A rough ride home Part 2
Dark clouds start hovering over the airport and if your eyes could let you see that far, you would see that it covered several towns over.
The two bother’s which their names were Tim and Michael, were already on their plane and in their seats, “first class, liked they promised bro,” Michael says to Tim. Of course, they were pampered the entire way, streaked instructions from one of the top supervisors of the airlines. There was an occasional passenger trying to get a conversation with them about what happened but the personnel flight attendant that was for the first class section was told to not let anyone bother them and it was not as the brothers could be bothered, they were completely knocked out. The brothers were headed to Chicago, both lived in the suburb called Naperville a town that was about an hour out South West of the big city. Both of them were in the construction businesses, with Tim being one of the supervisors of a project that was going on in the city and Michael being one of the laborers.
Michael was bitten on his wrist, it was a bite that left David’s teeth marks and showed that two of his teeth penetrated the skin, for him as well as all the victims he had butterfly stitches put on and a shot of cortisone to relive him of the pain. Tim, Michaels’ older brother had the chest wound, this bite missed his nipple by about half a tooth. Tim seemed in more pain than his younger brother but did a good job of not showing any signs. Their sleep was undisturbed until they were about 30 minutes away from home; this was due to the turbulence. Michael wakes up first and instantly complains about how he has this unbearable pain in his chest that is leading up to head. “Hey, hey” he says softly to his older brother, as he nudges him in the side of his arm “wake up, I’m in so much pain brother” he almost whimpers with excruciating pain in his brothers ear as to not let anyone else hear him. Tim, wakes in a daze and rolls his eyes upward towards his older brother as a look of, did you not see the do not disturb sign, do not bother me, do not wake me. “What, I’m really exhausted and have a headache” “well, sorry to disturb you, sleeping beauty but my chest on up in unbearable pain!” Michael says in a louder and determined voice. Tim lifts his hands up towards his eyes and closes them to make fist and rubs his eyes to help waken himself up as he does he looks more closely to his brother. “Are you ok, your eyes are watering and you neck is covered in bluish and black marks, what wrong bro?” As Tim is asking, Michael Is grabbing both arm rest and gripping them with what looks like he is attempting to crush them, as you would do to an empty soda can. “This pain is unbelievable; it feels like my blood is on fire and its rising through my neck!” Tim, sits up and looks for the flight attendant, he hadn’t looked for so long as she was right there ready to care for them.
Maria is almost at home and has stayed up the entire time of the flight, she has spent the majority of the flight time in the bathroom, as she is standing in front of the sink with the water running, she has been splashing her face her neck and occasionally takes a look at her shoulder. The medics had put gauzed over her wound but had as well put butterfly stitches. Her head was throbbing and her wound was entirely black, almost as if you had left a piece of meat on the grill over night and the fire that had not been put out had charred her shoulder. Maria had finally come out of the bathroom and had taken a seat, she had no one sitting next to her, so she was able to stretch her body in a diagonal direction and this seem to be the most relaxing. Maria was not bothered by anyone until she needs to ask the flight attendant for some aspirin. “Excuse me, would you have to have any type of aspirin, Tylenol, anything for a headache?” “sorry, we don’t, but…” an interruption came from a lady in the row behind her “I have something for you” as she makes her way to the seat that was next to Maria, so gently scooting Maria’s legs over, so she can have a seat. “I have something for you” she says again “Mam, could you please go back to your seat” the flight attendant paying the same respect as the lady that came from the row behind Maria. “She needs as much rest as possible” Maria interrupts in a soft and kind voice, “It’s ok, she can sit here, thank you though”. The flight attendant was extremely surprise by Marias decision; she could see it all over Marias face that she was in pain. “Hi, I’m Maria, thank you so much for your kindness” “Not a problem, I know what happen to you, or at least I heard bits and pieces and thought I could give you some pills that I take for when I get a headache or any type of body pain”. “Well, thank you, again very kind of you” Maria says with her smooth kind soft voice.
“Yeah, these pills are prescription, they come from my doc in Dallas, he gives them to me anytime I ask, you know?” Maria looks at her, a look of uncertainty and just nods with a painful smile. “Well here, I’m talking about them, when I should be giving them to you”. Before she hands them over the flight attendant comes over with a cup of ice water, “here this will help you wash down those aspirin, honey”. “Thank you” Maria replied. “Here you go, it’s called Percocet, it has (oxycodone with acetaminophen) and it will relieve your pain for sure, it won’t do anything but that” She whispers into her ear. Maria takes one, thinks about two but decides not and lies back as her eye’s feel with tears.
The flight attendant who had been bitten in the hand was about 15 minutes from landing and had slept his entire trip. Bruce was his name and he was a family man, father of four and had been in this line of work for over 15 years. Bruce, when waking up was in a drenching sweat cold. His body was cold but he felt the warmth of his blood driving up his veins. His clothes felt damp, especially on the sleeves and armpit area. “Excuse me, could I get a cup of water or some type of beverage that is cold,” he asked the flight attendant that was near him. Within seconds she is back with not just water but a cloth that was like the one they would give out in first class, just before takeoffs. “Here you go Bruce” she had known him from previous flights, It looks like you could use a towel, is there anything else I can get you or do for you, you are not looking so hot and I was noticing that while you were asleep” her voice was soft as not to disturb the other passengers. “I took the liberty and I hope you don’t mind, but I had a cold cloth nearby and used it occasional to wipe your forehead” “Of course I don’t mind, had I been sweating the entire trip home?” “Yes, purfucly, I have some aspirin, if you would like a couple to take?” “That would be great my head is killing me and my body is getting warmer and it feels like my body is tighten up.” “Well we are about to land, let’s get you settled in and get you to familiar surroundings and where your wife and kids can take care of you” She gives him a warm smile of security.
“Mr. Costin, sir?” As the flight attendant has her hand on his shoulder, “Sir” “uhh, what…umm, sorry” As Adam Costin wipes his eyes and scratches the back of his head, he had forgotten the pain and where the pain was coming from “Our you ok?” as she could see by his expression on his face that he would never had lifted his arm on the side of his neck wound to scratch the back of his head. “yeah, just woke up and felt like it was a really bad nightmare” “I didn’t meant to wake you, I just thought that you would want something to eat, since you hadn’t eaten yet” Adam just stared at her and his eyes seemed to fixate on her entire face a look that made her feel very uncomfortable, “Sir” Adam wouldn’t move or say a word. “I will come back” her tone was of uncertainty. Adam continued to stare into empty air and was mumbling words, words that could not be understood. “I would like…” he realizes that she has moved some time ago and slouches more into his seat and closes his eyes.
Adam wakes up but has no idea what time it is or how long he has been sleeping. He puts his hand on his neck and feels a temperature so hot that he removes his hands instantly. My head is killing me, I feel frustrated and angry, my mind is wondering and confused, am I almost home, what’s happening, I need to get out of here, need to get home “Do you feel better, sir?” “No, actually I don’t and when will we be home” this was a big difference in her first approach to him. Adam was very standoffish and seemed on the edge. “I have snacks or a bev…” he cuts her off “I want to get out of here, I’m not needing anything, and if I did I would’ve asked!” Adams tone is loud and rude, he slips back into his seat “its fucken hot in here, can I get wet cloth I need to cool down, do you?” She briskly walks away, heads towards the back and disappears. With tears in her eyes and a shaken, voice, “How much longer do we have till we get to Burbank, again? I can’t remember, he makes me so mad!” “What’s wrong, what happened?” this came from another flight attendant, “Nothing, he just creeps me out; I know we are supposed to be nice and all but he is pushing me to the limits.” “First he ignores then he stares and then ignores again and now he is yelling and swearing” she is speaking so rapid and in between taking deep breaths. “Thirty more minutes honey, just thirty more minutes” she gives her a soft rub on the back and as she walks away “let me know if you need me or want me to step in, I’m there for you honey” “That’s ok, just drop off this wet clothe and let him be for the last thirty minutes” she says with confidence.
“here you go sir” she walks up behind him and notices that he is twitching and making grumbling sounds, that sound like its coming from his stomach, but when she comes to the front of him she sees his lips moving and sees that it is coming from his mouth. Adams lips are a dark purple and his entire neck is darken with bruises. Her reaction is shock and disgust but does her best to not look and asked if he wanted some water “nothing” so low his voice is but she did not dare to ask him again and knowing that she could be flirting with his temper.
Back in Washington the police officer that was bitten by David is doing well, his commanding officer has told him to go home but he tries to stick around as much as possible.
Both officers are standing at the bottom of the stairs near the attack that was brought on by David. Officer Spinks, who helped Dan (the officer that was attacked) calls on his radio, to get some type of transportation for the two of them to go to the holding cell. “You know, he doesn’t want you around, he told you to go home and relax, maybe you should even go to the hospital” “I hear what both of you have said and are saying but I want to be a part of this, I need to be a part of this.” As they, both wait for the vehicle that will pick them up, the clouds start to become darker and a cool breeze has come across their face.
The clouds are gathering together more quickly and the afternoon has turned to evening. Little drops of rain have hit the black pavement; one by one, you could count until they start to drop by the bucket loads. The two officers move backwards under the stairs to stay dry. “How are you feeling, how’s your arm?” “I’m ok, there’s definitely pain but nothing more than that”. “Where the hell is this vehicle, it’s been longer then what they had said.”
As the two officers stand under the stairs, it is getting more difficult to see in the distance. The rain is coming down and there is still no sight of a vehicle coming for them.
“Pull in front of the door, with the rear of the vehicle facing the door” the leading commanding officer says. This officer is like an old Army drill sergeant from the 60’s, very precise and very pointed on the enunciations of his words. “When we are at a complete stop, we will man up on him two and two. Two take his legs and the other two will take his arms, I will take one of his arms and we will gets this son of a bitch in the room and keep him on lock down, until we have a ligament vehicle come and take him into the city. “The rain is coming down hard, so be sure to grab him with a good lock of your hands”
Beep, Beep, Beep, you hear the cart going in reverse, it stops about eight in half feet away from the door. The commander gets out immediately, moves swiftly to the door, and attempts to open the door. The rain is coming down even harder, he looks back at the vehicle, and what he can see or at least make out is just the two break lights, with is beaming red looking into his eyes. “Dam it to all hell, they knew we were on our way, what the hell, why can’t they follow through” His yelling is at the top of his vocal cords but it coming across the heavy rains to the vehicle sounds as if he is whispering. “What sir, what?” says one of the officers,” we didn’t hear you!” The Commander runs back dropping his heavy combat boots inn pool size puddles, he jumps into the front seat and turns to his men. Just as he is about to speak, you can hear in the distance a sound, almost like a soft whistle blowing in the air. The men hear it and are tilting their heads as if that might be able to help them distinguish the sound. “Do you hear that sir? What do you think that is? “Not sure, it could be a tornado siren or some form of a warning, not sure. We need to call in and get a key to open this door” “I’ll call it in” one of the officers yells. “What!” says the commander! “I will call it in sir!” with a voice that would deafen anybody on a normal day but this was not a normal day. As the officer was calling in, the commander was just looking in to the eyes of David “put a towel or something over this guy’s face, he disgust me!” one of the men looks around between the front and back seats and finds a ripped tan clothe sheet, he pulls and lays it across the face of David. David moves his head around as if he is trying to remove the cloth.
“No luck sir, they don’t respond and if they do I can’t hear it over the rain” “we need to keep trying, there is no choice, I'm not going to drive around with this guy!” the commander says to the officer who was having no success to get a hold of someone on his radio. The sound that came across through the rain that sounded like a soft whistle had become more distinct “That’s a siren, there must be a some sort of a tornado, or heavy storm warning” the other officer says. “Yeah, that’s a siren alright, with these heavy rains and winds, there must be something coming are way.” The one that was communicating or attempting to communicate on the radio to get the key had yelled. The commander busy with his thoughts, thinking of a way to get through that door or where they should be headed and how the hell they can get a hold of someone to get this bastard off their hands.
The one officer that was trying to get a hold of someone on the radio is walking around near the door, he gets little coverage from the gutter hanging off the building they are in front of but it is doing the job of keeping him dryer then if he was at the cart. His sight of the cart is just as vague as when the commander was attempting to open the door earlier. The other two officers, one that is sitting in the front with the commander is holding a flash light and is looking at the airport map and pondering the thought of telling the commander that they should go to the other side where the offices are and communicate from there. The officer that was in back, got up to just reassure himself that the door was locked and that maybe they weren’t sitting out in the rain like fools. As he walks towards the door, the officer that was standing under the gutter gives him this look of uncertainty and frustration. “Hey, any luck?” the officer trying to pull the door and hoping that it will open. “None, none at all, this is bullshit!” Within a few feet, it sounded but stilled muffled by the soft sound of the siren but covered over like a blanket of the pounding rain; they seem to hear a yell. The two officers look at each other, with an incurious look and looked back and vaguely saw what looked like the break light is fading in and out of the hard rain. The officer that was trying the door turns around and with a slow movement, jogs back to the cart. As he is almost on top of the cart he sees nothing but David feeding off of the sergeant neck, the officers view is not clear but all he sees is David’s back and his head tilted towards the officer but his teeth still in gulfed into the commanders neck. David’s eyes open even wider as if he was excited to see more fresh meat as well as to take not pity on those who held him captive. The officer turns to attempt to run away, to go back in the direction he came back from but as he starts to head that way he feels David riding on his back, all the sounds are muffled due to the rain but what he feels, he can hear in his head. The officer, who is on his radio, happens to look up and though he cannot see anything or anyone, he swore to himself that he saw the officers face piercing through the rain but then pulled immediately back out of his view. David pulls forcefully the officer towards the car and throws him on the front of the cart, the officers eyes are blur and his system is close to closing down, as he takes his last glimpse into his surroundings and his last breath he see both the commander and the officer who was looking at the map laying limp in their seats, though his eyes close before he fixate on the two victims necks.
David had bitten so deep into the two limp bodies sitting in the cart that the map-reader had the internal jugular hanging out and the commander had part of his jaw and ear ripped off, and a portion of his neck. The third officer had the back of his neck bitten into and tore out. All three victims lay limp in or on the vehicle.
If the rain was bad, enough there now started a heavy drum like thunder and occasional lighting. The officer that was attempting to do his best to get a hold of someone for help as well as stay out of the heavy rains, clipped his radio on to his belt inside his jacket and headed towards the vehicle. As he walks quickly, he notices at the ground a darker pavement, thought the rain was quit heavy it was still obvious what it was. The officer looked up immediate, grabbed his flashlight and walked with caution towards the vehicle. His eyes in shock of his sight, he looks around with an immediate action, his flashlight is useless in this unforgivable rain, he gets closer to the back of the cart and all he sees is the sheet and broken flexi-cuffs and there is no sign of the heavy duty cuffs, he must on heard of strength to break out of those other cuffs. He quickly walks towards the front, no sign of David but sees that all three men are dead, he approaches the commander and reaches for his pulse to see if there is any sign of life. As he reaches down towards his wrist the commander twitches and the officer, jumps back be a tad bit jittery. “Sir” his loud voice trembles “sir, can you hear me?”
Without hesitation the commander leaps towards the officer and feeds off his neck the officer is punching and attempting to push him away but there is no such strength that can match this evil. The commander’s fingers are squeezing the officer’s shoulders and punchering his fingers through his skin, his teeth have gone through the neck and have reached the organs inside, the eyes of this evil has enjoyment and fulfillment. The officer falls down with the commander still attached to his body and in no site looking to let go. As the feeding continues there is movement at the cart, the officer has gone unconscious but not until he sees, the two other officers have movement. As the commander is feeding, he is pulled off by the other two officers but not to save the victim but to share the enjoyment that the commanding officer was having, there is little tussle but they all realize that they are here for one purpose and that is to feed off of those who are weak and in this case all men, women and child are weak to such great evil that has been brought to this country of ours.
The two other officers are staying out of the rain by keeping under the stairs, the temperature has dropped and the weather has worsened, they too have heard the sirens in the distance and know that it is for the weather that has come and that what lies ahead.
“Listen, I think we should go back up the stairs and get inside somewhere warm, there doesn’t seem to be a vehicle
coming and with this rain, it looks like all types of transportation has stopped” Dan says to Michael in a shivery voice “I agree, it’s too damn cold and I’m tired of waiting around for something that might never come and we can’t even get any type of contact with the vehicle or the other’s”. Both officer‘s head up the stairs, gripping onto the railing, so they don’t lose their footing. They start to walk up, taking a step at a time, Dan to follow Michael. Dan turns to give that last look of hope of a vehicle to come give them a ride and as he looks he sees movement in far distance, he thinks to himself that this is odd that he can see through this thick heavy downpour but continues to look. What Dan sees is a figure running quickly and getting closer to him and Michael. The speed is amazing, there is no way to explain the energy this figure that is coming forth but that it is breathless, it comes with ease and no sign of ever slowing down. As the figure with unordinary speed comes to view that Dan can visual explain in his head, it is too late for words to spit out of his mouth and into the air. It was David and he was headed right for him.
David has now transformed into death, evil, an unknown figure of hate, his face is covered with the blood of his victims, his eyes are as dark as the night of hell and he looks to be hungry. As Dan turns to reach for Michael but as he does, he feels the strength of David’s hands pull him with effortless strength and flips him over the railing of the stairs, the force was unexplainable and it happened so quickly but as Dan is in the air he sees with his own eyes David attack Michael, the speed was too fast for anyone to comprehend, it was like David was already there waiting for Michael to be his next victim. Without hesitating or even thinking of what happened to him, Dan scrambles to the bottom of the stairs and looks up, he sees only the back of David but the mural of bloodshed on the door behind his victim, the screams are too faint and there was and is hardly any fight from Michael. Dan sits at the bottom of the steps and wonders why he is not so shocked by this and why was not he to be attacked first. Dan kind of tilts back as if to look for something to lean his body on but there is nothing there, he catches himself with his two hands going backwards and he positions himself against the bottom of the stairs. Dan's head goes down into his chest as he is showered by the pounding rain and the stream of Michaels blood coming from the top of the stairs. Before he seems to feel like he is blacking out, he feels an unbeknown heat in his ear and the breath of hate upon his cheek and neck, there is a quick touch of the skin and a slight snort but with the weakness that Dan felt and the time it took him to lift his head, it was too late to see what he thought he felt and heard. Dan looked into the distance and saw nothing but darkness and rain.
Dan’s head stays low and sunk into his chest even further. The rain has continued the lighting and thunder have stopped and the Siren has not sounded for 10 or 15 minutes.
From the distance there are two bright lights, some form of vehicle is coming and breaking through the curtain of rain. Two men jump out and walk quickly over to Dan, there flashlights pointed down at him as well as covering the area that surrounded them. As the one that is closes to the stairs moves, his flashlight around he has it stopped at the stairs and starts streaming upward to where he sees only the door covered in splashes of blood. He grabs the other officer’s shoulder and turns the shoulder as to make the guy look at the direction his flashlight is shined on. The look they give each other shows there is urgency now and they need to act. As the one that had his shoulder grabbed bends down to attend to Dan the other goes up the stairs with caution as not knowing what to expect.
As he bends down towards Dan, he sees’ the chest pulsating and Dan’s’ fingers twitching, as he gets closer he quickly snaps his head back and moves his forearm over his nose, there was an unusual stench that made him second guess his movement. As he moves back he stands up, very slowly, looks away from Dan, and looks upward to the top of the stairs. He sees’ his partner almost at the top of the stairs. Every so slowly he turns back towards Dan his looking was a unwanted turn of the head, it was more of the reasons of a dark, evil sense a uncomfortable warmth felt against his neck, it was Dan, standing no more than an eye lash away from his face looking at him and telling him with his eyes that there is no use to running fighting or screaming, your real life your humanely life is over, stay still as this will be over soon. A tear drop from the man standing in front of Dan, he has seen nothing like this, his eyes show this and he is frozen with great fear and with one smooth Dan has moved onto his neck and has viciously tore out a portion of the neck and runs off. The human, which would soon turn not to be, slowly falls to his side and his eyes close, with the glimpse of a life that will be no more.
The rain has slowed down but there is not site of it stopping, the clouds are dark as the evil in the eyes of the devil and the wind has become increasingly stronger. As the man who was attempting to make it up the stairs, held on tight to the railings, his footing was not mastered due to the rain and the strong winds. As he made his way up, he thought he caught a glimpse of a body or a some shape lying on the top of the stairs but with the strong winds and the rain being push in every direction, he was not sure. With a yell of hello, two or three times, he got nothing but the strong winds and some thunder in the distance responding. Standing at the top he sees nothing just the splash of blood on the door and the railings, as he looks at the door closely, he see human hair and what looks like skin from the face of a human. He covers his mouth as he gags, he turns to run back down to the guy that he came within the vehicle but in his way is Michael, standing one step down from him, Michaels’ forehead is missing his skin and portions of his hair, as well as a portion of his ear is missing. With all the uncertainty in his mind, the questions of did I see a body at the top of the stairs as I headed up or this what I saw and I was baited to get to the top and he has now set the trap and I am his victim? He reaches, what he thinks is quickly for his radio to call but Michael lunges for him and bites through the hand that was to reach for the radio and then lunges for the neck with one swift motion and enjoys his victim.
The areas of the steps outside to the ramp that led into the airport, the area of the holding area that was to be for David has no signs of life or evilness. The pools being formed from the streams of blood have disappeared from the heavy rains, the door at the top of the stairs that had been replace by a mural of blood has washed away and any signs of struggle, death, there are none and the re-birth of evil has moved on.
Washington DC has not woken to the evil that awaits them but the clouds still darken and the rain continues to cover any signs of death.