Hellhound (3 page)

We walked along as I glanced to each side of the hallway and saw nothing but doors, one after the other. They sat too close together to actually lead anywhere but then again this is Hell and they have to lead to something. Lucifer stopped and then turned, he was a bit dramatic.

“I am not dramatic, I am theatrical.” He said and I sighed. I might as well speak my mind, he is going to read it anyway.

He then opened the door and I stared in as I saw my old apartment, it wasn’t exactly a nice place, but it was mine and I was proud to be able to pay for it. Travis never paid for shit and why I allowed him to live there and contribute nothing was a mystery to me. I mean it is a mystery now, it wasn’t then. I never had the ability to say no to him. It wasn’t even the sex really, it was not being alone.  Lucifer turned and smiled at me.

“Your inability to know your worth was an interesting thing to watch.”

I looked at him and felt a bit irritated.

“I realized it, only to late.”

I then saw Travis enter the apartment through the front door and he stumbled as he tossed his coat to the floor. He paused and rubbed the bulge in his jeans. He was always horny, always wanting to fuck. Unfortunately it wasn’t just me who received this from him. I knew for a good 5 months that he was cheating, but I never said anything about it. I almost felt like I deserved it for allowing him to live with me, eat my food, fuck me and use me up without speaking up about it. I know it may sound pathetic, and perhaps it is, but when you feel like you can’t find better, you accept the bottom of the barrel. I then shivered, as Lucifer was suddenly behind me. He leaned against me and his hands touched the sides of my dress, sliding down the vinyl with a sound not unlike nails on a chalkboard. I closed my eyes as I tried to ignore him. His touch was intoxicating and I almost felt sick to my stomach for feeling that way. He leaned into my ear and his tongue flicked like a snake, his eyes changing color from dark black to red. Then I opened my eyes up as I heard Travis call out as he always did.

“Halo!”

I stepped forward and broke Lucifer’s touch as he sighed and watched my ass from behind.

“Halo! Bitch! Where are you, I want my dick sucked!” Travis yelled out and I knew what this was all too well. This was the night that we had died.

I watched closely as I saw myself step into the room, my old self, my pre-dead one, pre-getting hit on by Lucifer, the creeper behind me.

“I am not a creeper.” I glanced at him.

“You are.”

“Accepted.” He said.

“Really?”

“No, I lie…in fact, I lie all the time. Well, most of the time…oh look.” He said as he pointed towards the room and I looked back.

I could not believe how tired I looked, but seeing that I was working 4 jobs and sleeping about 5 hours a night it was not really a shock. Travis worked one job, a good one and yet he never paid rent, he never bought food and I could only remember one gift he had given to me. It was a swing, a sex swing that he never even took the time to attach to the ceiling. I had to do that and even then he was a bit lack luster when he tried to fuck me in it. I reached up and touched my arm, squeezing it as the anger started to rise in me. An anger I should
have allowed myself to feel all along when I was with him.

“I would have made you scream in that swing.”

“Please shut up.” I took one more step forward.

Lucifer smiled as he stood behind me, his eyes growing a deeper red as my anger fed him. Some of us eat food; he eats anger, fear, hatred. I guess that should not shock me either but I was oblivious to it as he stood behind me and got off on me and my emotions.

“What hun?” I asked Travis as he rubbed his dick and grinned at me. I remember I could smell the alcohol from where he stood.

“I need you to suck me off.”

“I am tired.”

“What?” he asked me as he stepped forward. I bit into my lip as I watched it play out like a movie before me.

“Fuck you Halo.” He said as he stepped towards me. I remember how I felt, the fear that he incited within me and I hated it. We had been here before, many times and I watched as my former self stood her ground as Travis stepped up to her and grabbed her neck, moving her back against the wall and applying pressure. I watched her struggle, I watched as her eyes rolled a bit into the back of her head and he enjoyed it, never losing his hard on that lurked behind the material of his jeans. Then he leaned up and shoved his tongue into her mouth as she gasped for air, he was a sadist and yet I had allowed him to hone his skills on me like a puppet.

He then released her neck and she fell before him, gasping for air and crying softly. He reached down and unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out and then he grabbed her chin and raised it up, ready to shove the length of it to the back of her throat, but something was different this time, perhaps it was the exhaustion, not only physically but mentally. I remember opening my mouth and as the tip of his cock slid in I bit down as hard as I could, causing him to wail like a stuck pig. He immediately took his fist and slammed it into the side of my jaw, knocking me to the ground. I hit the wooden floor
so hard that my vision blurred and my body felt weak. Travis was not a small man by any means and must have outweighed me by at least 100 pounds. He loved to work out and his ego drove him more than anything. It drove him to chisel his body, be ruthless at his job and then with me. I seemed to be the punching bag that he adored.  I watched as his foot rose. I felt the wall to my back before the kick to my gut. He kicked me three more times as he cursed at me and then walked away as a small bit of blood trickled from the side of my mouth.

I tried to sit up, but the pain in my stomach was horrible. My jaw ached and I could feel it swelling already. I could hear him in the kitchen yelling, tossing drawers around and then the noise stopped until his large boots clunked on the wood and came back into the room. I looked up as my breath was just starting to return to me and he held a knife in his hand, gripping the handle firmly not to drop it. He then reached down and jerked me up by my shirt and held me against the wall. His eyes glazed over in anger and his breath hot and stinking of liquor. He then screamed as he thrust the knife forward and it tore through me and burned like fire in my stomach. I tried to scream but the sound got caught in my throat as he jerked it back and let me fall. He dropped the knife in front of me as he pulled his hands up to his head and shook it violently back and forth.

“This is your fault you bitch! Always mocking me, always acting as if you are better than me!”

I said nothing as I spit up a little bit of blood and felt my legs getting weaker. The pain was starting to fade but as I looked down I saw a tremendous amount of blood coming from my stomach through my white t-shirt.

I clinched my teeth and my fists as I watched in horror. I just sat there against the wall, doing nothing as I always had. Allowing Travis to treat me like shit, not unlike most men I had been with, but he was by far the worst. He was a culmination of a lifetimes worth of being degraded and made to feel unworthy of love, unworthy of respect, unworthy of living. I remembered that I had closed my eyes and saw it, my Father who used to come into my room at night and beat me until the tears dried on my cheeks, the boyfriend in High School who suddenly found someone new after I had given him my virginity. He had laughed at me that day in the hallway with that new whore at his side. Telling me he needed his class ring back and I had given it to him, saying nothing as they walked away, laughing at me and my inability to stand up for myself. Then I watched on as she opened her eyes, they looked different, and I remembered how anger had welled up in me so ugly and pure that it allowed me to push myself up the wall as I reached out and grabbed the knife into my hand.

“Yesssss.” Lucifer whispered into my ear as I watched on without saying a word.

  I stepped forward, holding my stomach with one hand and holding the knife out with the other. Travis then stopped pacing and turned to look me over and the laughter that bellowed up from him set my senses on fire. It was almost as if I was a new person, made whole and stronger by the sheer idea of death coming on to me.

“Oh now what, you fucking bitch?” he said to me and with that I lunged forward and stabbed him right through the eye, shocking no one more than myself for doing it. I stepped back as he stood there, staring at me in horror. I then felt hands slide up the front of me from behind as Lucifer was hard and needing my hatred to feed him. I let my head fall back and almost allowed him to devour me until I heard the thud from Travis’s body hitting the floor in front of her; she looked down as the knife poked out of the back of his skull. It was then that I remember feeling it, the remorse, the complete and utter regret of taking his life. Not because it was him, but because regardless of how angry I had ever gotten, or beaten down, I had felt I had always appreciated the miracle of life and what a gift that it was to each of us.

“Oh fuck.” Lucifer half hissed behind me as he took his hands off of the shiny vinyl and stopped fingering at my breasts. I watched as she fell, the old me and then the shadows started to descend upon the room. One by one they entered, one shadow of pure black at first and then they turned into people, or what I guess could be described as people. Everything seemed normal about them, minus their eyes; their eyes were black as night and soulless.

One stepped up to Travis and then lowered very quickly, flipping him over and jerking the knife from his eye. He pulled it to his lips and stuck his tongue out, licking the blood from it and small bits of brain matter. He then closed his eyes, shuddering slightly and opened his mouth only to expose rows of pointed, razor sharp teeth. He looked down Travis’s body and then lowered, only to bite into his dick and Travis rose up, screaming unlike anything I had ever heard before. Another demon straddled him and pulled his large cock out placing it to his lips and shoving it to the back of his throat as Travis moaned and tried to break free.

All of this seemed to be justified and yet I then felt it, a small bit of mercy for him, and it was then that a large creature entered the room, it looked like a black dog with longer fur and glowing red eyes, as it approached the two demons making a sex puppet out of Travis. It simply glanced at him, but then continued on until it reached me. It lowered its face so it could smell me as I was muttering something even I could not hear, but I remember, as I always will.

“Please forgive me.” I whispered as the dog transformed into a man and leaned down, carefully lifting me up and as his head rose I saw him. It was Gunner, holding me close to his chest. He looked down at me with such compassion that tears welled up in my eyes as Lucifer backed away from me and stood there, feeling the grace all around me. Gunner studied my face closely and then looked up at me, standing outside of the door and it slammed shut as I sat straight up in a bed and held my chest as I caught my breath and felt the strangest thing…a beating heart, my heart, behind bone and flesh.

Chapter Two

Gunner