This is a short piece prompted by this- http://www.pinterest.com/pin/407646203744511844/
It’s part of my 500 words a day target, though it comes in around 250. (It’s, once again, a mostly unedited piece, so forgive any mistakes! Been just trying to write lately without worrying about anything else).
Hope you enjoy it 😀
‘The Devil Told Me His Name…’
Thirty-six days it had taken to catch this guy. Thirty-six days of seemingly unending terror and blood. Now they had him in the interview room, he looked less monster-of-nightmare and more gangly-rebellious-teenager.
But his youthful appearance couldn’t make them all forget what he’d done. The memories of those murders would live on in history for far longer than anyone would like.
Sergeant Kilyer stepped into the pool of false light hanging from the ceiling, bright white hitting his eyes and making him squint, but he didn’t dare close his eyes. A draft of cold seemed to waft from the hunched figure handcuffed to the chair behind the table and Kilyer barely suppressed a shudder.
There was only one question that blurted from Kilyer’s lips before he could stop himself, his face contorted into horrified confusion. “Why?”
There was a heavy moment of silence, as though sound and air had been snatched from the room by the shadows that clawed at them from the corners.
“The Devil told me his name,” the boy whispered, his head bent and his arms crooked behind the back of the chair where the handcuffs held him in place.
The sergeant frowned at him, his lips thinning into a tight line.
The boy raised his head, his long, dark hair falling in straggles over his eyes and a smile cracking on his face like that of a mask. “The Devil told me his name,” he repeated, “and it was the same as my own.”
How is everyone doing on their writing? 🙂