There once was someone, a person, just like you and me, normal and upstanding. Chivalrous and a true gentleman. Coat over the puddle for the ladies, all those things. Intelligent, polite, and successful. I swear this one going to be the man that made the world his own.
But he had one thing holding him back . . .
He was there, in the sunlight, taping away at his laptop in the cool summer breeze of the park. So wrapped up in his work, that the noise of the children playing was nothing more than background noise. Yeah, he could hear the birds whistling and singing, the honk or horns and shouting of cursing from the drivers passing by. But all that was tuned out to the hum of his laptop and the clack of the keys. For him, work was all there was. It was all he needed. His intelligence and fortitude had taken him this far, and he did it all by himself.
He took a moment to look up from his laptop, to pop his knuckles and roll his neck around to loosen the tension. As he stared blankly out into the park trying to refocus his eyes from staring at the computer screen for so long. As his eyes started to come back in focus, he saw another man sitting aways from him on a bench much like the one that he was sitting on. There was nothing all that particular about him. A pretty non-descript man, just your average Joe. But there was something different about him. But then again, maybe not. Well back to work.
After much tapping and much research, he had finally finished his work on his laptop. He closed his laptop and looked up at the clear blue sky. He always did like doing what work that he could outside here in the park. It was such an escape from the office. It was a nice retreat. He looked over again at the bench to see if that man was still there. And there he was, looked as though he hadn't moved an inch. It seemed a bit odd, so he decided that he would go over and talk to the man.
He walked towards the man who still seemed to just sit there, watching the kids play on the playground and in the sandboxes. As he approached the bench he called out to the man, greeting him. The man said nothing. So he continued to walk closer and sat down on the bench next to the man, extending his hand and telling him his name was Bruce. The man ignored his greeting. Bruce once again greeted him, asking if he was okay. The man slowly turned his head and looked at Bruce. Bruce could tell that there was something wrong with this man. It wasn't like he was disfigured, but there was just something about him, the expression on his face, and the way that he looked at Bruce, that got him to thinking that his man was not on the level. The man simply told Bruce that his name was Lester, and turned to watching the children play again. Bruce shook it off, got up and told the man goodbye and started to head to his car.
Well the next day he decided to go back to the park. For some reason that man, Lester, had gotten him wondering. He couldn't really place why, it was just some kind of creepy feeling that he had about him.
Well when he got there, he noticed that there he was, still sitting on the same bench, watching the kids play, as if he had never moved. Like he had been there all night in that same position, on that same bench. It was unreal. It was like he was waiting for something really "Stephen King" to happen. Like the dude with the axe was going to come jumping out from behind a tree, and Ala The Simpsons, say in a really deep voice; "This is indeed a very disturbing world." But then that might just be the double bourbon and coke that he had with lunch, despite that his doctor has told him about drinking too much.
Anyways, he continued to walk over to Lester again, still sitting on the bench, watching the children play. It was almost disgustingly perverse the way he never took his eyes off the children, not matter what. He only looked at Bruce that one time, and then he never left the children. Bruce started talking to Lester again as he sat down on the bench. Well he was mostly talking to himself, as Lester didn't say much at all. He just watched the children play. Nothing more. The more Bruce talked and watched him though, he started to notice that it wasn't the children themselves that he was watching, but just the scene in general. As if he was watching for something else. Something unseen, or something that he was expecting to happen, he just didn't know when it would happen.
Bruce felt like he had talked to Lester for hours, although it had been significantly less. Maybe it was the burden of holding up the conversation, without in becoming uncomfortable.
Just like that Lester sat up out of the bench, completely erect, back straight, arm outstretched, almost like a robot walk, like the robot on "The Day The Earth Stood Still". He started walking towards the children. At that particular moment, Bruce couldn't pinpoint if it was a child in particular or just in general.
Bruce really didn't know what to do, it was all so abrupt and sudden. He didn't even know why he was doing this, what his intentions are, or who he even really was. He sprang up and raced towards Lester. Catching up with him, he placed his hand on Lester's shoulder and called out his name. Lester reached back with his right and grabbed Bruce by the wrist, twisting it. Bruce could hear the sickening cracking of bones, as Lester inhuman grasp finally released. Bruce pulled back his hand, holding his already bruised and swollen wrist. Thankfully the bone hadn't broke through. But the strength was unbelievable.
Having checked his hand, he had noticed that Lester had gotten quite a bit ahead of him and had almost reached the children. Bruce started running towards Lester with the intent of attacking him again. But Lester had other ideas. For someone that has been waiting for this particular moments for eternity, he had planned for everything.
As Bruce got closer, the faster he ran, Lester, turned, lowered his arm and something fell into his hand. Just as quickly, he raised it back up and behind his shoulder and threw the object directly in Bruce's direction.
The knife, thrown with such force, pierced Bruce in his shoulder, hitting him so hard that it buried itself in his shoulder up to the handle; knocking his feet out from under him, and landing him squarely on his back, knocking his glasses off his face.
Lester had reached the children's play area by this time. He walked towards a boy that was sitting on one of those animal rides, that have the giant spring under them. That way the child can rock back and forth as if riding the animal. He walked directly up to the boy and looked down at him. The boy looked up and smiled mischievously, almost with evil intent, at Lester. Lester reached into the confines of his coat, and produced a large broadsword.
By now Bruce, had somewhat gathered himself up, and found his glasses. Just at the moment that he put them on, he could see Lester raising his sword above the boy. With one swift blow, he lobbed off the boy's head. He watched it roll to the ground next to the ride across from the boy. Lester turned and looked at the boy's head. The eyes opened and the mouth opened and what came from that mouth paralyzed Lester in his tracks. The headless body climbed down from the ride and took the broadsword from Lester's frozen hand, pulled back and pierced Lester straight through his heart. Lester's body fell to the ground in front of the boy's headless body.
Bruce watched the whole scene with horror. Who was this boy? Who was Lester? What had he stumbled on to? Had he heard Lester call the boy Damien?
May U Live 2 See The Dawn
May U Live 2 See The Dawn
May U Live 2 See The Dawn
