souldrinker

 

It’s break week and I wait all day for the day to be over so I can watch the movie on the patient education network. I will probably hate it. It seems like all day every day im waiting for nothing to happen. The always seemed to be an event in the hospital I want to go to, it lasts for about an hour out of the whole day and even though I end up hating it, I always end up waiting all day to attend it. In jail, you are always wanting the time to go by faster, but even if it does, it’s still that much time missing from your life. But why the enforced idleness? If I was working, at least Id have something to do with my time. This reminds me of when I was a kid how I used to wait for my mom to take me to homeschool classes. Just like now I wasn’t allowed to leave my home even though the groups were in walking distance. The classes here are only a few feet away, but I am not allowed to leave on my own because I have no level.  Just as when I was a kid and I couldn’t handle school, now im an adult who cant handle work. Of course I will never be given a chance to find out. As a child, I was much too gifted to go to school, now as an adult, I am far too flawed to go to work. Of course those assertions will never be tested again. Soon I will have to wait for break week to be over and the goddamn weekend to be over. And now , on top of all that there is this lockdown I have to wait out before I can even go to the yard. I read that if an event, good or bad, is half as important, then it is ten times as likely. If I just wait long enough something interesting will happen. It’s a statistical inevitability.

 

                Finally one morning I got a book on kung fu in the mail. I read the whole thing several times, but I couldn’t seem to concentrate on it. The descriptions of moves in the book seemed too ridiculous to be plausible. One move that seemed doable was a one inch punch like in the kill bill movie. I practiced for a month until I could break the chairs in the quiet room. Then one day, another patient was acting particularly retarded and gay. I followed him to the bathroom and flicked the light off and punched him in the chest when he was sitting on the toilet. I heard a whuff of air go out of him and the crack of his ribs. I knew he was dead as I went to my room. They locked down the entire hospital. They also searched us for god knows what. I kept quiet and practiced my moves. Soon I could do a five fingertip  transfer of chi. Or so I thought. I was anxious to test my new moves out for some of them could only be done to another person. If I continued to perform in secret, I could perfect many a technique but I could never be sure it would work until I rushed it to experimentation. I had made something bizarre happen, but it was bad. Now I would bring about something even more unusual. And I would not wait. I followed a staff to the laundry room and asked him for a towel. As he reached down to get it, I put my hand over his face and drew the chi right out of his body. With his life came his likeness; wearing his clothes, I began to look just like him. I walked out the door without saying anything more. I walked out the sally port. And I used the mans memories to tell me where his car was. As I got on the freeway, I thought on how my life had changed into something like a video game. I would always have to be fighting now I could never relax.

 

                I drove to the city. I was searching for a hooker, but I never seem to find one when I am looking for her. I parked the man’s car someplace random and left it there. After being on foot so long, I was not able to search and drive at the same time. I figured they may be searching for his car as well. First I checked in at a hotel, so I would have a place to go. I didn’t have to but I found a guy already staying in the hotel and drained him of his soul and his identity. He already had a wife who was staying at the hotel so a prostitute was unnecessary. He would have to ditch this ‘wife’ at some point. It was impossible to maintain this charade forever. Even though with the man’s soul came some of his personality making it easier to pose as him. He was looking forward to screwing two chicks at the same time. And this woman, openminded as she may be, would eventually have to go. Variety being the spice of life and all that. And of course there was no point in going through the heartbreak of dumping her when killing the broad was such a simple process. He proceeded as he had done so many times already to absorb her soul. Afterward he realized that this was his first female victim, and the femininess of her personality washed over him and he began to desire the things a woman might have. He had already begun to think of himself in the third person. Now she gave herself a feminine pronoun. she wanted to fuck as a woman. Not just other women but every man and everything else besides. She realized that a man posing as a woman was probably sluttier than an authentic woman.

 

                She walked to the nearest lesbian bar which was not a common as a gay bar but still not altogether impossible to find. She saw a likely young lady alone and joined her wordlessly on the floor. This girl was pretty she thought, not some butch bull dyke. But a true lipstick lesbian. One thing led to another and they were soon munching each other’s rugs or brillo pads as it were. The creature was full of energy and the young lady fell asleep with its mouth still on here lips. She gently lay her down and covered her lovingly with a blanket. She stood in the dark and regarded her sleeping form. She thought, what a gentle being rests here, I think I’ll spare her life. An in an act of unusual mercy for this thing, she did not kill the innocent girl. But her love did not include faithfulness to the little homosexual and she was off in search of her next conquest. She returned to the lesbian bar this time planning to put here allure to the test by picking up a straight man at a lesbian bar. She did not realize how easy that would be since there were always a few straight men there hoping for a girl to do just that. The man she found may have been hoping for two girls to approach him but he took what he could get. This late a night, he was lucky not to go home empty handed. When he suggested “his” place, she thought of what a disaster she had left all those hotel rooms and she quickly agreed. His place was as nice as the bar. But she wasn’t there for the scenery. They did it all to the point of being thoroughly disgusted with themselves. It culminated with her forcing him to eat his own semen out of her so she would not get pregnant. She did not even know if that would work. But she could not resist that act of violent humiliation performed on a stranger. After he was finished, she grabbed his hair with her left hand and tilted his head back and placed her right middle finger between his eyes, index and ring fingers on his eyes. And thumb and pinky in the corners of his mouth. It burned and he tried to scream knowing he would be blind at the very least. She said, “Do you feel that? That’s the heat escaping your body.”

 

                The Asian dude answered the phone right away. Preston was somewhat surprised that he picked it up himself. What do you need? He said in English. I need someone killed for me, very tough, a souldrinker. One million said the oriental. OK. On the plane ride there, the man did not eat or drink anything. In case he would die, he did not want to shit his pants. Meanwhile, the souldrinker was also on a fast having temporarily satiated himself with victims. He was kicking back in a hammock suspended between two pine trees which had been forced to lean together. Though he was not killing, he was not difficult to find. The Asian had a nose like a compass for his tainted aura. He came upon the trees and set fire to both of them. Being Summer, this was managed with just a lighter. The demon with his heightened senses immediately noticed the flame. He spotted the Asian and dove for the ground. He turned it into a jump missing the Asian. The acrobatic feat alone confirmed the demon’s identity, so the oriental took a running start and launched a vicious kick which ended up flying over the demon’s head. The demon turned and caught the other man while he was still in the air. They went to the ground, the oriental swinging wildly in the crushing grip of the monster. The fight lasted a good 15 minutes with the beast mindlessly squeezing and strangling wishing he had studied more kung fu when he had the chance. The Asian man finally kneed the creature in the testicles and shrugged off his shirt to wriggle out of his grip. Then they were both standing, facing on another. The demon was not fatigued at all, the Oriental allowed this maybe because he was tired. His superior striking skills not very useful in the wrestling match. The demon, faster than thought, made a jab toward the ribs of his competitor and plucked out his still beating heart and took a bite out of it just like in a movie. It was simply for show (to whom?) since this demon was no longer able to take nourishment this way. He threw the body and the heart in a ditch. Licked up the blood to remove evidence. Put out the fire and took down the hammock. Then he ran away.

 

                The next contestant called Preston himself, wanting the challenge the souldrinker video game style. He claimed that He was the “Lord of Air” able direct gusts of wind essentially moving them with his mind. You understand it’s the chi he said which is another word for air. When you exhale, you know the prana as it leaves your body and stays with you wherever it goes. Preston told the being where his creature could be found and the wind master happened upon him as he was drinking blood from a woman’s neck like a vampire. The alley was confined, but windy which was well suited to the wind king’s taste. He wasted no time talking to the creature, there was no point bandying words with this cunning but mindless animal. As the thing looked up at him, he inhaled and let loose a powerful blast of wind at the creature. The souldrinker was driven back by the repeated onslaughts of air that were buffeting him. The wind king did not let up even to take a breath for he had circular breathing like a trumpet player. The only problem was, the air was not doing any actual damage to the souldrinker who began winding from side to side, beating a tack ever closer to the wing king. The wind master saw him coming but was essentially a one trick pony unable to defend himself from the inevitable. And then it happened, the creatures hands were on his face and it was all over. The souldrinker felt a rush of energy at the defeat of such a powerful being.

 

                As a newly established creature of darkness, Steve decided to acquire some taste and to him this meant objects of taste. Steve visited museums, galleries and private collection stealing objects of fine art. Of course he didn’t understand the merit of the paintings and such he was handling; some were stolen more for their cash or pornographic value than aesthetic. The sheer volume however was unspeakable. He soon had more that you can fit on the walls and he stacked them in piles on the floor. He began to sell the pieces in online auctions because he found that he could make more money than he could reasonably steal it. He soon had more than enough to buy a $2.1mil mansion in a secluded area on top of a hill. Steve was now able shift through his various forms at will, so he took on that of a tall man whom he had snuffed in some time past. He purchased the house and was left to straighten it up himself. Which was not easy since he was a killer not a painter or a maid. Somewhere in the stores of his victim’s memories he found what he needed to get it done quickly. He took a trip around the grounds-

 

                Steven awoke from a disturbing dream in which he had grown a hole in the palm of his hand with a mouth like that of a lamprey eel. In the dream, he was masturbating and he used the hole in his hand as the orifice. When he removed his hand he saw that his dick was gone. Devoured with only a few scraps of flesh remaining. He screamed and woke up, looking at his hand to see the mouth was still there. His dick was erect and present. This was not enough to allay his fears and he ran screaming from his bachelor pad in the loft of a vacant apartment. Steven jumped from building to building like spiderman. While he was gone, a young lady crept into his abode and stole his book on martial arts. She met Preston on the sidewalk and gave him the book. Preston said, this will make great bait for that freak. She said lets get out of here before he gets back. Back in his office, late at night, Preston read part of the book and posted its contents at an online auction. Preston was stunned at some of the offers he encountered, but he decided to save to book a evidence and do the right thing. I only pray the bastard doesn’t show up right now before im ready. He looked out the windows expecting him but there was no sign.

 

                After sufficiently gorging himself, the demon was content but bored. He wondered what to do with his power and decided that the thing to do was to play god. He would create a living thing in his won image. But a demon like himself would be undue competition for him. So, having little imagination he decided he would create a breeding pair of the two finest bats in the known world. Upon deciding to outdo the lord, he began to consult texts in naturalism a taxonomy of the lords creations. By imitating he sought to surpass. And surpass he did albeit after much trial and error. From two ends of his garden, he released the Adam and Eve of bats. The male flew first ponderously the confidently. The female danced like a butterfly. She let out a plainitive cry, a mating call audible even to the demon’s sensitive ears. Sadly it was audible to a good many common bats; fruit bats, gnat bats and such. All males some desirous and some envious of her protection. They all tried to mount he at once and a good many died including her. The demon looked on powerless to intervene. The male for his part chose discretion and lived out his days as a familiar in service to the demon.

 

                Steve sent his bat out the window of an apartment he had rented to survey the town. His spirit was linked to the bat which was his familiar but not quite his spirit guide. Steve at last could enjoy the gift of flight if only by proxy. He poured his soul into the bat much as so many souls had been poured into him. And by doing so he felt a measure of release. He found that by escaping his body temporarily, he could leave for a time the folks who cohabitated with him. He flew over a young lady basking naked in the moonlight and gazed on her hardened nipples like large goosebumps on her shivering skin. Steve willed the bat to alight on her lounge chair and then take a nibble from her big toe. She let out a startled yelp and ran for cover. The bat of its own accord took to the air and cruised along until out of nowhere, a teen boy who was hunting from his window at night, took him from the air with a bb pellet. Steve not only felt the shot, but the fall as well. The death of the bat felt like a pulled tooth because he had invested so much of himself. He lay in his bed for days with a splitting headache. Finally his need drove him to hunt again.

 

                At this time, the demon whom Steven had become, ran afoul of a woman of more than usual prowess. She was a jezebel an Ishtar a very whore of Babylon in the flesh. She met steven at a bar. He still frequented bars often they being open at most hours and him not being required to do anything there but fork over some cash at a continuous pace. This was a classy dive for that was how Steve saw himself as elite by virtue of the money he had acquired but did not earn. She sat down on a stool next to  him and swiped the coaster from under his drink without spilling it and set it down with hers on top of it. If he was charmed by her juvenile magic trick, he did not show it. In fact he didn’t show a sign of anything at all you might have thought he was passed out but Ishtar knew better. She planted a smacking kiss right on his ear thinking to startle or annoy him. Of course Steve was fully cogniscent

 

Of what she was doing and took it all in stride. Will you come to my bedroom he asked strangly since they were not in his house. Ishtar never said no to a man and wouldn’t start with this one so she followed him home. He did not disappoint her only after fucking her, he pulled her hair back and lowered her over his knee with her face up. She having some inkling of what was going on said, “How do you make people love you?” perhaps she said it just to confuse him. Without another word he placed his other hand over her face and drew out her soul through a hole in his palm made for that purpose.

 

                This time, Preston had a plan. He found a 19 year old girl, high on heroin. She had cuts all over her arms. She was a gothic chick. She no longer was supported by her parents, so she had turned to selling her body to maintain her lifestyle. She radiated depression and when Preston found her, she was suffering both hepatitis and aids. She was perfect for what Preston had in mind. She was lured into Steven’s territory with money of course and the promise of more forthcoming. Watching her, Preston hoped to himself that the beast would show up because he couldn’t afford to pay her anymore. Preston was not disappointed. Steve swooped down from atop the roof. Somewhere he had learned to fly. The girl let out a half hearted scream. Quickly her very life was flowing out her nose and mouth. Steve then tried to jump back to the rooftop. He couldn’t make it crashing to the ground dizzy and lightheaded. Preston stifled a laugh. The fool! Her bad vibes are already getting to him. Steve crawled upstairs to his room. Preston followed a ways behind to deliver the coup.

 

                Preston crept up the stairs after Steven. Altered by the girl he had consumed, Old wounds began to open up on Steven. Preston followed the trail of blood droplets. Steve pulled a key as he reached the hallway on the 3rd floor. When he opened his door, Preston rushed him before he could shut it behind him. Steven turned and made a half assed attempt to claw at the detective’s face which Preston batted aside. Steven fell to the floor and crawled to his room. Preston pistol whipped him until he pointed to the location of the book. When Preston returned from the acquisition of the book, He found that Steven had turned on his stomach on his bed, so he fired a full clip into his neck severing his head from his body. Preston was sure of his deed for he could see the hungry ghosts in the room. All the souls escaping the demon’s body. The room was cluttered with newspapers, it could be easily