David's Darlings
by Brittany Downard
2013 Edition of One Blue Wall
He saw her. A
blonde haired female in a clingy dress brushed past David. He gripped the table
tighter then usual and swept his black bangs away from his icy blue eyes to
observe her. She’d be perfect to silence.
David bit his lip, cringing at his own thought. He had already silenced enough
females for numerous lifetimes; he didn’t need to add one more beauty to his
collection. His psychologist, Dr. Wheeler, who was a female as well, had taught
him to think of things that made him happy when he thought of silencing, or in
her words, “killing,” a female.
A woman screaming in pain, begging for me to
stop, for me to silence her already. A woman slowly being exsanguinated as I
sharpened my meat cleaver. He growled lowly and gulped down scolding hot
coffee, hoping to get the images out of his head. He let her go. David turned
and picked up his coat and shrugged it on as he entered the misty street. He
pulled his collar closer to his neck, everyone’s weakness. Whenever he had been
the Beauty Butcher, after he toyed with his darlings, he would slit their
throat from ear to ear.
He
had gotten caught after he took Alice, his favorite darling of them all. She
was about 14 and was a brunette. She had basically begged him to take her, so
how could he resist? She walked past him and met his eyes, only to turn away. He
knew she wanted him to pursue her, so when her mother left her, he got her. She
tried to act hard-to-get, but he knew under the fear in her beautiful gray
eyes, she was the happiest girl in the world. He had tied her in his basement,
gagging her with a napkin. For some odd reason she wouldn’t stop screaming for
someone to “save” her. Didn’t she know that is what he was going to do? Why was
she struggling? He only wanted another darling to love.
Eventually
a neighbor had heard some commotion and the police had come. While they were at
the doorstep, they heard her rattle some of the chains near her and the men
came in and took his darling away. He hadn’t even got to play with her yet, he
had been sharpening his butcher knife for the event. No matter, he didn’t need
anymore darlings. A woman about the age of 20 ran past him and called a taxi.
He smelt her perfume as he passed by and clenched his fist in his trench coat.
Why
did women tempt him so? Dr. Wheeler had healed him from “taking what was not
his.” Why did he still want more? Because
you want what you cannot have. He gritted his teeth and continued walking
down the street. Every woman that passed him didn’t know that he had mentally
silenced them multiple times in his mind. He kept walking forward, making a
b-line for his apartment.
“David, you must understand that not every
woman has or will treat you as your mom did.” Dr. Wheeler ran her fingers through her hair and looked him in the eye.
“Most of them will give a glance and continue on with their day. Not every
single woman is criticizing you.”
That
is a lie! His dark passenger shouted in
his head, while he put on his regular façade, “I understand now, thank you Dr.
Wheeler. I apologize for thinking such. You are such a helpful darling.” Dr.
Wheeler pressed her red lips into a fine line and he had known he was not off
the hook quite yet.
Dr.
Wheeler would have been a wonderful darling. He would silence her with
pleasure. She talked too much, and reminded him of his mother; his reason for
silencing women and women only. No man has harmed him, except when they tried
to get his darlings. But they were his no more. He didn’t need to silence them.
He didn’t! A sudden force propelled him forward, scraping his face against the
damp concrete. He grumbled and felt someone get off of him.
“Oh
my God! I am so sorry!” A shrill
voice called out behind him and attempted to lift him off the ground. “I was
just trying to keep myself dry! So sorry!” David turned and saw a teenage girl
with dark brown eyes and black hair. She was beautiful.
“Oh
no it’s fine.” He smiled, and he saw her shoulders relax.
“Is
there anything I can do? Buy you a coffee? A new coat?” She continued offers,
and he slightly wondered what she would say to him if he asked if she’d become
one of his darlings.
“No,
no, maybe just accompany me to my apartment? It would be nice to have someone
to talk to on the way there. It’s only a few blocks away, not very far at all.”
The female eyed him somewhat warily, unsure if she could trust him or not. Oh right, humans smile to reassure others.
David flashed a 10,000 watt smile, his blue eyes beaming at the young woman. He
could hear her gasp, and blood rushed to her face, she bit her lip.
“O-of
course.” The woman walked next to him and he looked over at her once more.
“So
what brings you over here? Surly a beautiful girl like you wouldn’t live in
these parts of town. That could be dangerous for such a decadent, dainty beauty
such as yourself.” David felt himself salivating, thinking about how beautiful
she would be to be in his collections, maybe one of the most beautiful he’s
ever owned. How smooth her skin looked. Oh
David! You have been released from prison and had to go through years of therapy. You do not need to kill
anymore. Dr. Wheeler’s voice bounced around in his head.
“Silence,” David hissed under his breath
at Dr. Wheeler’s voice. He didn’t kill
he silenced.
“Excuse
me?” The girl walking next to David questioned.
“Oh
nothing, I am sorry. I just remembered an appointment I had tomorrow. Ah, here
is my house, right on the left.” They turned and walked to his door. He turned,
flashing his dazzling smile once more. “Want to come in? I have fresh baked
banana bread and I can make some quick coffee.” He could see her hesitate, her
brown eyes shifting as were her feet.
“Oh…
well… I… uh…” David stepped closer, nearly pressed against her as he whispered
in her ear.
“No
worries, I’ll treat you like a princess… my beauty.” A shudder went down the
girls’ spine and she blushed once more, and ducked under David to enter his
apartment. He lit up and shut the door behind them, earning himself another
Darling.
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