Jimmy Part 2 (standard:mystery, 838 words) [2/3] show all parts
Author: lowelldam	Added: Jan 07 2005	Views/Reads: 2803/3	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A story about a serial killer with a twist

Jimmy felt a sharp pain in his right hand and snapped awake quickly.  He
was back in his cell again.  He had eaten all of his bread and had 
started nibbling on his fingers but the first bite brought him out of 
his daze.  Now he was back in the grey, back in the void.  Jimmy 
screamed.  He began to cry, something he rarely did.  He hated himself 
for shedding tears now.  Crying in here was like giving up and that was 
something he could not bring himself to do.  He hated crying even more 
now than he did when he was a kid, crying now caused him to sleep.  He 
had been trying to avoid sleep because of his dreams.  The dreams he 
could not remember but knew they were horrendous.  He would wake up 
from these dreams covered in sweat and shaking with fear.  He tried to 
stay awake tonight.  He tried to stop crying.  He fell asleep while the 
tears dried on his cheeks. 

Jimmy is ten years old now.  He is playing in a ravine by the railroad
tracks where he found the kitten just two years before.  He loved this 
spot, it was quiet and nobody ever came down here.  He was able to play 
down here in peace.  He was able to do other things down here that 
brought him peace too.  He started coming down here a month after the 
incident with the kitten.  He walked through the creek, climbed the 
trees, watched the trains go by, and plenty of other things that a ten 
year old could think of to do.  But there was a spot down here that 
frightened him.  The train tracks were on top of the ravine and there 
was a long dark tunnel that the creek ran through to get to the other 
side.  He brought himself to the edge of the tunnel once but could not 
see the light from the other side.  Either the tunnel turned or it was 
longer than he wanted to believe.  He had heard stories while listening 
to the other kids that there was a dropoff at the center of the tunnel 
and the water ended up in an underground stream.  He knew this couldn't 
be true because there was a creek on the other side of the tracks but 
the tunnel on that side was bigger and he could see the light from the 
other side.  He didn't know what to believe so he just stayed away from 
it. 

A day after his ninth birthday Jimmy was down in the ravine and found a
dead animal.  It was struck by a train and had ended up in the 
creekbed.  He stared at the animal for a long time trying to figure out 
what it was.  He had never seen anything like this before down here.  
It was bigger than a raccoon but smaller than a dog.  It had light 
brown fur that was matted with blood.  It had a large nose area and a 
few sharp teeth.  "It's a woodchuck." he said to nobody but himself and 
picked it up by its hind leg.  He stared at the blood that had dried up 
around its snout.  He stared at the sharp teeth that were showing 
through its closed mouth, a mouth that would never open again he 
thought.  It was while he was staring at the woodchuck that he decided 
why he always wanted to come down here. 

Today he had found a rabbit, it wasn't quite dead yet but he knew it
wouldn't be long.  He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his 
pocket knife.  He opened the blade with careless ease.  He sat the 
rabbit down.  It tried to run.  It was quick but Jimmy was quicker.  He 
shoe came down on top of the rabbit and held in firmly in place.  He 
reach into his backpack and pulled out the mason jar he had brought 
with him.  He opened the lid and set the jar down next to the rabbit.  
He grabbed ahold of the rabbit again and brought the knife quickly 
across the throat of the rabbit.  The blood began to flow.  He dropped 
his knife and picked up the mason jar.  The blood drained slowly but he 
soon had a full jar.  He tossed the rabbit away into the creek, it had 
served its purpose.  He watched it as the creek slowly drifted the 
rabbit into the tunnel of darkness.  He shivered as it disappeared into 
the hole.  He held his prize up to the sun.  It glowed in the sunlight. 
 He loved the way it glistened in the light.  He brought the jar down 
and drank it quickly, it has to be fresh is what he always thought.  "I 
will not bleed to death." he said as he finished the last of the jar.  
He placed it back into his backpack.  It would be washed as soon as he 
got home and placed back into his pack for the next time.


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