Izanami Avenue
There's Something In The Backseat
Qoyin (Coin)
It was raining, the flooding cries of the gray clouds blanketing the black Honda Civic as it made its way towards home. The night sky a burdened shadow of itself, taking lives and accepting death unwillfully by the logic of nature.
There were three of them in the car, the driver and passenger haven't stopped arguing about an issue regarding a problem that took place at their daughter's middle school hours before. The backseat passenger remained still and quiet, listening to the rigamorale without interrupting their conservative and radical arguments.
A skilled experience of being unheard.
So skilled, in fact, that he wasn't even noticed entering their vehicle before them.
Waiting for his opportunity to come up and say, "Hello."
"Look. All I'm saying is if someone, let alone a GROUP of kids, then she has a right to stand her fucking ground. It doesn't matter how she's doing it, as long as each and everyone of those jealous pussies know to leave her be! Qoyin is the victim, the... the prey!" The driver spat while pushing sixty, the veins throbbing from his yellow skin evident of the pride he felt in his statement's truth.
"The victim. The prey." A truth he will come to understand more than he could have ever imagined.
"See, you continue with the bullshit. You're basically telling her to give strength to a monster, and that's all she'll do by colliding with those girls. There are plenty of ways that Qoyin beat them in the long run, but for now, I think we should just change her classes." The passenger retorted with philosophical reasoning, the jade of her fingers combing thru the strands of her golden hair.
"Give strength to a monster." An energy she will come to present more than most could have ever given.
Thru their consecutive chatter and unwavering emotions, they didn't care to notice that they had taken the wrong turn and are entering the long way home. Passing the short path of trees and on to a street built on a body of water with nothing but a hill of grass on each side, and the concrete of the road they were cruising on.
But the backseat passenger did.
Feeling the tantalizing call of the neon street sign's light, he looked up from his crouch with a grin that stretched across his pitch black face, while showing what remained of his grimy brown teeth.
Izanami Avenue.
He was ready to express his greetings as they cruised down this legendary path.
Slowly creeping up from under the raincoats thrown on top of him, a knife in one hand and a gun in the other, he moved toward the passenger first with professional silence.
There were never any particular orders throughout the backseat passenger's experiences, unfazed by the consequences of "greeting" the driver first.
As long as their was more than one.
But the tiny ideal that influenced the backseat passenger's decision.....
He simply didn't like her answer.
He kept low to avoid being detected thru the rear-view mirror, raising his gun hand behind the passenger seat.
The business end of the pistol was pointed upwards between the opening of the headrest and the back of the gray satin chair.
"SHE HAS EVERY FUCKING RIGHT TO PROTECT HERSELF!!!"
"SHE'S NOT A FUCKING SAVAGE, EITHER!!!"
The hammer was pulled back gently, coming to a satisfying click.
"HONK! HONK HONK!! HOOOOOONK!!!!"
Suddenly, high beams flashed thru the rear windshield, followed by the obnoxious tune of a constant car horn.
The driver peered thru his rear view mirror to see what the commotion was about, thinking the person behind them could easily go around them since their were no oncoming vehicles proceeding down the opposite lane,
"Oh, now what's this asshole's fucking problem?!" He cursed aloud, unable to see who was in the car, or even what kind of car is was for that matter.
"Fuck them, we are having a conversation. Because you will not allow my daughter to lower herself down to the level of those street sloppy bitches." The passenger proclaimed, disregarding the interruption altogether.
"Our daughter. Qoyin is our daughter, God damn it! That's a part of the bullshit that you do to make it so hard for her to face reality head on. She's only "Our" child when one of the three of us did something or went somewhere worth bragging about, even though I am genuinely glad that she succeeds so often. Then you get to hanging with those whores or we have an argument, that's when all of a sudden you become the holy saint Virgin fucking Mary that miraculously gave birth to Qoyin on your own."
"Are you fucking kidding me right now? Tell me that was just a shitty joke, because you are seriously trying to make this about you while blaming me. You are being SUCH a fucking hypocrite if I ever seen one, telling me it's my fault Qoyin can't face reality. How fucking dare you actually let some fabricated bullshit like that come from your mouth, and of such a selfish reasoning? As if threatening children and their parents were the right thing to do, the logical part of the reality she needs to learn."
"!HONK! !HONK! !HONK!" Went the horn again from the vehicle behind them, this time lighting up their car with quick flashes of the high beams. "!HOOOONK!!!"
"What the fuck is these people problem?!" The passenger blasted throwing her hands in the air, looking behind her to see if it was possible to tell who was in the vehicle.
"I have no fucking clue, but if they honk at me again, I'm going to bash their shit open and let it leak in the rain!" The driver threatened, looking thru his rear view mirror again wondering who he was about to fuck up.
"HOOOOOOONK!" The horn went off again for a third time, on cue as if the pilot heard the menacing declaration.
"You know what!" The driver barked as he slammed the brakes down to the floor mat.
"!CRASH!"
The sudden stop caused the vehicle behind to slam into the rear of the Honda, destroying both tail lights and forcefully popping the trunk hood open.
Jumping out of the car almost as fast as he stopped it, the driver failed to notice that the pressure of the sudden braking and collision behind him made his wife bash her head on the glove compartment before the force of the ejecting air bag knocked her unconscious into the passenger seat. Both the skull and the skin of her forehead split open along with the breaking of her nose from the antics of her husband, her blood flowing freely as the cry of the night face down her sleeping expression and the inflated safety precaution.
He left her in the car to bleed in favor of his blind rage's influence.
The rain poured heavily on the angered man as he approached the fuel to his, a bright brown woman dazed in the driver seat of a navy blue SUV. Once he reached the pilot door, the driver of the Honda began pounding on the cracked glass with all his might.
"Hey, PUSSY, do you have a fucking problem, huh? Blasting your horn at me and my wife like you own the fucking road! You wanna get out the car and try that again in my face?!" He threatened as he pulled violently as the van door's handle, completely disregarding that the driver was both a woman and fazed by the impact of the crash.
She was blinking a million times a minute, the beat of the rain and the aggressive intimidation aided her with straightening her wits and intuition.
"Ugh.... Huh?" The SUV's pilot groaned as she was finally able to notice the Honda's pilot savagely trying to yank her car door open.
Her left forearm was throbbing uncontrollably, shooting an agonizing pain from the bruise and swelling of what might be a broken bone.
Once she regained her intentions, none of the pain mattered.
The bright brown woman's attention shifted between the angered man and his damaged Honda, unable to see pass the hood of the trunk inside the vehicle.
"!BAM!" The side of the angry man's fist collided against the driver door glass a few more times, the pressure causing the cracks in it to split even further.
"Wait! Wait!" The injured woman yelled at the top of her lungs, trying to gain the mad man's attention before he shattered the glass completely."WAIT! There's so-."
The window gave out before the bright brown woman could finish her statement, allowing the yellow skinned force to open the SUV's door from the inside.
"Honk your fucking horn now, bitch!" The mad man barked as he grabbed the injured woman by the throat, his rage spitting on the side of her choking face.
"Ple..... Wa... Wa..." The woman tried to beg him to stop, gagging on her pleas before they could form legibly.
There was a clap of the thunder.
The breaking of glass.
And the bang of a gun.
The yellow skinned man became as white as a ghost when the woman's forehead exploded in his direction, his eyes wide enough to split his sockets as blood, bone and brain splashed all over his face and chest. His shaking hand released the woman's neck as he almost gagged from the pieces of human that flew into his mouth, her body falling forward and her right cheek landing on the SUV's horn.
"HOOOOOOOOOOOONK!" It went in a continuous tune as her thoughts spilled freely from her hollowed forehead on the steering wheel, her dead gray eyes looking back at the petrified man.
That was when his mental windows looked up and finally notice the dark figure standing at the passenger side of the SUV, a gun in his hand and a smile on his face.
His smile grotesque and his intentions psychotic, the petrified man could only watch as the dark figure let off three more rounds into the woman.
"!BANG!" The first shot blew her left ear clean off, leaving a patch of flesh and blood on the side of her head.
"!BANG!" The second shot erupted her crown and exited out the hollowed forehead, pushing out the rest of her brain in pieces of imagination and human nature.
"!BANG!" The third shot entered into her left socket, taking her eye and a chunk of her head with it.
The woman's skull was so concave on the left, you could see the inside of the right, even the top of her mouth was visible from the opening.
It wasn't until the last bang did the Caucasian man break from his petrification to run back to his vehicle, remembering that his wife was alone and he hadn't heard a sound from her since he stopped. Once he reached and looked inside, the terrified man saw three things that almost made his racing heart explode with anxiety.
There was blood falling like the sadness of the sky from both the front of his unconscious wife's head and the back of her neck.
He hadn't removed the key from the ignition, being so blind in his rage, yet they were nowhere to be found.
Then during his search, he was frightened by the dark figure staring at him thru the rear passenger window.
His smile grotesque and his intentions psychotic.
The terrified man's instincts kicked in as he hopped out the car to escape.
There was a clap of the thunder.
And the bang of a gun.
The terrified man only made it in between the two vehicles before a bullet buried into the left side of his neck and exploded out the right, sending him sliding down the wet grassy hill on his back.
The night face cried upon him while the man laid by the bank of the hill, gargling on his blood inside his throat and clutching the holes on both side to keep it from coming out.
Tears immediately began to stroll down his cheek, blood shooting from his choking mouth as he could only think of two things in his inevitable demise.
His wife. The last words shared between them were those of anger and contrast, the last sight of her beautiful existence a bloody mess. All from his unreasonable selfishness.
His daughter. He couldn't even speak with her face to face one last time or in his last memory, having to speak thru her door as she cried from her present reality.
Even while deep within thought, trapped within agony, and dying within rain, the bleeding man could hear footsteps in the grass approaching.
Knife in one hand and gun in the other, the dark figure squatted next to the man with a blank expression.
He looked the bleeding man up and down before asking, "Are you afraid for Qoyin?"
The psycho spoke his daughter's name, the bleeding man growing wide eyed in his condition of agony.
His thoughts were screaming at the lunatic, pleading with all he is as a man to leave his daughter out of this tragedy.
But in reality, all he could do was choke on his blood.
"And your wife?"
Again, he could only plead in his thoughts, yet choke in reality.
His tears were falling as heavy as the night face.
"You don't have to fear for your daughter. I have two of my own and would only think of them if I were to find her." The dark figure assured the crying man, placing his pistol on the grass before saying, "As for your wife..... she's still alive. I was going to just.... put her out of her misery with a BANG to the head, " He dramatized while informing by putting his finger to his temple, "but..... I'm all out of bullets. You took the last one for her, so I guess you can say you saved her..... or didn't."
A haze was starting to overcome the agonizing man's sight, but the torment never let up psychologically.
The dark figure calmly moved the agonizing man's hands away from his punctured neck, weakness taking a vice grip on his being.
"You don't need to worry for her, either." The psycho structure said to the man, grabbing underneath the his bloody chin and forcing his head back down to his nose into the flowing waters. "I'm going to take gooooood care of her."
The water slowly seeped into his nose, the cold liquid adding another level of agony to his current suffering.
The dark figure watched in awe and satisfaction as the man struggled for life while approaching death.
His smile grotesque and his intentions psychotic.
While clasping the man's jaw, he plunged the knife down in the man's throat and twisting the blade before repeating the stab.
Over and over and over and over.....
Slicing, stabbing, cutting, piercing, breaking....
Flesh, blood, veins, tears, memories, life.....
The unlucky man experienced the most gruesome of agonies as his hands flailed about, feeling each and every second of that terror until death brought him the peace he so tragically cried for.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!"
It wasn't until a scream erupted into the air did the psycho structure cease his stabbing, now showered with the pieces of the man.
He rose to his feet, knife in one hand a gun in the other, and began walking up the grassy hill toward the wailing screams. The man throat sliced thru so bad, his head was hanging in the water by mere ribbons of skin connected to his body.
When the dark figure reached the car, the Honda containing the nearly decapitated man's wife alone and wounded, he stood by the driver side door for a moment and removed something from his back pocket.
It was another magazine to his gun.
The psycho structure loaded the anti-seeds into the hole puncher before entering the car with the shrieking woman and closing the door, removing the keys from his poncho pocket.
"AAAAHHH!!!! Who.... who are..... Where is my husband?!?! Why can't I move my body?! WHERE IS MY HUSBAND?!?!" The woman screamed aloud in extreme panic, unable to understand anything that is happening to her.
The dark figure started the car and simply looked at the woman before she finally noticed all the blood covering the mysterious person and the weapons in his clutches did her imagination form the worse case scenario.
"...... Your husband is dead, darling. I cut your spine at the top, because....... Well, I want to show you the reality you are trying to keep your daughter naive to."
The dark figure put the car in drive and his foot on the petal, speeding in that Honda down Izanami Avenue.
His smile grotesque and his intentions psychotic.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"