Cat Chengery
10/3/10
CW Assignment 2
I was on my way to kill them; to do the deed that they did to me. They had shattered the only glass of reality I knew and I was determined to slit their throats with the shards that remained. I thought about killing Jen as I walked the misty road to nowhere. Watching her mother’s face as she barged into the room was the only thing I could remember. It was the only thing that brought me back to my childhood and it held a pinch of guilt above my head. But who was I kidding; there’s no room for guilt the equation. I had lost all sense of who I was; there was nothing to tie guilt to.
I walked for hours with a soft gaze and an idle brain. Nothing penetrated my consciousness. Lights appeared behind me and I watched my shadow grow taller as the car approached. It was a truck with a old man, my knight in shinning armor. He would take me to fulfill my purpose and commit the crime. I had no intention of hurting the man, that point must remain clear. But the consequences of current events had infested my mind and given me cravings to take heed to. I wanted to repay him for his kindness so I did. I told him to pull over and I grabbed his had and placed it on my thigh. He began to feel me, and I raised my head so he could lick my neck. The smell of foreign flesh was like heroin to my nostrils. I needed to taste his blood.
First I strangled him, to make sure I could choose my puncture with precision and not out of defense. My powers had strengthened with practice, and I imagined my actions as a preparation ritual for the end of the story. I ripped back the skin of his chest with my hands, and tasted revenge. When I was finished with the body, I threw it in the bed of the truck, covered it with a blanket I found in the back seat and continued to drive myself the rest of the way there.
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ReplyDeleteYou have an exquisite writing style. Your images are always striking, and your vocabulary, lovely. You use words like 'infested', 'cravings and 'flesh', which add perfectly to the dark, almost grotesque feeling of the piece, which is quite consistent with the tone of the movie. I like what you added to the original story. You have a gift for being able to really bring the reader into the character's mind. Her metamorphisis is flawless, written perfectly. You managed to embody what Needy became by the end of the film, having lost her essence in becoming a demon like Jennifer. The way you write about intimacy and lust is wonderful. You manage to say so much in saying so little.
xx Arielle