Eric

Brian Reinbolt - psicosismark@yahoo.com

Those three overrated numbers were dialed and like the cowards they are, they left in true hypocritical fashion leaving behind their usual victim, he walked one foot after the other not knowing where to go.

The clear blue sky began to disappear into breezy darkness; admiring the fields close to him on the country road he noticed several houses before him at the end of the road, would this be his final destination?

Passing the houses he saw lights in each window that inside contained families who were just happy to be alive, just happy to exist without worrying about fragile egos or what others might think of them, on this particular evening the majority of the citizens within the dated community were attending another bland social event that seemed to never grow tired of itself.

He was caught off guard by a car at the end of the road coming towards him shining its front lights in his face as if to say “I am the ipidomy of intimidation”.

As it slowly approached him it really came to no surprise that Eric saw the five sided symbol on the side of the rusty old car and he stopped to go over the events in his head as they happened.

Eric Pines grew up in a family of low values, a sort of day by day contradiction in which each member in a literal sense was a character of their real identities and any bystander not familiar with the family could immediately point at them and gain the ability to somberly find out their true personalities.

As depressing as they were to live with Eric chose to be with them because these were the only people he knew, the only life he could live, years of abuse from these characters bruised and battered his self esteem to the point nightly visits from authorities were nothing new.

Remembering the events proved to be too painful for Eric and he reluctantly returned home, he noticed the sheriff’s car sitting in the driveway in hopes to talk to the family that called upon his services, of course they were long gone by now as the sporting event in town was far too important than human emotion; Eric approached the house.

The sheriff exited the back door of the house and stopped to look around with his flashlight, as he looked up on the roof he saw two red lights, he looked closer to inspect what they were as a shape surrounding the lights began to form before his very eyes, the sheriff stood horrified as fangs slowly raised to reveal remnants of saliva dripping onto the floor below him, a low pitched snarl made his heart beat faster.

The figure leaped onto the sheriff and sunk its fangs into his face ripping apart his skin and leaving him for dead and as the sheriff’s mangled body withered in pain and begged for mercy Eric had a better idea entering the garage to locate his father’s saw, to the dismay of the sheriff Eric began slicing into the bone causing blood to spurt on the family deck, when he was finished he cleaned up the bloody mess and set the table as the family would be having steak that night.