The thoughts pounded at his chest, beating fear in his heart with every strike. Electric adrenaline surged with every beat. Fuelled by the primitive life instinct... he ran.
He bounded through the dark night streets. Rainwater licked the gravelly roads. The moistness muffled and yet amplified the sound of his footfall. A second set of footsteps was close behind.
No. Not yet. Please.
***
If you know it’s over, why do you run?
The hunter mused to himself as he closed in on his prey. His target was tiring. The distance between them was closing.
***
Shit. Where am I?
In his panic, he noticed too late. The unfamiliar road forced him down the only route available.
***
The prey was cornered. Suppressing his inner sadist’s smile, he dropped his pace to a slow prowl.
It’s time for justice.
***
He whimpered as the personification of Death stepped towards him. Clad in a black cloak draped over its shoulders, the pursuer moved closer. The slow movement could have been described as gliding, if it was not for the light tap of footsteps. A skeletal mask covered its face. Hollow eyes spoke:
Only death now.
“You thought no one would find out?”
His knees buckled under the weight of the voice woven with darkness. Hands and knees on the floor, head lowered... he breathed into the wet ground, “Please. I’m sorry.”
***
He savoured the taste of success as his prey fell in submission.
He’ll get what he deserves.
“Sorry, you say? That won’t bring any of them back.” Hate twisted his voice. Old anger began to resurface.
No. Don’t get angry. Enjoy this. Enjoy the dog’s death.
“You... knew them? Who are you?” Curiosity mingled with fear in his eyes.
I’m...
... Peter Parker.
... Bruce Wayne.
“Clark Kent.”
***
Clark Fucking Kent? You’ve got to be fucking joking.
From beneath his robe, ‘Clark’, brought out a 9mm.
Oh shit.
***
“Hey! Hey! Wait a minute!” He really thinks he can save himself? “You’re one of the good guys! You can’t kill me.”
You made an orphan that night.
“Some things are hard to forgive.” He raised the pistol and aimed at the murderer’s head.
“No! Superman.... Batman... they wouldn’t do it! They wouldn’t fucking do it!”
That’s why I’m better than all my heroes.
Massaging the trigger with his finger, he watched the hope drain from his prey. This was not the one that killed his parents, but he’s of the same breed. He took a deep breath to control the ecstasy... and he pulled on the trigger with great relish.
I like the concept of this...actually, when I read the description I immediately thought of Rorschach, haha. Except he wasn't really an orphan. And I don't know if he read comic books.
You should flesh this out a bit! Dig into it, pull out more from each character and stretch the tension. ^^
I thought this had a mild satirical punch when "Clark Kent" was brought to play. And the fact that his target was not the one who killed his parents leads to question the relative innocence of his victim.
Though I think you repeated "prey" a bit too much. I understand it may have been for repetitive effect, but it was a bit noticeable.
Comments
Kiwi Joy Says:
Wooooooow that's awesome =D
I love the bit where he was deciding on a superhero name
Leah Akuma Says:
Oshi- D: I got scared reading that D:
Told you I'd read it >D
But seriously. That scared me ._.
GreenDemon Says:
I thought that was a brilliant short story.
I loved the bit where "clark" said he was better than all of his heroes.
Candless Says:
I like the concept of this...actually, when I read the description I immediately thought of Rorschach, haha. Except he wasn't really an orphan. And I don't know if he read comic books.
You should flesh this out a bit! Dig into it, pull out more from each character and stretch the tension. ^^
pur plec loud Says:
Whooaaaaa. So much packed into a little piece! The beginning was especially good because it caught and held my attention like that -snap-.
I like the use of font etc. to show how it should be read.
Daemon6 Says:
I really love how you started this off. Excellent job!
oldsnowman Says:
I thought this had a mild satirical punch when "Clark Kent" was brought to play. And the fact that his target was not the one who killed his parents leads to question the relative innocence of his victim.
Though I think you repeated "prey" a bit too much. I understand it may have been for repetitive effect, but it was a bit noticeable.
Overall this was very good.