"Fuck you nastrander you fucking
racist fuck"... Doc yelled out as he
typed the words on the screen.
He hit send, and muttered.... "there,
that'll show that fucking racist
coward".
Doc's fiancee came into the room....
"Honey,
you've been on the computer a while,
why not join me and the girls for some
TV?".
The dull pounding in his head lessened
a litle, and the voices,
always present, ceased their cackling
for a minute.
"TV... sure sweetie, why not? I've put that racist bastard coward in
his place enough for one night"
One of the voices in his head sniggered.. but Doc let it pass.
Doc settled onto the couch, his daughters between him and his fiancee.
"I'm one lucky fellow" thought Doc.. "got a promotion, my kids and
Melanie are getting along well, everything is great"
At this, the voices in his head let out a howl of laughter... drowning
out the TV.
"They're coming for you Doc, they gonna get you.. they're getting
closer... closer.. closer"
There was a rustle outside the living room window.
"They're here" screamed Doc, "Mel, get the kids upstairs NOW!"
Melanie sighed, she knew better than to reason with Doc when he was
like this.
"Come on girls", she said gently, "it's time for bed".
Doc shut out the living room lights and grabbed the old double barrel
he kept
loaded behind the couch.
Visions of hooded clansmen and a firely cross
burning on his front yard danced in his head.
"This is it Doc" screamed the voices... "now they gonna do you, get
you good"
"Like hell they are" screamed Doc. He threw open the front door,
ready to kill the nearest intruder...
But there was nothing, only darkness, and the silence of a world
slowly drifting to sleep.
Peels of laughter rang inside his head... then the dull ache became a
pounding thud...
each thud in sync with his racing heartbeat.
"missed again Doc", one voice said to Doc, "they missed, you missed,
but they gonna get you.. get you good"
"Fuck you, you bastard coward racists, why didn't you wait around so
I could put some more holes in those sheets you wear"
Doc screamed at the empty street.
"I'll get you, kill you, every last fucking one of you..
I'll make you all pay"
Doc shut the door against the darknes and slumped onto the sofa,
the shotgun resting between his legs,
just as Melanie came back downstairs.
"The girls are tucked in tight", she said "I told them you'd come up
and say good night'
"Thanks hun", replied Doc "baby, I love you so much,
if anything ever happened to you and the kids,
I'd go crazy"
A voice inside sneered "go crazy?" and the other voices joined in a
rousing chuckle.
Later, as Doc lay beside his sleeping fiancee, he thought...
"it's all that fucking racist coward nastranders fault..
chickenshit hiding behind his computer, but I'll find him,
and fix him"
The voices inside his head, untill that point silent for a few rare
moments
shreaked and laughed so loud Doc simply couldn't understand how Mel
could sleep through it.
"I don't care" Doc whispered to himself "I have to protect my self and
my family.
nastrander will pay"
To be continued.....
Nastranders Realm/freedom@niagara.com/Revised February 18 2007
