A rainy day

I woke up today to the sound of rain. I love this constant knocking on my window. It relaxes me in a way nothing else can. I was happy I had to go to class in this weather. I took my coat, but no umbrella because the best thing about rain is getting wet with it.

I went out and could smell the freshness of the air. Sadly, it had just stopped raining, but water had already accomplished its goal. The air was clean and humid and the taste in my mouth was salty. It was a little cold, mainly because of the wind that was starting to blow.

Streets were wet and accumulating water, as if they were welcoming autumn and storing as much liquid as they could for the next hot summer.  I could hear the sound of wheels against the pavement, lifting water and spreading it around.

I looked up and realized why I felt the wind blowing so hard. The clouds were making way for the sun and I was sure I had to just wait a little while for a rainbow to appear. I discovered up in the sky a space between two dark clouds were light had managed to make its way through. It looked exactly as if God were trying to speak to humans over those grey large balls of cotton. The landscape was so perfect that I thought for once people were actually going to listen.

Halloween Horror Story

Suddenly, I am not able to see him anymore. I have to remain quiet to hear every movement he makes and catch the sound of his breath. Even though he is terrified, he needs oxygen to keep running from me. I couldn’t have chosen a night more perfect than this one. There is no moon and the clouds cover every star in the sky. I know this forest as the back of my hand, so I don’t need my eyes to see where I’m going. The freezing wind is my ally; he is not going to last much longer before he begs me to end it.

But, what is the use of killing if I can’t do some foreplay before? Maybe I could warn him that this has just started. I hear a branch crack: there he is again! I start running and he does the same with that shivering tempo I love the most. I should do this more often, I had forgotten how good it feels. He is about to get to the lake; I wonder what this one will do. They are getting so creative!

Ah! He got into the water, I couldn’t have asked for more on this Halloween night. They think they can hold their breath long enough so that I can’t find them, but what they don’t know is that the time without breathing makes them too weak to fight back when I stab them after finding them, which always happens.

My patience will be well rewarded. I caught a real fighter. He probably got that from the filthy business he was involved in. The harder it is, the better the kill. He was underneath the water for almost a minute. Impressive considering how much we have already been running. This is a promising night for sure. Slowly, I take the knife out and take big steps into the lake. At this stage, he is probably almost deft after the loud music in the car. I think he doesn’t hear me coming. I have become an excellent swimmer after all the late practices.

I grab him from the back. He resists. I hold him tight. There is a mix of fear and relief when he understands it is about to be over. Another mistake: it is not over until I say so. I pull him into the water, once, twice… Now he is beginning to realize he still has more battles to fight before it is over.

I release him from my mortal hug and he jumps out of the water. He runs directly to my favorite spot between the trees. He falls right into the trap and I calmly meet him there. As if I were the director on a movie, the clouds let a glimpse of light through and he looks at my shinning knife terrified. Now it will be over. That beautiful last breath of a man’s life is what keeps me motivated on cleaning this dirty world.

He surely got that coming for him.