(OT-Fanfic) Jason M.
Colin Brian Witz
posting a binary. SHIEST
Just because I need to exorcise my darkside after recent events.
Warning, this story contains the views of a sick person, implied sexual
contact, and graphic violence.
Jason M.
Chapter 1: Catharsis
My first reaction to my condition was to try and kill myself in order to
save the lives of others. It didn't work out. The fall was a great rush.
I felt like I was going to throw up. About two thirds of the way down, my
instincts took over. I spread to slow down, then turned compact and angled
into the dive. Somehow I failed to break any bones, and shed all my
clothing, and arrived on the shore naked and reborn. I purged myself of
the great Pacific and law beneath the docks. It was still night. I was
able to get back to my apartment and let myself in through a window. The
keys were next to the note on the kitchen table. I went to bed and
resolved to find a way to treat a mental condition that has never been
cured.
I was in college when I realized that that I was a monster, a predator in
a world full of sheep. The call got worse at night, when the fantasies
crept up on me like succubus. The hunger for the pain of others was at
times overwhelming. I could not use my own pain, as since childhood I had
lost all sense of my own pain. I tried the discipline of the martial arts.
I tried yoga and Psychiatry. The shrink suggested that I try jogging when
I felt this tension. Incidentally, has anyone ever tried jogging through
L.A. at night? If the smog doesn't kill you, the inhabitants surely will.
My classes were dull, and the strain continued, until there was a break
and a release. My nightly bus-riding spree had left me in Industry. I saw
a man following a woman; I trailed the man, keeping quiet. When he forced
her into the bus graveyard, I followed and interrupted his 'tryst'. I don'
t think he liked my appearance; he attacked me. My first strike bent his
left knee back, and the fool kept a hold of his knife. I followed up with
a disarming hold, broke his arm and his ribs, and as a follow up I kicked
him in a most appropriate place. It felt so good. I called the police and
got her an ambulance; after all it didn't matter why I did what I did. I
had been the 'paladin' helping the 'damsel in distress'. The police didn't
really question me, nor did they check my background when they took my
statement. I was hooked. If I confined my hunter's instincts to other
predators I could escape notice.
While, the memory, of crushing the bastard's flesh kept me going for
fantasy material for quite a while, I need my fix of adrenaline and pain a
few weeks later. However, I knew that if I was around when the police
arrived, there would be too many questions. Cops are like dogs, they sniff
everybody's ass, and they hate it when someone pisses on their turf. So
now the question would be choice of prey. and how to do it without being
noticed.
Chapter 2. Invisibility.
I spent many weeks, stalking my preserve, looking through the world of
L.A. at night, a watched the sheep, and I watched the wolves, I was another
wolf, but I had to appear to be a sheep, I had to learn to blend into the
world around me. The sheep have patterns, body language, it tells the
other sheep that they belong, and it tells the wolves that they are prey.
I stood, outside of both circles, watching, invisible, unnoticeable,
beneath the contempt of both circles. Going to classes, and working
'Vampire Hours' left my body tired, so I stopped going to classes so often.
Now, I lived in the night, I didn't like the bright lights or loud noises
of the day anymore. Still no one noticed my stalking, as it consisted of
just silently observing my new killing grounds, rather then any single
individual. Besides, there were more important things on the minds of your
average L.A. resident, Ramirez was safely on death row, and the rich and
famous were on trial. A hunter in a city full of hunter's hardly caused a
stir in the reactions of the herd.
I had finally, made my choice, this one deserved it. Middle aged, he
preferred to pick up teens along the strip, be they male or female, he
would leave them near death when he was done. The dogs had not picked up
this scent, as it was heavy with money, and his prey were 'just
prostitutes'. Not eating much had thinned me out some, but still, I had
some mass, so I had to look, like prey, become something that this one
would want. I looked at the ones in the past, dyed my hair, added an
eyelash (An ode if you will to Alex), and put on my 'docs' after completing
the costume. It took me almost a week to find prey, and It wasn't the ones
I was looking for. A skinhead, decided to do a little 'bashing' without
his friends. Silly puppy, don't you know WOLVES need to travel in PACKS.
He called me a name and grabbed me from behind, I slammed my steelplated
boot into his instep, slammed the back of my head into his nose, as we both
fell down into the dark, I leveraged my self so that he took the worst of
the fall. rolling before I had stopped moving, I was well ahead of him
getting up. A smile crossed my face, as I pulled out a small flashlight.
The weapon was no more then a foot long but still, I had figured out how to
use it most effectively. stabbing jabs and using it to back up punches,
like a set of brass knuckles. It also made an effective blocking item. He
came at me with a silly knife I ducked, and kicked out to the same leg, as
I had hit before, the satisfying sound of his shin giving away, as he fell
his blade skidding further into the dark, his mouth deforming against the
asphalt. a few kicks, then working him over with the lamp, methodically
striking the tender fleshy parts. Before my transformation was complete I
would need to learn more about not being scene, and learn the right lures
for the right prey, but I was well on my way.
Ok, this is the most I have written in about 10 years, of trying to write
this. Since the main character is sort of an evil Mary Sue, it's really
emotionally draining to write about this, still I do continue as a form of
exorcism. I would appreciate any comments. Yes I know, this has nothing
to do with the subject matter...
Colin Brian Witz
I am going to have to stop, kicking people's legs out, it did work for me
(Once) in real life, against a guy in the C.C.C. who had just been released
from California Youth Authority, and tried to rape me.