___ ___ / | Sovereigns | \ As the shovel speaks unto the ground, / | of | \ / | Bell | | \ Hands that cannot build must steal. / /| | __________ | | \ / / | | / \| |_ With love to Ma Bell. / / |__| / | \ \ / ---------\ | \ |\ \ /__________ \ | \ | \ \ / \ | ||__\ \ Issue #9 By Dr. No / \ | \ Shhh Honey, I Think \__________________/_________ /__________/ It's Right Outside.. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- We had just gotten home from the movies, and my parents still weren't home. It was about 10:00pm, so it was already dark outside. I turned on a few lights and asked her what she wanted to do. She said she wanted to relax on the couch for a little bit, but I had other, more active, plans. I asked her if she wanted something to drink, and she said sure, so we walked into my kitchen. As we walked in the door to the kitchen, I had to stop to marvel. We had just moved in a little while back, and I was still amazed at how cool and modern it looked. Straight ahead of me was a full sized window that looked out upon our side yard, and at our neighbor's house. They also had one, and it looked directly at ours. Sometimes when I was bored, I'd sit there and watch my neighbors mill around, and catch a glimpse every once and a while of their daughter, Millissa. In the middle of this grand kitchen was a table that we all sat at to eat, do work, etc. On my right was a door to the porch, and to the left of the door was a sink, dish washer, and cabinet where we put dishes and other kitchen shit. To the right of the door it was bare, and across from the door, immediately to the left of where I was standing, there was a walk-in pantry, where my family kept a lot of the dried and canned food. To the right of the pantry was a little table against the wall, and a refrigerator. Anyway, enough of new homes and gardens, back to reality. I walked over to the fridge and grabbed a couple of drinks, and walked back over to the table. We sat down, and she started talking about one of her classes at school, and what had happened that day. I wasn't real interested, and my eyes wandered to the window. I was staring out into our neighbor's house again. I couldn't help it, it was a habit. I always ended up doing this when my father lectured me too. They were sitting there watching TV, because they had made that room that the window was in their living room instead of their kitchen like we had. I couldn't see Millissa, so bored again, I looked out onto the street, and noticed something sneaking around in the front yard, trying hard not to be seen. It was darting from tree to tree, and had a faint blue light that was scanning the ground in front of it, and then moved up the walk and pointed at the neighbor's front door. It wandered up, and then knelt at the door and started playing with the lock. My girlfriend finally noticed that I wasn't paying attention and said "Are you listening to me?" "Hang on, it looks like someone is trying to break into the neighbor's house." "What are you crazy," She said, and then her face took on a different look as I pointed out the figure, still kneeling at the door. "We have to call the neighbors and let them know before someone gets hurt" I quickly picked up the phone, heeding her advice, and stood there, looking out the huge window into their house. Ring... Ring... "Hello?" A beautiful voice said, which I recognized as Millissa's. "Millissa? Look out your window next door" She did, and smiled. "Hey, what's going on?" "Well, to be blunt, I think someone is trying to break in your house." "What?? Are you serious? Where?" "It's coming in through your front door. Quick, tell your dad to get his .44." "Okay, hang o........" The line had gone dead, and I was shaking, and uncontrollably at that. Then I heard a scream. And ear piercing scream, just like you see in the movies. Except this was real, so real that I watched her wonderful body be smeared across the window right in front of me, gore coating the window and it's surroundings. I was surprised that she hadn't gone through the window, she had been hit so hard by something from behind and her stomach had been practically thrown all over the window. I dropped the phone, and my girlfriend screamed. The blue light was inside Millissa's house, and it was pointing straight at my chest through the two windows. I quickly ducked down, and moved out of the way, so he couldn't see me through the window. I then noticed the blue light outside, flashing around in no apparent pattern. I hushed my girlfriend, as she was quaking in fear, and about to scream. I put her in the walk-in pantry next to me, and went and got my knife that was on top of the refrigerator. I strapped the case to my waist, and then pulled the knife from the belt. It was a wicked knife, the blade about six inches long, waving in and out, forming a menacing, jagged, serrated edge, and coming to a double point like a snakes tongue, with both sides as sharp as the high pitched scream my girlfriend would have uttered, had I not stopped her. I pressed myself up against the wall to the side of the door, standing where I couldn't be seen from outside. I then watched as the strange blue light came across the porch, and then up over the floor, and then around and about the kitchen, looking, scanning. It then stopped, and blinked out like a candle in a warm summer breeze. Then I heard a small click as it grasped the doorknob and slowly turned it. Then in one swift motion, the holder of the blue light slammed into the door and burst inside, gun leveled. Luckily for me, we had installed a little door stopper that prevented the door from slamming into the wall behind it, and the door came about two inches from my nose, and then stopped. He saw a movement on the counter across from him, which was probably a rat, and let his trigger finger itch run wild. He sprayed the room in a sweeping motion, not exactly aiming, keeping the weapon at a constant height. My thoughts flashed for a moment to my girlfriend in the closet, wondering if she had just stood there, or had the brains enough to duck down. I decide not to worry about it for the moment and turned my attention back to the intruder. He had stopped shooting, and stood there, looking around, smoke wafting from the end of his gun, surveying the room. When he was content that nothing else in the room was going to move, he took a step forward and shut the door I was hiding behind. That's when I made my move. I swung my wicked knife as hard as I could, across the man's throat. This move took him totally by surprise, and the artery I cut spilled it precious fluid all over my knife, hand, and arm. I jerked the knife out of his neck, and turning it so that it pointed downwards in my hand, buried it to the hilt in his throat, above his breastbone pointing down towards his heart. The man slowly collapsed to the floor, his life taken from his body. I breathed a sigh of relief, and stopped for a minute to compose myself and let my adrenaline wear out. I then thought again about my girlfriend in the closet, and went to open the door. I stopped with my hand on the doorknob, and looked at the bullet holes cris-crossing the door in a pattern like an X stretched out lengthwise. I then slowly turned the doorknob and looked inside. She was slumped against the back shelf, her chin on her chest, with no apparent strength in her. I took one step forward, and put a soft finger under her chin. I gently lifted her head up and watched in horror as it limply fell over, exposing the blood coating her throat and chest. The bullets had first swept across her throat, and then evidently as she was falling, one had entered her throat above her breastbone, going down towards her heart. I was so shocked at the gruesome sight that I could only stare in horror. The agony that filled me was unbelievable, and I looked from her throat to the bloody knife in my hand, and understood what I had to do. I slowly brought it up to my navel, and forced it into my gut. I screamed in pain as I pulled it up my abdomen and into my chest, but not a physical pain. The pain in my mind was beyond everything else I was experiencing. The knife cut my breastbone right in half, it was so sharp, and I opened my chest, exposing my heart and lungs. I grasped my heart in my right hand, the heart that had given itself to the woman I loved, the woman now lying with lead imbedded in her body, the lead feared by many yet used by all, the little lead leeches that suck the life from you and destroy your happiness and well being. I turned my attention back to my heart, the heart that people kill, rape, and die for, the heart that causes people to hurt themselves out of the need for the companionship of another equally worthless and devilish heart. I despised and hated this heart, yet needed it to survive this heartless world and obeyed it's cruel and unusual wishes. These were the things that ran through my mind as I crushed this devil in my hand, this devil that we depended on, the devil and perpetrator of evils that we cannot live without. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- | Sovereigns Of Bell Issue # | | Call these 3l33+ BBS: Or Mail Us At : | | The Truth Sayer's Domain - 210-493-9975 - SoB WHQ lmb@tenet.edu | | Red Dawn-2 - 410-263-2258 - Affiliated Board | | Or, Join our mailing list! Mail lmb@tenet.edu and just tell us you wanna | | subscribe. 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