

Johnny knew he had to get closure. He grabbed his jacket and grabbed his keys from the heap of broken mirror shards and left.

Driving to his “love's” house, he thought about how good this might end. He thought about how bad it might go. He though about a lot. As he was driving and thinking, visions popped into his mid from last nights nightmare. There was blood on his hands, he was being choked, by hands. No. Not hands, by a rope. He then realized that he was on a cross.

Johnny was snapped out of it as someone behind him was honing at him to go. The light was green, he stepped on the gas, his cadillac went forward. After a few more intersections. He got to her apartment. Johnny got out and pressed her button. Nothing.

He did this several times, getting the same result each time. But then as he was about to give up, a man came out, John grabbed the door and went in. Walked up to her door, it was slightly open. He let himself in. He heard muffled noises. He heard banging. He suddenly became sick, but he dealt with it. He waked toward the noises and opened the door that was shut.

There she was, on her hands and knees with that bastard behind her, pounding away. Johnny grabbed the bat that was leaning against the wall, and slammed it against the other guy's head. He fell off the bed in pain and she started to scream but then Johnny covered her mouth. “Shut the hell up.” He looked at her. “ I know you have duct tape. Where is it?” He took his hand off of her mouth and waited. “Yits in my cabinet right there.”

Johnny grabbed her as he walked over the asshole on the floor and grabbed the tape. He then threw her on the bed, Taping up her mouth, hands and feet. He did the same to the guy on the floor. He had a plan now. He was going to make them wish that they never met.

Her road isn’t busy and there isn’t anyone outside. He picked up the guy and carried him outside, quickly opening the trunk and put him in. He went back inside. Before when he was inside, he grabbed her keys. He went to her room, picked up her and ran, putting her in his backseat, covering her up with some blankets that were in the back.

He drove back to his home, grabbing his gun, and both dogs. He put them in the front with him. Johnny drove to an area that was abandoned, far away from civilization. Grabbing the dogs, leashing them to his car. Then he pulled her out. Pushing her against a wall and pointed the gun at her. He frowned as he looked at her. He pulled the trigger.

As the body fell over, Johnny grabbed her feet before it hit the ground. The dogs behind him barked. Within a second, Johnny picked up the lifeless body and threw her to the dogs. He smirked as he watched them devour her. “Well good bye my love!” he said to himself. “But what about the shells and blood?” His mind asked back, as Johnny looked down at the spot where she stood before he shot her. He looked up. “The rain will wash the blood away.” He looked down and picked up the shells. “Damn, I really AM a bad shot.” Only one hit her, there were four shells. Putting them in his pants pocket, Johnny walked back to the Cadillac parked behind the dogs.

Going around to the trunk, opening it, and looking into the face of his next victim. Laughing as he looks into the fearful eyes, pulling him out, and slams the trunk shut. Putting the gun to his back, Johnny started to walk forward. As they passed the dogs, one of them bit his thigh. The tape made his yell sound like a muffled cry. Johnny laughed again as he petted the dogs head, pressing a sensitive spot on its neck, making the dogs jaw open. He dragged the man over to the wall, aimed and pulled the trigger.

Miss. The man shook with fear, and gave pleading inaudible cries. Johnny sighed as he looked down at the gun and pulled the hammer back, looking back at him and aimed at where his head would be located. His hand shook as he fired again. Another miss. He turned the gun around, grabbing the barrel and walked up to him, clubbing him right against his right temple.

The man fell into the puddle of blood. Thats when Johnny realized that the mans neck was slit. He looked around and saw a figure coming out of the darkness.