The Hitchhiker

 
      I stick out my thumb as the next car approaches. A red and black Thunderbird slows, then suddenly  with screeching tires and a bellowing cloud of dust, it pulls to the side of the road.  I run up to the shiny car, the driver has long blonde hair and a contagious smile which sends immediate shivers through out my body. It has not been so long since the last time, but seems like an eternity. I find myself wondering if this is only a dream, they all seem like dreams. Part of me feels sorry for her, but it does nothing to drown out the excitement building within my body. I could stop now, it is not too late. The need is much too strong though, I have no choice, this is what I have to do to feed my insatiable desire .

    I use my best fun loving easy smile as I grab for the car door.  A quick scan assures me that she is my next quest. Almost perfect in every way. Too young to sense the danger within me and innocent enough to trust a nice looking guy with a cute smile. My mask works as she smiles with sensual approval of the image before her. My assets never fail me. The first impression is so important. Any hint of doubt is washed from my mind, as her scanning eyes devour my chiseled body, and her long legs spread ever so slightly to convince me that she likes what she sees.

  This girl fits, too trusting and hungry enough to show her sensual desires, this will be so easy. A shudder engulfs me with the anticipation of her final moment. I  will devour her total essence as her lifeless body flops out of my hands. I long for that emotional release and her soul drifts to my body to breathe new life into me. I love  the powerful feeling of knowing I own this person's life and will decide when the time is right, to take possession of what is already mine. I do not feel sorry as she will get what she deserves, what they all deserve.

    The car door slams shut. I hope she does not notice my internal battle to push back the fire that burns within me. The fire screaming to be free, to lick it's prey with the tongue of it's fiery flame. I want nothing else now, but my high. All other thoughts are freed from my mind as only the vision of her whimpering cries begin to excite me. I will try to take it slow. Rushing now will only drain the raw essence of my deed and leave me far from satisfied. 

  My outer body performs it's job perfectly, answering her small talk with smiling words. I am not aware of the essence of the conversation and am content at the moment to watch the conversational volley put her at ease. I see her eyes light up and recognize the overpowering desire within them as I rub my fingers lightly across her leg. She spreads them further showing more acceptance and a shadow of her needs. She thinks she is in control as she guides my thoughts with her mannerisms and expressions.

    This sends a jolt though me and I can hardly contain myself. I force my outer body to ask her to pull over. My mind is showered with the image of my last encounter. The nothingness of  empty silent screams as I let go inside of her. At the same time I squeeze  the essence out of her body and into mine with a crushing grip on her neck. I take her soul as I approach  the point of no return. The rush in my brain becomes overwhelming and I collapse, unable to move for a few seconds, savoring  the wonderful but short lived feeling of command and freeness. The exhaustion slowly fades, I stand up and  walk  away as I always do, feeling tall and powerful, knowing I own yet another soul. Each new death seems to make me stronger.

  She is sure she knows what I want. She smiles as she mentions a desolate road up ahead and softly touches my inner thigh with her palm. Her fingers squeeze slightly and the pressure excites me. She radiates her internal desires with a sexual grin. One that I have seen many times, the same one that  haunts my dreams until I wake up covered in sweat, engulfed in tears.

  These thoughts make me even hungrier for her. We barely stop moving and my hand rushes up her leg finding it's warm moist destination. Her legs spread with total acceptance. This proves to me what she is, why she deserves to be punished, to die for her sins. My other hand finds the protruding nipple of her breast. I caress it gently at first, then squeeze harder to let her know it is mine. She responds by ripping at my pants to expose the bulge she longs for. She grabs on and pulls me to her wet mound.

    I lose my breath for an instance and close my eyes as the feeling of her warmth engulfs me. It is almost time. My brain is screaming now as my hands follow their familiar path to her neck. I am overcome with pounding excitement as I feel the final moment is near. Her accepting moans bring me even closer to bursting. Finding their final destination, my hands wrap around her neck and begin by gently squeezing. I can almost hear the unmistakable crackle of her delicate esophagus. The same sound I heard so many years ago when I finally took control of my own essence. I long for that sound, I need it, I need it to survive. I want to squeeze harder but it is too soon. I stare into her eyes waiting for a sign that she realizes what is about to happen. That look of fear and horror as she realizes she can’t abuse me anymore.  I want her last breath to say she is sorry, sorry for what she has done to me.

    I can't hold back any longer as I begin to burst inside her. Her muscles throbbing and squeezing to help convince me to give in. I am ready now and start squeezing her neck with steady force. Waiting for the look on her face. First the expression of shock, realizing her little boy has grown up and is not the powerless  young child that she stole the innocence from. The little boy she used for her own pleasures has grown to be a man, someone she can’t humiliate anymore. I can’t hold back the craving for that look in her eyes as her head tilts and her body becomes limp and I am finally free from her.

  Something is not right though. Her eyes do not show the normal fear, they radiate a calmness instead. Something unrecognizable, almost commanding and reverent. This forces my visions back and I no longer see my mother’s face. This is just some poor girl, a whore  who will surely do to her 8 year old son what my mother did to me. It doesn't matter now, she will be dead soon anyway. I will rid the world of another useless piece of trash, one that will never again beat and abuse her children for her own pleasure.

  A sharp piercing pain grabs my chest and I bellow out a scream. A sudden warmth spreads across my belly as if it is searching for a new home. My strength seems to flow out with every ounce of my blood and I can't hold on any longer. My feeble hands let go of her neck. I can hear her climaxing screams as my body falls to the side. The handle is all I can see, the blade completely embedded allows a new path for my hearts blood flow.

  I feel suspended as I float toward the floor. Visions invade my brain as I see my mother’s whorish grin, her hands strike me at one moment then grab and rob my innocence in another. Snapshots in time flutter in front of my eyes as there are too many men to count, men that love her and hate her all at the same time,
Her forcing me to watch things much to impressionable for a young boy’s mind. Her forcing me to do things, things that leave me feeling useless and humble. Embarrassed by her provocative comments in front of my friends. Hating her and feeling jealous as she gives her willing body away.

    My mind snaps back to reality as my body slams to the floor. I stare at the girl, surely she sees the fear in my eyes as darkness begins to overtake me. What have I done?  I realize now that  killing my mother did not save me from her, it only tied me tighter to her soul. I saw her face in every girl I killed and I keep killing because her image never went away. I can feel all of the conquered souls rushing out of me to their freedom, flowing as fast as my blood and taking my strength with them. Confusion overtakes my mind and tears gush down my cheeks. How did this happen?  What horrible things I have done.
 
  Suddenly, I realize; tonight I am the hunted, it is my death this time. It is God’s revenge. Out of the shadows, dark images appear. A feeling of despair overcomes me as they grab onto my limp body and start pulling. The pain of their touch is unbearable and I scream in agony. Thousands of boney fingers send all the pain I have caused right  back to me. I reach out to her, pleading for help. I am sorry…..it was not my fault, please don’t leave me.…don’t leave me!

  The last thing I see is an image of light floating away. I realize I was tricked by an Angel of God as the demons drag my helpless screaming body into the darkness. I understand now what I deserve, my face covered in tears and sorrow radiating the image of an innocent 8 year old boy who was never allowed to be normal. All of the agony I caused will  now haunt me forever and the piercing pain will never go away.