Avalon

 

I’m tired.

I’m tired and scared and still running. My throat is killing me, it’s itching and running isn’t helping.

“G-gas station,” Flint pants, pulling me toward the lights.

We slow down a little as the lights get closer and closer. I look down at our joined hands, he’s never let my hand go since we ran away from the asylum.

I shudder when the memory of that bastard seeps into my mind. He went too far this time. He’d never taken off my panties or tied me down to the bed since I got committed to that place. I didn’t stay there for long, but he sure as hell used every chance he could get to touch me.

When we finally stop in front of the store at the gas station I start coughing. I can’t breathe, my chest contracts and my vision goes black.

“W-water. Y-you need water,” Flint says, panicked. He pulls me inside the shop and walks between the aisles. Grabbing a bottle he opens the cap and places the bottle to my lips. I gulp down half of the bottle. The cold water is total bliss for my sore throat.

“Hey! What are you two doing there?! You need to pay,” the cashier hollers at us.

Hand in hand with Flint, we walk toward him. “W-w-we don’t have m-mo-money” Flint starts to explain. “We… we’ve been in an a-ac-accident.

The cashier huffs, but nods at us. “Okay, that’s on me, then. You should call 911, but it’s Halloween so I don’t know if they’d really believe any phone calls,” he says and goes back to his desk.

“T-Th-Thank you, mate,” I hear Flint say, but my focus is on something else… on somebody else; on the guy wearing a priest’s costume and mimicking Flint to the girl next to him. He mocks his stutter and the girl in her ridiculously slutty school girl costume is laughing like it’s the funniest thing she ever heard.

“T-Th-Thank you, mate,” I hear the guy says through his laughter.

“Did you see the look on their faces? They’re freaks,” the girl joins his mocking, laughing even louder.

“Leave it. I-I’m used to it,” Flint whispers at me when we get out of the shop. His eyes are sad and he bows his head slightly. That breaks my heart. He’s amazing. He saved me. He’s kind, handsome, strong…

Kill them, Avy.

They deserve to die.

Kill them.

I smile at myself.

Okay, Daddy, I think to myself before letting Flint’s hand go.

“What hap-happened? Wh-where are you go-going?”

I see the sign on the right, where the couple went. “Restroom. I’ll be back.”

“Okay. I-I need to clean up, too,” he says and walks to the restrooms with me.

I wait until he goes into males’ and smile when I see the couple heading toward the ladies’ room, kissing and giggling. I didn’t think they would make it so easy for me.

I touch the pocketknife in my pocket. I’m glad Flint’s given me the guard’s pants. The fucker brought a pocketknife with him, probably to cut me out of the ropes he tied me with.

I grit my teeth, the rage filling me up as I remember that moment, how fucking vulnerable I felt. I shake my head and enter the ladies’ room.

The couple is fucking against the wall, their clothes are tossed on the floor; they couldn’t even wait to get inside one of the stalls it seems. I pad toward them slowly, waiting for the perfect moment. They don’t hear me as they are busy moaning and grunting like animals. And just when they break apart from their heavy kissing I let my knife lick across the guy’s neck.

The blood sprays over the girl, causing her to freeze with shock and before she can even scream I stab her repeatedly until I can feel the calm in my veins.

I look down at the two people, lying in front of my feet with their blood gushing out of their wounds, their lives leaving their miserable bodies.

I smile as I leave them there. Just when I’m about to go out of the door I remember the words the cashier said.

It’s Halloween.

Grabbing the girl’s clothes from the floor, I put them on. The pleated skirt barely covers my panties, the white shirt is so thin it’s almost see through. My knee length socks are the only things that give me some kind of warmth, but I look different. They would never recognize me in these clothes so a little cold is something I could deal with. Everything is splattered with blood but who would even think it was real on Halloween.

I lift the priest costume in my arms and leave the ladies’ room. Flint’s already waiting for me there and his eyes widen when he sees me. His eyes roam over me, his lips parted as he takes a few steps toward me.

“Avalon…” he breathes out.

The way he looks at me warms me from head to toe. My body throbs with excitement, my skin breaks into goosebumps and I shiver at the tingling sensation running through my spine.

“You’d better wear this,” I whisper. I don’t know why I’m whispering, but whatever it is between us made the air thick with tension and I don’t want to break this spell I’m under.

“What have y-you done?” he whispers slowly. There’s not judgment in his words, only curiosity and maybe a little bit of wonder, adoration.

I smile shyly. “They won’t be able to mock you anymore.”

“Y-y-you killed them?”

I nod.

“For me?”

I nod again.

He licks his lips. His eyes linger on my breasts. When he lifts his eyes back at me, they’re on fire. My breath hitches, my mouth dries.

“Wait for me here,” he murmurs and enters the ladies’ room. A few minutes later when he gets out he’s in priest clothes and he looks sinfully attractive.

“We need to h-hide them or b-burn them,” he says. His voice is serious, but his eyes have a hard time focusing somewhere other than my breasts.

I bite my lip, “Whatever you say, Father.”

He smirks at me and winks before going to the pump to wet his old sweatpants with gas. He holds it away from his body and throws it over to the bodies. I give him a branch I find next to the restroom door and he uses it to set a fire.

For a moment we stay there and watch the flames surround the bodies, the smoke starts to fill up the space and then I close the door.

Flint pulls me toward the bike and we jump on it.

“We don’t have keys,” I say as I wrap my arms around his waist.

He lifts his hand, holding a key. “I do. It was in the guy’s pocket.”

I smile when the engine roars to life. The adrenaline is still pumping through my veins and the speed only makes it burn brighter.

My smile turns to giggles and before long I’m laughing louder than ever on the highway in a schoolgirl costume, riding behind a priest.

I like what my life is turning into…