August

August

So someone had decided to rape and murder another woman. This particular killer was not going to get away with his crime, not this time or ever again. As he darted away, the shadows seemed to follow him. He bolted into a dark alley, sweat already beading upon his brow. The man took shelter within the shadows just as his pursuers passed the alley but as soon as they left he noticed something bizarre about the shadows he was hiding in. They seemed to be caressing him. Fondling him in places he had not wished to be touched. It was not until he realized that the shadows were not shadows at all…but rather tentacles devised form shadows. He began to panic. Every time he attempted to grasp one in his hands it slipped through like mist and charged at him from another direction. If the tentacles were not solid then how was it that they were wrapping around his wrists ankles and torso while others touched him in places he did not know he had. The black tendrils formed into hands. One covered his mouth to prevent him from screaming as the other slid beneath his clothes shredding them from the inside out. Inside his head he heard a voice…not one of those voices where a conscience is speaking. This voice was dark, cold and threatening.

“You know what goes through a woman’s mind when she is kidnapped and forcibly fucked against her will?” It sneered.

Before him a pair of vibrant red eyes glowed in the darkness. There was no figure they belonged to. Just a pair of bright red eyes burning into his soul. Their gazes locked and the sheer terror of this…thing caused him to lose any and all color in his face. The appendages that held him shook him violently.

“Do you! Answer me you fucking cunt!”

Even within his mind he was silent. The only thing apparent was fear. That held him back from answering any questions this being might have.

“Well seeing as you won’t answer I might as well give you a taste of what it is like. Don’t bother to scream. No one will hear you.”

The voice in his head lingered far longer than he wished. The tentacles entrapping him tugged at his limbs. One became cylindrical with a rounded point and delved into his mouth thrusting in and out crudely and deeply. Other tentacles caressed and fondled areas of his body before one shadowed its comrade and plunged itself into the man’s ass forcefully, beginning a brutal pace of thrusting. If the victim could cry out he would but he was muffled by the foreign object violating his mouth. Tears of shame burned in his eyes and down his cheeks as a smaller appendage coiled around his manhood, stroking it vigorously, painfully almost. It was if the tendril was trying to rip off the skin from the organ or rip off the organ itself.

“How does it feel slut! Does it feel good!” The voice taunted in his head, the tentacles actions became rougher. Then all of a sudden they withdrew dropping him to the ground. The wailing of sirens was faintly heard but they were coming closer and closer. In panic the man scrambled to gather his clothes to get away from the haunted alley as fast as he could. But that meant running into the cops. If he continued through the alley, the horror of being molested by the tentacles or whatever they were surged through him. There was no way out.

A dark figure perched upon the rooftop of the building glared down upon him, purple eyes behind a set of wire framed glasses, vibrant with fury. They watched as the police arrested the man and dragged his abused, naked self away. The figure heaved a sigh as it lit up a cigarette before inhaling the toxic smoke.

“Now did you have to be that drastic August?” came a voice.

Violet eyes flickered to the voice and exhaled the smoke from her pink lips. Beside her rested a cat with gleaming grey eyes and blue grey fur that shimmered in the moonlight.

“Yes Leon. Rapists and murdered should have a taste of the terror they inflict upon their victims,” her tone was dark and she inhaled the smoke once more.

“I know August, but you should really let the police handle them.”

She snorted glaring at the feline. To anyone else it would have looked outlandish to see a young woman perched upon a building chattering with a cat. To August this was normal.

“And have weeks maybe months pass by while the idiot roams free to commit more crimes? I don’t think so.”

“August.”

“Leon. It’s what they deserve. Besides police catch them faster after I’m through.”

Another inhale and another exhale. There was a slight menthol flavor to the cigarette. Just the way August liked them.

“You make a point but couldn’t you just scare them a bit instead of instilling traumatic events upon them?”

“Scaring them doesn’t get the point across. You should know this better than anyone.”

Leon heaved a sigh and crept onto her lap caressing his body up against her stomach lightly.

“Does this have anything to do with what happened to you August?”

She winced, placing a hand upon his back nearly gripping the fur.

“Please don’t bring that up Leon…I’m still healing from that…”

Leon sensed the discomfort in August. He knew damn well what traumas she had experienced and if it was not for him she probably would not be alive. A purr emanated from his throat as he nuzzled his friend.  

“I’m sorry friend. Come on we should get home. I’d rather not run into the werewolf that’s been lurking about lately.”

August just smiled.

“She’s harmless. She has better things to do than terrorize kitties,” she replied with a chuckle as she rose to her feet, cuddling her feline friend in her arms.

“How do you know?”

“Read her mind. Telepath remember?”

“Right.”

As soon as she had gained her footing, she stole into the shadows with her friend in hand.