Vengeance

 

‘Hey jerk! Get the heck out of here!’

Tim heard the words as he received a stinging pain in his ankles as another stone hit him. Tears were flowing down from his eyes…

Tears of anger.

(unleash)

‘Hey sicko! Can’t you hear? Go home to your mama and stay out!’ one of the cronies of the boy called out.

Tim got up. He couldn’t take it any longer.

(unleash)

It was the 5th of December. Perhaps, his favourite day. That was the day when….

He turned towards the boys. The footpath was already covered in snow. Lights were shining in some of the houses. But he wasn’t paying attention to that. He was focused on the boys.

He was furious.

(unleash)

‘Well, who wants to spend holidays with dunderheads like you, huh?’ Tim cried out. He could see the immediate reaction – a brick scarring his head. Blood dripped down.

‘What did ya say to me? Looks like he needs some strong medicine…get him!’ The leader cried out.

Then, they took off after Tim, chasing in the snow. He will see him, that wretched son of a rich black man…

Tim ran as fast as he could. His bicycle had disappeared long ago somewhere else. His feet pained very badly – one ankle had twisted. No, the treatment was too much far this time…

(only if they knew the taste of my black blood)

At last, Tim saw an empty bus-stop – its lights flickering in the gathering darkness. He immediately rushed into it, when suddenly,

‘WH-H-A-AM!’

A heavy punch suddenly made him fall face down on the floor. Looking up, he saw the three bullies standing next to him, their faces twisted in a malicious happy mood.

‘Well, you think yourself great, huh? Guess what?’ The leader said, now spitting on his face.

‘Santa’s gonna give you coal – your favourite colour huh? It’s black!’ The leader said, giving a hard kcik on his shoulder.

(UNLEASH)

Tim could feel the coldness again. No, he had already got into a lot of trouble…

‘Beat the hell out of him!’

‘But Jake…’

‘I DON’T CARE! BEAT THE HECK OUT OF HIM!’

‘Listen, Mikey’s right, Jake. I don’t…’

‘DO IT, YOU SISSYS!’

With that, he gave another kick – only to stub his toe on the iron railing. Jake howled out.

‘Sweet Mary, where did that –’

He turned around, and saw the two cronies just staring behind him. Their faces had suddenly become white.

‘Hey Mike? Yo Brendon! What the hell? Feelin’ cold?’

The two did not speak a word. They were as if hypnotized, looking directly at what was behind Jake’s back.

Jake turned back, and gasped out.

Whose face was looking at him from the dark corner of the room?

And where was that Afro?

Jake heard now gurgling sounds. It seemed to come from the face – the face was as if carved out of stone. It had no eyes, had two fork-like projections on his head, and was smiling at them with it's skeletal teeth...

‘Leiden….leiden…leiden.’ the voice spoke out. It had a bitter coldness in it. It seemed to come from the infernal depths of hell…

Jake wanted to run, but felt his legs transfixed. What the hell was happening over here?

‘Now look o-over here y-you piece of…’

Before he could say anything, his voice was interrupted by a chilling growling voice.

‘GESCHMACK DAS LEIDEN!’

And then, the flickering lights burst into pieces, covering the place in darkness…

***

‘Are you better now, Tim?’ Mrs. James asked his son.

‘I’m fine, Ma.’ The boy responded back.

‘Good.’

Then, after thinking something for a while, she said,

‘You didn’t…’

Tim stood up. The anger was returning again…

‘I had no choice Ma. Those pests were humiliating me! You know it can’t stop itself!’

‘But son…’

‘They deserved it.’

‘But…it was not right…I mean it’s…’

‘LEAVE ME ALONE MA! IT DID WHAT THEY DESERVED!’

Tim quietened down. Tears had appeared on his mother’s eyes…

‘I’m s-sorry, Ma. They teased me for being black…I couldn’t help it…my skin colour, they humiliated me…I couldn’t control myself…you heard him…it unleashes out itself whenever…’ his voice broke off.

He ran, climbed up the stairs, shut his door, and threw himself on his bed. The anger…oh the anger…

But now it was okay. Those thugs deserved it.

He looked into his softboard. There were seven newspaper cuttings over there – dealing with the strange disappearances which occurred around this time, beside the James’ residence. Mr. Arthur James absolutely had no idea why…

(I’m sorry, Dad.)

He went towards the window. Snow had started falling outside. The spirit of Christmas was getting into his senses…

Tomorrow another disappearance case for the Chicago police…they hadn’t even solved half the cases…

(All the wrong people going to prison lol. The poor ‘whites’…)

‘Better change your clothes.’ A cold voice suddenly came from a corner of the bedroom.

Tim turned, and said:

‘To remove the blood?’

‘And parts and bits of organs, yes. You completely massacred them, for heaven’s sake!’

Tim smiled – one of the very rare things the ‘dark’ kid did in the ‘white’ neighborhood…

‘Happy Krampus’ Night.’ Tim said.

The voice replied back, now showing it’s ever-horrifying face – in a voice coming from deeper than hell itself…a smile which still had dried blood on it…

‘You too, Tim. Same to you too…’

***

M.Macabre

05.12.2020

Dedicated to: Redi, R.Escreva