The night air filled with vibrations of the music that sang for a large cheering crowd. Flashing lights penetrated the violet blue twilight in a small valley surrounded by woods and a single dirt highway packed with cars. The Bands Clash Party began right as the sun sank turning the violet blue into a dark sinister red. The teenagers of this local town had gathered here for the music and the drugs that would be circulating throughout the evening. Many of the young teenage girls dressed in shirts and skirts that where too low and too short and the boys went shirtless and no adult was in sight to stop them from having fun. This was the paragon to a teenage wasteland which was what most of these teenagers needed and desired after the confinement of the school year.
While most of the teenagers where high by the stage and dancing drunkenly as band after band played, five teenagers slipped out of the crowd and into the nearby woods. They had stolen the last of the stash of weed that the seller had near the stage.
Two of the teenagers, a girl with red curly hair and a slim body that made many of the boys who saw her melt in their shoes smirked and a boy with blonde hair and obviously the son of a rich family made prominent by his high summer end cloths on, looked miserable.
“We’ll see you guys in a bit, Justin and I have unfinished business.” The girl grabbed the boy’s arm and pulled him deeper into the woods.
“Okay Vikki we will be over there.” Another boy replied, obviously the jock of the group with huge muscles, tan skin and dark hair, gesturing to a huge tree that seemed to be in a small clearing far off in the woods in the other direction. Vikki nodded then took off with the Justin.
Justin turned back to the boy and yelled “Okay see you Charlie.”
The jock watched them, remembering another girl with blond hair and green eyes. Another girl with short black hair came up to him and put her hand on his shoulder and looked at him sympathetically. The other boy with sandy California surfer hair was already walking to the tree that seemed to loom in the dark forest.
When Vikki and Justin were well away from the others she shoved him against a tree.
“Alright you little fuck, give me what I came for!” the bubbly cute personality was devoured by ominous, crazy looking girl.
“Not until you give me the pictures!” the boy responded just as headstrong. She smirked and pulled out a hand full of pictures from her pink purse. He snatched them from her sun kissed hands. Justin looked at them and shuffled through them making sure all of them were there. He sighed with relief and then grabbed a fist full of money and thrust it toward Vikki.
“Pleasure doing business.” Vikki smiled, back to her mask of bubbly happiness. Justin snarled and walked away shoving his hands into his pockets. He walked toward the direction that their friends went. Vikki leaned against the tree, feeling the bark on the small of her back and her bare legs. She counted the money and smiled to herself. All three hundred was there.
She looked up at the stars and felt the vibrations from the gigantic speakers from the distant stage, but she also felt something wasn’t right. It was a prickling sensation on her shoulder like someone was watching her. She then herd rustling, she turned. She held her breath wondering in horror if it was that ‘The Gutter’ killer, who had killed some fat rich guy in the next town over.
The Gutter was said to have ripped out the man’s stomach and intestines and cooked it and fed it to him while he was slowly dying. Above the enormous corpse written in blood was one word. Gluttony. The hundreds of teenagers who had come to this concert had little concern for ‘The Gutter’. They were not guilty of any unholy sins. ‘The Gutter’ however had been burning in the back of Vikki’s mind ever since she saw the morning news two days before.
Her eyes grew wider as she saw movement. She stuffed the money in her purse and began to hastily walk back to join the others. She didn’t want be alone in these woods…but she wasn’t. As she walked she was suddenly tackled from behind, she felt a sharp pain as something stabbed into her back.
She let out a painful chilling scream as a shadow took out the knife from her back and turned her over. Sticky hot blood oozed out and began to form a small puddle under Vikki’s body. She looked up to see a hooded figure looming over her.
The long hooded jacket was a dark blue color. The shadow was wearing skinny blue jeans and brown combat boots. Vikki could not make out the face; the hood concealed it in darkness that looked endless, chilling, and black. She noticed that whoever this shadow was, they were small, but strong. With one hand the hooded assailant held Vikki to the ground with a firm grip.
She struggled and trashed about, but could not get free. The hooded figure grabbed the hood and pulled it back. Vikki gasped to see that the hood figure looked like a teenager and not a child at all. However the only details that she could make out in her panic and in the darkness were the hot red dyed bangs that covered dark eyes that stared lifelessly in her own. The eyes oddly seemed sad with deep dark circles under them.
“Admit your sin” the attacker whispered in a voice that rang deep and rasped that made it sound like some accent she didn’t recognize. The shadow brought the knife to Vikki’s throat.
“You’re…you’re ‘The Gutter’!” Vikki shrieked in trembling horror. Her mind raced about what this maniac would do to her. Would he make her eat her own guts too? Or would he do something else? Vikki began to scream, screeching for anyone to come save her, but her screams were drowned out by the load music that resonated from the stage.
“They can’t her you…” ‘The Gutter’ purred in her ear as he took the knife and put the flat of it to the side of her face as he drag the sharp piece of metal gently along her skin. “You’ll be alright if you tell me the evil you’ve done.” ‘The Gutter’s’ eerie voice somehow calmed Vikki and she stopped screaming. ‘The Gutter’ put a cold hand to Vikki’s forehead and seemed to be awkwardly rubbing her head. “I promise…” ‘The Gutter’ smiled through chapped lips.
“I…fuck people then get them to pay money to keep me quiet.” Vikki’s voice was surprisingly calm and matter of fact. She felt faint as if she was slowly fading away. The sharp pain in her back seemed to have gone numb.
“That boy you did this to him too. Why do people care about keeping you quiet?” ‘The Gutter’s’ voice went dark. His hands tightened on Vikki’s hair.
“The guys I do don’t want their girlfriends to know or I told them I would go to the police and tell them they slept with an underage girl.” ‘The Gutter’s’ eyes narrowed realizing that the girl was probably fifteen, three years younger than them. Vikki took a shaky breath and continued like a puppet under the killer’s control. “I did Justin’s dad. I knew if I went to Justin, and blackmailed him, he wouldn’t go to the police because he wouldn’t want his father to be disgraced… so he paid me off.”
‘The Gutter’ looked at her and twisted his head in a strange circular stretch. ‘The Gutter’ pulled his hand away from the girl’s hair and suddenly the fear rushed back in her veins. She began struggle and scream as ‘The Gutter’s’ powers left her mind. ‘The Gutter’ then plunged the knife into the girl’s stomach and dragged the blade down and up, blood burst from the gashes. The blood flowed from her like her drowning screams. ‘The Gutter’ began to stab Vikki in her torso and blood erupted from her mouth. ‘The Gutter’ grabbed Vikki’s face and smashed her head into ground with all of his strength again and again and again.
For a moment Vikki looked at the figure and thought she saw black wing, her eyes widened as the light begin to leave her eyes.
“Demon?” Vikki said in a last horrified whisper. The hooded figure snarled and jerked the knife from the corpse. Vikki lay limp. Motionless. Dead. Blood circled around her and almost looked like broken wings.
‘The Gutter’ breathless got up from the blood covered ground. From a deep pocket, pale hands pulled out a small container of gasoline and poured it on the girl’s body. ‘The Gutter’ pulled on his hood. He takes out a match and throws it on the body. The fire leaped happily, consuming the corpse.
“I’m no demon…I am the light and you are the demon.” The killer looked at the fire where the human girl burned.
In the distance the four other teens, now high on weed, saw a light in the woods. Their blurry vision and drug induced calmness didn’t let them see what exactly the light was or the figure coming at them in a twisted motion, drunk on its own blood lust. The figure reached them and stood before the tree and lifted a bloody knife.
A crack seemed to fly in the air. The four teens were awakened as if someone had slapped them in the face and found themselves in a nightmare. As the fire behind the ominous figure grew, the gentle dark voice of the figure said,
“Little lambs come to the shepherd and let me rip the evil from you!” A bloody smile appeared from the hood. The figure walked up to the girl with black short hair.
“Nice hair, I like it.” There was a flash of silver and then red.
3 days later
Detective Danny Burton yawned loudly and stretched in his chair. He had gotten the case 72 hours ago and Burton hadn’t taken a break in 46. He picked up the folder in front of him. The file said the initial call was a forest fire. However when the fire was cleared four bodies were found. The only survivor was a boy by the name of Justin Marcus. He currently is unable to answer any questions due to his unstable mental health. When Burton went to speak to the boy in the hospital he had scratched his arms bloody. He was frail and scared. Burton reached over and pulled out a recorder and pressed the play button and listened.
“Alright Justin can you tell me what happened?” he heard his own voice sturdy and direct from the recorder, but inside he shook with the fear knowing what this killer had done. First there was silence.
“The angel, angel killed them… they are guilty, guilty. Lust, wrath, greed. Blood, blood BLOOD!!” Justin’s voice echoed in an insane crescendo slur.
“Clam down, did the angel say anything? Why is he doing this?” There was a laugh, a sick tormented laugh and Burton remembered the blank stare the boy had given him.
“Angel says that ‘HE’ is here to rip the evil from us.” In his mind Justin returned to the past. “Angel ripped them open, all of them, cut words into their skin. Angel touch me, knife but hand stopped and I felt…” He stops for a long time his memory to broken to recall.
“What did you feel?”
“Bad things…” Here was more silence then a blood curtailing succession of screams. They rang out and voices sounded through the room and the recorder ended. Burton sat back in his chair. He remembered right then and there Justin began to attempt to scratch his own throat out. He looked at the file again and continued.
The bodies were found gutted and burned. The corpses were in the position with their arms starched and legs together to resemble Christ on the cross. Burton knew exactly who had done this. The Gutter. He had been chasing this killer for a long time. The public only knew of nineteen cases, but there were more, much more. ‘The Gutter’ had been speculated to have killed about thirty three more people.
They had no leads so far. However Burton had speculated that the killings weren’t committed by the same person. All the killings could be grouped into four different categories. The four were shootings, strangulation, poisoning and finally gutting. The only thing the detectives had had was the tactful way the killer or killers analyzed and killed their victims. The killer left no trace, no DNA, and security cameras never caught the killer. This person had been a professional or at least had training, but why the religious killing? Why were they killing people who he judged to be wicked?
Another detective came up to Burton and places another folder on his desk. In a cold voice she responded.
“The Marcus boy killed himself an hour ago. He left this” She tapped the folder. Burton nodded and took the file and read the note that the boy had left. It was covered in blood splatter.
‘I keep seeing that face and those pale black eyes and red hair. An angry angel here to cleanse us of our sins and she let me live. Her voice was so soft and soothing. Her voice is in my head IN MY DREAMS I KEEP HEARING HER!!!! I stabbed her just to make her stop taking in my head. She said that she’ll see me again! I can’t see that FUCKING FACE AGAIN! I CAN’T HEAR HER VOICE AGAIN! So I’m sorry mom, dad and Jenny but I’m going to take this revolver put it in my mouth and pull the trigger,
The detective looked up in shock. The whole office went quiet and studied the detective’s face as he stood and looked at them with a sense of urgency. He knew that the final piece was in his reach.
“We are looking for a woman with red hair who was stabbed… call every hospital near the valley, FIND HER!” Burton yelled. The room exploded as people swarmed around telephones and computers searching for the girl. They didn’t know that ‘The Gutter’ was already far away and well. She wasn’t red head anymore. She was just another ghost, but vary soon the angel would find another demon and rip the evil from them.
In a small town far away a girl sits on a wet bench in the early morning gray drizzle. Her black dyed hair was hidden with a blue hood. She has thrown away the blue jacket she had. There was too much blood on it and couldn’t be washed out. She still wore the skinny jeans and combat boots. All the stains on them looked dark brown and smelled of earthy leaves.
Her dull black eyes roamed the groups of people with their colorful umbrellas that decorated this gray day. She spotted the black. It appeared wrapped around a brother and sister. The boy looked like a thug with a tough expression on his face and his school uniform disheveled. He was probably about fourteen years old. The girl was in a wheel chair and looked pensively at the glass windows where a television flashed images of happy parents and a smiling little girl. She suddenly became aware of the knife she hid in her right boot. The angel got up and walked in the directions of the siblings blanketed in the darkness.
Credit To – M. Smith