Pure, Murderous Hate

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The Stranger


There was an unmistakable expression on the stranger’s face. Pure, murderous hate.

It was very cold at 5:30 in the morning on a February day in Bridgeport, Connecticut. It seemed much colder for Sadie Moore who was about to feel the wrath of death invade her soul. She stood before a steel pole driven into the chilly earth as her hands were bound behind the pole.

"God, help me," she whispered.

"He won’t," the stranger echoed in a deep haunting voice. "I tried asking him for help,

and he failed me."

Sadie Moore sniffled as she heard the stranger’s voice coming in from a distance. However, it was clear.

"I don’t want to kill, but it’s the damn curse I have hanging over me," he started. "I blame my mother."

The stranger started thinking about the voodoo curse his mother had put on him. He thought about how she had cooked him a meal using her own menstrual discharge and put it in his food. She watched him eat it and later explained to him what she had done. She told him that she had full control over him, and he had to do her bidding. His father was a complete womanizer and slept with so many women. Which drove his mother to the state of madness. She wanted revenge, and she cursed her only son.

A foot scuffed the earth behind her. She closed her eyes and begged for God’s help as her prayers were tripping one over the other. The mumbling of her prayers proved fruitless as she felt the knife quickly enter from behind. It felt more like a punch than a stab as she crumbled awkwardly to the ground. The knife was covered with blood as the stranger pulled it out slowly. He wiped the blood off on his pants and repeatedly stabbed her again. The expression on his face was that of a madman. Her piercing screams caused no ripple on the surface of the sleeping city, other than to send pigeons towards the sky.

Dark shadows dribbled across the parking lot of an old abandoned warehouse on Railroad Avenue. Sadie Moore was in that parking lot fighting death for her last breath. She tried to catch a glimpse of the stranger, but her eyes had failed her. Death was coming on too strong.

She sensed lurking in the deepest shade close to the condemned building, dark ghosts wanting to take her away. They were forming a circle around her reminding her of all the evil things she did. She was a whore, and there was no need to use any other word to describe that fact. She knew it, and she also knew that someday she’d pay for selling her flesh. That day had come, and it came with vengeance. Finally, she saw no light, only darkness, then death. The stranger just stood there, he listened a little longer, and waited for Sadie Moore to bleed out. She did.

"God, can you help me, please?"

There was no answer.

"Please!"

Silence.

© 2011 Frank Atanacio

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Moms-Secret 4 years ago from Central Florida

Wow Frank, how do you get so much of a story in so few words? I mean, I do a lot of short and sweet but it still took me 132 pages to deliver the story. I had a lot of questions about the crazy mom. Intrigued. To be continued...

Note: I voted, but I didn't click funny. Just saying...


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Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton Author

you are too good to my stories bless you for that// it's odd though how the words don't line up tried correcting it on edit page but they get published worse with everyt edit so I left it alone.. you do see what I mean right?


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Moms-Secret 4 years ago from Central Florida

LOL... no worries Frank. You could have played it off completely. You see your main character is clearly unstable and we are in his head so why would we want anything other than abstract word art. I thought it added to his level of disturbance...

What do you think?


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Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton Author

I think you just like to put a smile on my face.. kind words.. yeah ...


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Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton Author

shelton is in Connecticut LOL


Golden Field 4 years ago

Oh, lol!


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

thanks Golden Field ...


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cam8510 2 years ago from Columbus, Georgia until the end of November 2016.

I just finished a science fiction story that I decided not to post here because I was concerned it might be too dark. After reading yours, I think I might be able to put mine up. Well done, Frank.


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you Cam look forward to reading it


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Bishop55 2 years ago from USA

I had these thoughts as I read this (and please know I am an avid horror fan with a good strong stomach) "Oh my gosh!" "oh that's disgusting"! I had visuals in my head as I read this. Well done Frank.


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Frank Atanacio 20 months ago from Shelton Author

thank you Bishop :) I think lol


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tillsontitan 20 months ago from New York

Poor, poor Sadie. A hard way to pay for her sins from the man that felt condemned himself. This was almost torture to read as you had her die slowly and painfully. Well done yet again.

Voted up, awesome, and interesting.


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Frank Atanacio 20 months ago from Shelton Author

thank you til for enduring the torture..LOL


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lisavanvorst 20 months ago from New Jersey

Chilling, What a nerving crime story. You definitely have the attention of your readers. Great job.!


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Frank Atanacio 20 months ago from Shelton Author

thanks again lisa for checking out this too


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FlourishAnyway 6 months ago from USA

You capture insanity and evil.so well. Oh the details!


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Frank Atanacio 6 months ago from Shelton Author

thank you flourish... :)


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lisavanvorst 6 months ago from New Jersey

Stopped by again to visit this story. Still gives me chills though out my body. A story like this can be true in today's crime filled world.


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Frank Atanacio 6 months ago from Shelton Author

Lisa thanks for stopping by again 14 months later :)

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