By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter
Photo owned by Gloria Faye Brown Bates … iced tea in the summer time at our home …
I watched from a dark corner … it would be almost impossible to see me. The corner was hidden by over-grown shrubbery … no one would think, or want to come through that mess. No one … but, I. But … then again … I am unusual … different … just ask anyone who knows me.
I watch life as it happens … somehow, I have the ability to … know … where it’s going to happen. I can sense people … especially sick, evil people. I don’t like that I can … but, I have no choice in the matter. I’m drawn to where they will commit their sick deeds … instinctively, I know what, when … where to go.
This hidden corner pulled at me one day. I knew if I went slowly, easy … I could manipulate my body all the way to the back. No one would ever know I was there.
I always carry supplies with me in my over-sized knapsack … when I leave my home … I don’t always come back right away. I never knew where I would spend a night, day. I also, carried protection … several forms of protection. Not only that … I was skilled in the martial arts. I could kick ass in a heart beat.
On this particular day I sensed evil was lurking nearby. I sat patiently, watching the parking lot. The parking lot belonged to a big box store. It was a busy parking lot … in fact, I began to become aware of a man moving from car to car. He was getting in a lot of different cars, he got out almost as soon as he went in.
I knew something was going on … I watched closely. I pulled my binoculars out. I saw what the man was doing. He was pouring something into cups left in the cars when people went shopping. You know … like you and I … we take for granted our drinks will be like we left them while we enter a store. I usually leave my big cup of tea from Bojangles in the cup holder. I never think someone would tamper with it while I’m gone. Who does that?
This evil being was pouring something into every cup he could get to. He was poisoning people … they would come unknowingly back to their cars, get in … start up the car … drink some of their drink. We all do it … sometimes, shopping can make one very thirsty.
I needed to stop him. I began to inch my way slowly, quietly out of the darkened corner, shrubbery. I heard someone cry out … Mama! I knew someone had drank from their cup … I heard a voice telling 911 to please come … please help!
My eyes stayed with the man who moved swiftly to a blue car. I was almost to him … I was ready to do battle with the son of a bitch. I was behind him … when I got closer I began to run quietly up behind him. Damn! He must have sensed me … he turned around quickly … saw me!
I was too far gone in my running … I couldn’t stop. He held out a knife waiting for me to impale myself. I knew I was going to die as I sped toward him like a speeding bullet … the blade reflected light as it eagerly waited for me.
Time slowed down like in a dream. I was going to die … I tried to twist my body to the right just as I got to the man. I felt excruciating pain in my left side. The knife got me as I knew it would. I had no way of knowing how bad the wound was. I kept going forward, doing what I meant to do. I would do it while dying.
I turned around, felt the blade cutting through my flesh as it sliced out of me. The blade and I separated … I pulled my knife from its sheath … stuck it in the man’s back as he went by me. He groaned, fell to the ground.
I jumped on top of him … he bucked me off. I fell hard onto the pavement, quickly sprung up to my feet. I didn’t feel any pain from the knife wound. I knew I would be getting weaker as my life’s blood flowed out of me. I meant for the bastard to die with me. I jumped on him, stabbed him deeply again. Just like pushing a knife through a big watermelon … I twisted it. The man screamed.
He managed to get his knife in me again … I groaned with the pain. He twisted his knife in my gut … I twisted my knife in his gut … we both were in agony. We both screamed as if we were singing in harmony. It was an awful sound … I knew he could feel my blade all the way to the hilt just as I could feel the pressure from the hilt of his knife.
This damn bastard and I were going to Hell together … I managed to slip my knife out of him … slash him across his throat. Blood poured from his jugular vein. The man made a breathy noise … I heard air. He was going to die first … his body went limp.
I pushed him away … got to my feet. His knife was protruding out of my stomach. I didn’t try to pull it out. I would die if I did. I was going to die anyway. I knew he’d mangled my guts with his knife.
I heard a siren … saw red lights as an ambulance pulled up. Several people ran toward me … jumped into action to try and save me. I drifted in and out of conscience.
I knew the man was dead … I heard one of the EMTs say he wasn’t breathing. I heard someone say I was dying from the loss of blood. I didn’t care … I didn’t hurt anymore. I was past the point of feeling pain. I felt as if I were floating.
Darkness … I died. I was above looking down. Someone was doing CPR on me. I heard someone say, “breathe, damn you!”
I looked around. From where I was … up above everyone … I could see good. I saw several people being treated … they had drank from their cups when they got back in their cars. I saw several people laying by the side of their cars … help got there too late for them.
I saw someone stagger out of the car close to where I lay dead … begging for help. I willed the EMTs who were helping me to go help that person. Sure enough they saw it was too late for me, they rushed to the that person.
A small sea of wasted life … I looked to the murderer who was responsible. His body was covered up … I looked all around me … he must be up above where I was.
There he was! He was looking at me … evil in his eyes, twisted smile on his face. What could he do to me now? Nothing. I saw him swiftly pulled down into the earth … I knew he had gone to Hell. My attention was drawn toward the light … I began to drift toward it.
I felt warmth inside, comfort … the light made my soul happy. I went to the light … the next thing I knew … I was in Heaven. I smiled, took a big sigh of relief. I was happy to give my life … to save the lives of others. That was my purpose in life. This was the end … the light and I.
Note by this Author:
We all do it … leave our drinks unattended in the car while we take for granted they will be just as they was when we get back. We never think of someone coming by … opening our unlocked doors … poisoning our drinks. Who does that? We know no one would do that … right?
Photo, short story (fiction) are owned, written by me … Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.