The Death of 1977 (Book 3)

Chapter 39

Arthur appeared from out of the dense mist in the late night forest as if he were a fixture within the haze itself. He stood and meticulously studied the still, dark and quiet area with vigilant precision, not wanting to make any sudden moves. By then the rain had slowed to a whispering spray that felt soothing on his bald head. Arthur noticed that it was so dark that even his night eyes that were piercing the blackness were having a difficult time seeing straight. A sorrowful and echoing moan in the forest caught the man by surprise just then. It was so miserable and heavy that it caused Arthur's stomach to turn at that moment. But the moment the echo passed a blissful grin crossed his face.

"I hear you, poor children." He chuckled from his gut before plodding down a trail.

The man continued to walk until he came to a hut where light was flickering within. Before he could even come to the front door Arthur could hear what sounded like music coming from inside. More like humming. He then looked down at the doorstep to notice a flimsy, black skirt just lying about. He reached down, picked it up and sniffed at its fabric.

"Mama," he sneered so delightfully."

With extreme caution he neared the front door and simply pushed it open only to find both Senada and Cusha seated at the table humming the old tune, 'Take me to the water'. Arthur shut the door behind him and stood before the two women with a most curious glare on his face, as to say he was both pleased and surprised all at once.

"Is it be him?" Senada slid her hand across the table.

Cusha just looked up at the man for a moment and regretfully replied, "It be."

Arthur continued to stand and stare before he eventually said, "I do not know you." He pointed at Cusha. "But I do recall you." He then hissed at Senada. "Where have you been all dis time?"

"I be where I am." Senada answered with a quiver in her throat.

Arthur gawked all around the tiny hut which was lit up with candles from one corner to the other. "She not here, I see." He said.

Neither woman said a word. Arthur actually held his breath and looked up at the leaking ceiling before looking back at Cusha and gazing deep into her eyes.

"Ahhh...so we meet again." He smiled. "Now I know why you are here."

"Why are you this way?" Cusha asked.

"I am simply a victim of circumstance." Arthur patted his chest.

"You were never a good person." Senada gritted her teeth. "Do you

lying on the floor in the same corner. He studied the smelly, filthy thing from front to back before looking back

"Yes...I remember your boys now. Dey both went smoothly down

you took?" Cusha asked. "Are you happy with what took place

"Isaac was a first." Arthur remarked. "He was very unusual in de sense dat he was de

"You call it grace, but it was hell

a blessing," he stated. "Had he kept on he would

at both women. He glanced all over the room some more before

"Where is

close to Cusha and stood

Staring up at the man, Cusha said, "This

"She is

better than us. Or is you're

enraged animal on the hunt. He kept on eating and swallowing her insides

dripping all over the floor the man walked up behind

"Where is my knife?" Senada

and neck before whispering, "Both

all of the sudden vomited black ooze from out of her mouth before dropping to her knees. Arthur stood above her and looked down as if

wounded animals." He growled. "I

took Senada by the neck and twisted it, leaving her head dangling to the side before her entire body collapsed altogether. Arthur stood back and looked a bit longer at the dead woman before glancing back at Cusha's corpse. Then, one by one he

"Isaac, my dear friend," he spoke while heading for the door. "Where is your

same direction he first came, a pungent aroma caught his senses. He looked down to see a glistening substance on the ground. It was blood; Thick, fresh blood that was layering the ground before him like oozing oil. Arthur followed the trail that led

trail was still strong, so much that Arthur could hardly contain himself from wanting to devour the lone swine that was steadily sleeping in its pen. He opened his

stopped and gazed down at the pier where numerous boats were docked. He then looked over

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