Way Ward
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
649
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
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Chapter Four :
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Grant\'s footsteps were hard on the sidewalk . He had the saunter of a freeman . A truly free man . He was bound by nothing no . He was bound by no time , no bars , no man , no law . When you have lost everything , even yourself , no one can stop you . He held in his hand a small knife . A steak knife . The type you find at rich restaurants . Everyone on the busy bustling sidewalk parted at the sight of him . No one bumped his shoulder , No one walked to close , or clipped his shoe . It was like the knife was a people repellent . The shocked look he received was just fuel to his fire . Hell bent on his purpose he turned sharp into the Plaza Royal .
He kicked in the door shattering the glass leaving only the metal frame . The door man barely had time to shout . Grant\'s hand flicked , and slit his throat . It wasn\'t like in the movies . There was a sickening gurgle and blood every where . He clawed at his throat , tearing his own slit flesh . Trying to find air . Grant just watched . Wondering if what he was about to do was right . Suddenly with his second murder he wasn\'t free any more . Every step he took afterward was a weighed and measured one . Deep long strides up the stairs , until finally he was in front of the door . Not a door . The Door . The door he dreamed about . Behind it his wife was with another man . Making another family . Taking away everything he had ever worked for . Now with this narrow wooden slab in between him and absolution , there was a question . That would soon be answered . The door opened up . Rachel began to walk out , eyes down cast , not seeing Grant . She almost looked up , until David shouted , catching her attention from behind .
\" You think you could leave with out a fuck ? \"
He was wearing his Coal Grey Suit , Unzipped with a small stiff dick out . His hands yanked her back in not even seeing Grant , too busy looking at her ass in the mini skirt . Grant only wondered if they fucked every day , as he walked in the door , waving the knife and a hand at Rachel who was cheerfully bouncing on David , on the kitchen counter .
\" Honey , I\'m Home . \"
She rolled off with a scream and David bolted up . Apparently he was started evident by the instant limpness . David tried to grab a knife off of the counter , but Grant beat his to it , and slashed his hand . David withdrew and took Rachel by the arm , moving into the family room .
\" Did you miss me \"
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Grant\'s footsteps were hard on the sidewalk . He had the saunter of a freeman . A truly free man . He was bound by nothing no . He was bound by no time , no bars , no man , no law . When you have lost everything , even yourself , no one can stop you . He held in his hand a small knife . A steak knife . The type you find at rich restaurants . Everyone on the busy bustling sidewalk parted at the sight of him . No one bumped his shoulder , No one walked to close , or clipped his shoe . It was like the knife was a people repellent . The shocked look he received was just fuel to his fire . Hell bent on his purpose he turned sharp into the Plaza Royal .
He kicked in the door shattering the glass leaving only the metal frame . The door man barely had time to shout . Grant\'s hand flicked , and slit his throat . It wasn\'t like in the movies . There was a sickening gurgle and blood every where . He clawed at his throat , tearing his own slit flesh . Trying to find air . Grant just watched . Wondering if what he was about to do was right . Suddenly with his second murder he wasn\'t free any more . Every step he took afterward was a weighed and measured one . Deep long strides up the stairs , until finally he was in front of the door . Not a door . The Door . The door he dreamed about . Behind it his wife was with another man . Making another family . Taking away everything he had ever worked for . Now with this narrow wooden slab in between him and absolution , there was a question . That would soon be answered . The door opened up . Rachel began to walk out , eyes down cast , not seeing Grant . She almost looked up , until David shouted , catching her attention from behind .
\" You think you could leave with out a fuck ? \"
He was wearing his Coal Grey Suit , Unzipped with a small stiff dick out . His hands yanked her back in not even seeing Grant , too busy looking at her ass in the mini skirt . Grant only wondered if they fucked every day , as he walked in the door , waving the knife and a hand at Rachel who was cheerfully bouncing on David , on the kitchen counter .
\" Honey , I\'m Home . \"
She rolled off with a scream and David bolted up . Apparently he was started evident by the instant limpness . David tried to grab a knife off of the counter , but Grant beat his to it , and slashed his hand . David withdrew and took Rachel by the arm , moving into the family room .
\" Did you miss me \"