Nightmare Stare [Chapter: Three]

There I am again, walking across the bridge, only this time going into town. I focus my eyes on the spot where the angel was given to me. I walk around it, to not desecrate its purity. I keep walking, its a cold day. My hands are tense and burning. I keep them in my jacket pockets for warmth and my head down, pressed into my chest with my shoulders up. The back of my neck is freezing even with my beany pulled tightly around my head. I walk fast to try and escape the cold.

I finally make it to town. The loud bustling sounds of the cars and the array of screams from people remind me why I hardly ever leave home.

I walk into a diner. The bell jingles as I open the door, in with me walks a cold gust of wind that sends the day’s newspaper flying onto the ground around me. The attendants within all turn and look at me, their shallow judgmental eyes crucify me. How so much of an opinion can be made within the first gaze is beyond me. They all become tired of my presence and turn back to their food and/or coffee.

The warmth from inside almost burns my frozen body, but I maintain my composure.

“Oh, hello there!” The waitress behind the counter says to me with a smile and two closed eyes.
“You can seat yourself and I’ll be right with you.” She must have completely forgotten about the newspapers, or possibly never saw them to begin with. I decide that they should be back where they were and they were, and so they are.

I walk to my right and find an empty booth to sit at, alone. I find one and make myself comfortable, then I pull out my small note pad and a my pen and begin jotting ideas down, in no particular order.

-Jet black hair.
-Five foot one.
-Soft pale skin.
-Should be very small in frame.
-Green eyes.
-Full lips.
-A very delicate chin.

“Hello, today, sir. My name is Cindy and I’ll be your server, is there anything I can get you, something to drink?” Cindy asks breaking my concentration.
“Yes, I’d like a coffee and a slice of key lime pie, please.” I answer with a smile and two closed eyes. She finally leaves with a ‘Comin’ right up!’ and now its back to business.

-Small feet.
-Thin legs.
-Size 0 waist.
-Straight white teeth.
-A very proportional nose.

“Okie doke, sir!” Its Cindy again, groan. “Here’s your key lime pie and your cup of coffee!” I watch as she sets the two objects down…and she has the most beautiful hands I’ve ever seen in my life. I have to have them!

She puts her right hand in her apron pockets and pulls out the bill, as she sets it on the table I pull out an axe from my jacket. I grab the hand by the knuckles, and before she knows it I hack the entire hand off, surprisingly in only one slash, from the wrist. She screams in agony and falls over backwards. I put the hand in my inner left jacket pocket and stand to my feet. I look around the diner, everyone is looking at me with the same blank stare as when I walked in. I stand above Cindy and pry her left arm from the wrist of her right. I hold on tight to the left hands fingers, a jumbled mess, and slice the wrist from the hand.

Her vehement screams begin to irritate me, so I put the left hand in my right inner jacket pocket and then reach into my left pant pocket. I pull out a twenty dollar bills and toss it onto the table, she just made a seventeen dollar tip.

Then I leave the diner.


-Sir Jestro