Avery Weston (selfdestructive) wrote in horror_story, @ 2013-04-04 22:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | avery, complete, cycle002, emma |
Who: Avery and Emma
What: Cousin time; Avery's keeping his dagger busy (and for once that isn't a blatant innuendo)
Where: Avery's trailer
When: January 12th, evening.
It had been three days since Avery had used the dagger on anyone besides himself, and the dagger was not pleased with him. He knew this, could sense it. He hadn't reached the point where he'd have to take action yet, but he realized he wasn't far from it. The murder he'd committed on the 9th hadn't held him over for as long as he'd hoped.
Killing Charlie Patenaude in the garage had been the best experience of his life, and it had been a small thing to quickly pull the boy's car inside and cover it with a tarp until he could figure out what to do with it. Charlie's body he'd put into the trunk, and in the middle of the night a day later, as January 10th bled into the 11th, he'd driven it out of town and hidden it in deep woods. Who knew when or if it would be found? That was just dandy with Avery.
He felt no remorse, no panic about potentially getting caught. It was as if he were somebody else altogether, somebody to whom only one thing was important.
As Avery slogged his way through another work day, Emma texted him wanting to come over and crash at his place later. Avery as he'd been in the hazy time when he'd existed without the dagger would have been horrified at the prospect of doing harm to his favorite cousin. He would never have considered it. But, well... there were more urgent imperatives now, things that had to be done. The new Avery had balls of titanium, and he'd do whatever he had to to satiate the dagger, keep it content.
Emma was coming over, and it would be the last time she'd go anywhere. Avery paced his trailer as he waited for her, dressed in sweats with deep front pockets, one of which contained the dagger, and a sloppy t-shirt that would cover it. She wouldn't expect him to be dressed up; Avery tended to be a slouch when he was just bumming around the house.