Under The Kitchen Sink!! Water poured down from a broken gutter, splashing on the soaked ground, it's noise transending and lucidly relaxing. The morning was nearing and the clouds began to change shade like a chaemoleon changing to it's surrounding's. The rain was pelting down, the wind was cosmically whipping in all directions..'it had been kind to me'Herb thought to himself, as he loosened the rope from round the chair. The noise outside had taken care of any screams that may have been heard from the neighbours,he had not relyied on it but it was good to have that kind of cover. A muffled shout could just be heard over the noise of the television that played a home recorded video...Herb sat there watching and feeling this muffled nuisance chip away at him, finnally he got fed up with the noise and went over to the sink in the kitchen..he picked up the 14" chopping knife he kept on the stainless steel worktop it was sprinkled with dabs of blood that fell as he lifted the weapon. He knelt down to eyelevel with the sink, opened one of the cupboard doors, the muffling shouts had stopped, Herb didn't care, as far as he was concerned the noise damage had already been done and action was needed. A young man had been stashed into the small cupboard space, his feet and hands bound, he had been seriously beaten and hoarded into this confined space, the muffler was dripping blood that had came from his mouth, he sweated in anticipation. The terror in his eyes was evident, he knew he was to recieve yet more agony, and there was no-one around to help. All he could do was shake with fear as Herb watched him for 20 seconds, every second passing the knife grew more of a threat, as he looked at it's shiny stem. Herb launched the knife into the mid-rift of the youngster who was no-more than 19 years old, he squeeled in pain, as he felt the cold, numbing knife pierce through his ribs. He couldn't move as he just lay there, in dis-belief at what happened. The rain was echoing on the tin door shelter just outside, the wind still possesively hungry for more rattled through the decripit house, it was approaching 6:22am, Herb looked out of the window, watching the cars drive by, he was drying his wet hands with a soft cotton towel that hadn't seen a washing machine in months. He had a transfixed look in his eyes, watching everything but not being able to blink through the daydreaming visions he thought. The television had been turned off, but the noise of the video reels still spinning on an old VCR hummed through the room on the bottom floor of his two story house. The wind was playing with his mind, sometimes slamming the gate to his garden shut, then opening it again 'I'll need to fix that' he thought to himself as his vision returned and his first blink in a minute brought a tear through the lack of ammonia in his eyes. A stamping noise began to happen under the sink, muffled cries were now desperate scream's. 'I expected this' he again thought to himself, every thing in life will try to fight for it's survival..he continued to explain to himself. He removed himself from Public view as he moved away from the rain swept window, throwing his towel down in a bit of anger. He was most alarmed when he heard "HEllLLLppPpPP" from the cupboard under the sink. 'Little bastard' he thought to himself, how did he get that off? he questioned his mind to no avail. Without a split-second he walked with total assertivness over to the sink where again he grabbed the knife. The boy in the cupboard could hear the footsteps and the shadowy figure of 'him' through the gap in the cupboard... HeLlLLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPPPP he screamed with as much energy as he could muster, the oily feel of cold blood squirted through his clothes and onto his hand's where he had been stabbed before. This was the final stages of his life and they both knew it.. Herb stood legs to sink staring out of the kitchen window through the yellowy white mesh, thought's ran through his head, notion's went by him, he was visualising what was to happen next... Brian the man in the cupboard couldn't feel his legs or arms, his body was battered, bruised, stabbed and rope burned, he wanted to die, but his will didn't, his legs were cramped to the point of cutting, his heart was empty, his head and hair soaked with his own blood and vomit that had occured through the 9hour ordeal. The cupboard door opened for the last time, Herb knelt looking at him with a tear in his eye, Brian began to cry with a mixing whimper..."Please, don't do this, you got me, please" he pleaded... Herb looked emotionless at him crying for his life.. 'Will you be my friend?' herb asked. "wha..." confused Brian anxiously looked. "yea, I'll be your friend" he finnally replied, he was in no position to say no! "really, even after what I have done to you?", the clock chimed once as it hut 6:30am, herb turned back to Brian who didn't know what was going on, he was still very anxious, as herb still twiddeled with the 14" knife, looking as if he hadn't made his mind up about anything that was to happen. "yea, really, just...just let me go first Huh!" he pleaded with herb. "first you have to say 'Herb, you are my friend'"Herb still kneeling on the blood stained kitchen floor said. "herb, you arre m-my f-friend, ok?, now will you untie me?"Brian didn't know what to expect, was this some sort of mad mind game, was he really going to let him loose, he wasn't free from harm's way just yet, so every second was to be as intrecate as possible.. Herb put the knife back on the stainless steel worktop and began to untie Brian's hands, he did so and procedded to untie his feet..once he had totally untied him, he dragged him out of the small cupboard by his left arm...and gave him a few minutes till the cirrculation came back... Brian lay there in thought of where this was all going, he was pretty much paralysed for the time being and was still at his mercy, which he was showing at the present. The rain continued to tumble down on the tin door shelter as he could do nothing but pray for Herb to stick to his guns, he even felt a part of him loving Herb, for his mercy at the time being. The clock chimed, as Brian awoke, not realising he had dosed off, he was in a minor state of panic, but was relieved to see that Herb was gone, but where he thought to himself..Am I safe he continued to think, his arms and legs felt a little better, his cirrculation began to ebb back to him, he felt all slimy, and horriblly dirty..the ordeal had taken it's toll on his hygiene.. His hearing seemed distorted, and fuzzy like there was a bug in his ear, the stab wound to his ribs was hurting with every breath. He lay sprawled out in the middle of the floor adjacent from the kitchen. The floor around him was blood stained, and wet, dark foot prints surrounding him like a pattern, the noise of angry winds still lashed at the house, and mis-directed the freezing rain. After lying for a couple more minutes Brian decided it was time to go...he was able to crawl on his back towards the couch that gave him the levarage to stand, it was uneasy steps towards the first of 3 doors he needed to get through, the third door once passed was outdoors. He quietly struggled to walk, he was holding his chest, his face and body wrecked to a pulp, but his chance to escape had come, could he, would he take it? After passing through two of the doors he stepped closer to being out in the freezing morning and to freedom, he didn't see the hollow, dark set of stairs behind him...his hand grasped the door with power, it turned and opened.. He couldn't believe that this nightmare was about to finish.. "where you going?" a voice asked from the staircase, Brian jumped in fear...."I-I was ...." he hastily replied in terror. "It looks as if your escaping, doesn't it, after what i did for you, this is how you treat me" Herb was angry, Brian was one step to being outside, he had already done the math, Herb would be on him like a ton of bricks if he went out now. Herb began to walk down the stairs he was sitting on, "where are you going?" he asked again, Brian conciously couldn't talk, he froze, he pondered, he feared, he had to react or he was dead. As herb got closer Brian looked at the ground, a moment of calm was observed, then the red mist fell over Brian he began to swing punches through his own pain, he landed one on Herb's nose,'crack', Herb fell to the ground, unconcious! Brian too, fell to the ground in exhaustion...he quickly bounced back up, and was to make sure he had beaten his enemy, by continually stamping on the unconsious man's face and head...he went through to the kitchen and grabbed the knife that was still there he came back through and plunged it deep into Herb's heart. Within 10 seconds he was to tired to continue and fell to the ground, within another five seconds the Police burst through the door in there numbers as they got in the open door about two steps before dominoing over the now dead Herb. 'what had went on here' one of the Police men thought to himself, Brian was elated to see them but was taken out of the scene as quickly as possible... Herb had phoned the police to hand himself in, he thought he had killed Brian when he fell asleep, he hadn't...and now he was the victim of Murder...Brian the murderer. He is currently serving a life term imprisonment for First Degree Murder. And like all Murderer's is innocent of crime.
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