Little devil named cupid

 

It's cold, I find myself in the woods, leaning on a tree, I feel a strong ache in my chest.

 

Vince, Heartigen 38 years old, used to be in the swat team of LAPD, a long time ago.

But now...

 

I think it’s a bullet wound right where my heart is supposed to  be.. I’m bleeding, don’t have too much time. I see something a small man maybe, or a child!

With a twisted face. It has wings on its back, I notice a body lying next to me..

A male probably in his 20s.

What am I doing here, how did I got here, what happened. 

The little man comes closer to the body.. turns it over, face up. I keep my hand on the wound. How did I survive the shot? Maybe I’m dead, and this is hell?

The weird thing tears the man's shirt, on its back hangs a rifle. I guess cupid gone wild on this case, no more bow & arrow, the creature cuts the mans chest, starts digging in.

I hear something, a familiar voice, a woman's voice, I can’t tell what’s she trying to say, the voice is too far.

 

Back in L.A I lived in a small apartment, lonely, cold apartment. I work as a detective. In some lousy office. The last job I took was some guy suspecting his lover cheating on him whit his wife’s Brother. Sick fucks!

I got divorced 10 years ago. Rory my ex, maid sure I would leave the house naked, no strings. She said the work changed me, maid me a hard, sleepless prick. She was right.

 

The baby has probably finished its meal, i'm looking over to check. Yeah it’s done, the heart was pulled out of the body to serve this creature. I’m next!

I hear the voice again. The twisted cupid comes closer, I need a smoke, this will hurt.

Cupid sends his arm to my wound, I’m weak, no use of straggle...

Suddenly I hear a loud noise... a shot.

 

I watch cupid fall and his twisted face half gone! Someone pulled the trigger on a shotgun Wright to cupid’s head.. This voice again. It’s her, Rory? She still looks good, after all these years. But something tells me I would rather cupid now.

 

She stands in front of me, holding a duel barrel shotgun, back in the days the sight of her with a gun would turn me on. Tease days are long gone.

 

Hi babe. I try to sound sweet. Tell me you have a smoke for a dieing prick?

She lights 2 cigarettes, and hands me one, missed me babe? She asks, almost as if expecting a 'yes' for an answer.

What brings you here? I’m trying to buy more time, no answer! As she lifts up the gun, I’m getting the feeling that our conversation is over. The barrel sticks to my forehead. I pull my knife out as if it will help, your still a prick, bringing a knife to a gunfight It wasn’t too long until she realized the blade is in her throat, thank god for jumpy knifes ha babe? She falls, a pile of blood in the snow.. Why Rory? What made you do it... my long lost love is dead now, and I’m going to find out why.

My head hurts, I hear a siren

cops?

 

20.10.2005

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