In
The Demon's Head #119: Hell In The Shadows
May
31, 2013
Hello everyone, it's finally Friday. I know most
people worked a 4-day week, but you can't deny that you were looking forward to
the weekend. My week has found itself slightly uneventful. I did however,
finish the edits on "Rock The Cradle" and it's been sent off to my
editor. I'll likely start writing the next two volumes of the
"Blackout" series next week. If you haven't picked up your copies of
the first two you can do that on Smashwords, or get them both in one book on
Amazon. Let's take a look at today's picture:
Hell
In The Shadows
The
music started loud,
And
got louder still,
Only
5 minutes in,
The
lights,
Disoriented
us,
Damn
near drove us mad,
Then
it happened,
He
came into the crowd,
"Surprise
Mother Fuckers!"
And
he threw two canisters,
Directly
into the crowd,
Everyone
thought it was part of the show,
But
in my head,
I
knew better,
But
my body couldn't move,
It
was almost as if fear,
Or
suspense,
Paralyzed
me,
I
felt every fiber of my body tickle,
Everything
slowed down,
I
watched the first canister,
Explode
into the air,
It
shot metal in all directions,
And
I dropped,
Only
managing to be missed,
By
inches,
Others
around me,
Weren't
so lucky,
They
found themselves impaled,
With
the metal,
And
they fell,
Almost
as if on top of each other,
In
a loving embrace,
Between
them,
I
watched the second canister explode,
This
one shot gas into the air,
It
floated to the ceiling,
And
spread,
Before
finally falling,
And
immediately,
The
crowd,
Myself
included,
Began
to cough,
Soon
there was vomit,
And
some of those closest to me,
Began
to vomit blood,
I
felt my lungs,
Trying
hard to work,
But
they were fighting with themselves,
Attempting
to shut down,
My
vision was blacking out,
As
I heard footsteps,
A
man walked into the center,
Wearing
a mask,
He
took one hand,
Pulled
it off,
And
stared around at his work,
With
a wicked smile,
He
took his other hand,
And
pulled a gun out of his waist band,
And
in a blink,
His
brains were sprayed across the floor,
And
as my breath continued to flee,
I watched him,
I watched him,
Hit
in the floor in a mess,
And
in that moment,
A
thought became crystal clear to me,
All
of us,
Weren't
the center point of this,
Instead,
The
man in the mask,
Did
all he could,
For
his 15 minutes of fame,
The
news had taught him murder was his ticket to the top,
And
he took the advice,
Of
those in the twisted media,
About
The Piece
This
piece was ripped straight out of the headlines. The fact is, our media portrays
killers in a light that they shouldn't. I'm not going to harp on the way things
are done, I'll let the piece speak for itself. But the Hell from the Shadows is
a reality that is all too common, and no longer keeps itself in our nightmares.
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Until
the next time you want to take a trip through the gates of hell and into the
demon's head, I'm Kyle Robinson wishing you a safe trip back to the surface.
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