PHASE ONE

The initial goal was for Sidney to walk out the door. That was all. However this plan did not work for when Sydney went to turn the door handle it was locked. She had locked it; he knew he had not killed her. This was all he knew for now everything went black.

He came awake to see her face. Yes that face was always beautiful: beautiful yet evil. Sidney hated that beautiful face. She was staring down at him, while he was struggling to escape from the handcuffs.

‘I can’t move, you bitch. Why have you tied me up?’

She said not a word before she hit him again, knocking him out for a second time.

Sydney had no idea of the time of day or where he was. It could have been the same day or the week after the woman struck him with a truncheon. She wasn’t in her uniform, so he knew she wasn’t working today.

He also knew this box or room was moving.

Now Sidney was struggling to release his hands. He felt the metal cutting into his wrists.

This was all he could do; he had begun to kick at the double doors ahead of him, but they were not budging an inch. He did not know where he was, but Sidney had finally decided he was in back of a van. He also felt the van had been moving, not stationary. Yet the thing Sidney was most sure of was that he wanted the kill that woman.

The van was moving for ages. Sydney continued to struggled to get his wrist out of the handcuffs, her police handcuffs.

‘What is that bloody woman doing?’ Sydney asked himself in a whisper and another kick at the doors. Everything stopped. A commotion from somewhere. Next Sydney felt himself being raised within his prison. Thirty seconds later he heard water splashing. He was sinking now, yet liquid was not coming into the vessel. Sydney was also very hot, and he could barely breathe.

Now the van was certainly stationary, as everything came to a halt. Sidney had passed this current test, yet for one second before he thought he might be dead.

The very next moment all opened as a big wave of fresh air and light came tumbling his way as the doors he’d been kicking, flung open. Sidney and the van was in a large white room. He climbed out of the metal box that was, of course a white transit van. The floor was wet. The place had recently been filled with water.

Sydney got down from the van and started to walk around the large area, his feet squishing in the water on the floor that had and was still flushing down several drains. Sydney thought the place was a swimming bath at first. There were windows but they were up high. As far as the ginger headed man could tell it was dark outside. One door was fixed ahead of him. In a moment it swung open. A second later that woman stood there a hip pointing out to one side.

‘Hello Sydney, nice to see you again, I don’t think.’

‘I’m not really surprised to see you,’ said Sydney, not smiling.

‘I died seven years ago. That plan worked. How did you know I was still alive?’

‘That was your mistake,’ answered the man who was still in handcuffs. ‘You tried to kill me. You; my own wife.’

‘Maybe that was a mistake, Sidney. But I just couldn’t wait to get rid of you.’

‘You loved me once,’ said Sydney, who was very tired.

‘I never loved you Sydney,’ she informed him. ‘I was using you. Always the fool.’

Sydney sat down inside the van.

‘Are you going to untie me, woman?’

‘No,’ she said. ‘I’m going to kill you soon, anyway.’

‘You can try,’ added Sydney with a yell. Then he ran towards his wife. His head struck her face as the blood came and smeared into the streams of water. Both tumbled, the woman was on her back, while Sydney had fallen onto his side. He cried out in pain as the handcuffs cut further into his wrists. Next to him the woman was not moving.

‘Jenny, Jenny,’ called Sydney. He was up now, somehow. ‘Get up, Jenny.’ He kicked her gently. She groaned. Her arms moved to clean her face of the blood. She stood up.

‘You bastard.’

Sydney was down now in the moist tiles. Jenny kicked him hard in the stomach as he rolled. His wrists were beginning to bleed from the harsh cutting. He began screaming with anger and pain.

‘Take these off me, you bitch.’

‘I’m not freeing you,’ she called as more blood came from somewhere on her own body. ‘The more pain you are in the better.’

‘You really are something else,’ added Sydney, hauling himself up, managing to stand. However he was still struggling. ‘I’ll cut off my own hand if I have to.’

‘So be it,’ said the woman with a smirk which was not a smile. She smirked more as she watched her husband squirm and jerk, fiddled, pulling to release himself. ‘You can’t get out you idiot.’

The nasty woman went over to push the man, mainly for her own entertainment. What she didn’t know was that Sydney had cut through his right wrist, and the hand was about the fall off. She didn’t even realize there was more blood spilling behind him. When she pushed him Sydney dropped exactly onto his right side, cutting fulling through his wrist, thus finally severing his right hand. While the left hand was still attached to the hand cuffs, the right hand was off, lying in water and blood. Sydney was free. The mistress of evil was still laughing as her husband rushed towards her. Reaching the woman Sydney punched his wife’s cheek. But he had no hand on his right hand, so the exposed wrist bone dug itself through her face. She roared in pain and fell with blood gushing. Her husband also returned to the ground as blood from his own wound started to dry him. While on his back and life wasting away Sydney spoke his final words.

‘I love you.’

The woman he loved had spotted screaming yet holding her face, as red sauce dripped through her fingers, spoke her own last growling message.

‘I have always hated you, Sydney.’

SUGAR AND SPICE

She loved the tall man who was standing in her living room. He was also dark and handsome. But here right now Julie hated Stephen. Stephen had just informed Julie he was leaving her for a younger model. She went to slap him, but Stephen stopped her with his large builder’s hand. He was always strong. Fifteen years his senior, yet Julie was no weakling.

‘You bastard. I knew you would do this.’

‘Why did you marry me then?’ his voice was deep, calm and slimy.

Julie didn’t answer him but went to hit him again. Her open palm smacked his cheek. His face grew rose red. Stephen moved away, as his wife went for another strike. This time her red nails caught his chin and cut the skin. Julie was using her long nails like a knife, cutting towards his throat.

After the final thrust, Julie had severed the jugular. She pulled her finger away and watched her young husband fall onto the kitchen floor.

As Stephen lay on her mat, the blood seeping from the back of his neck, Julie began to weep. In the chair at the table she sat and continued to sob. She sipped the cold dregs of her last cup of coffee.

Some minutes past when Julie realized she had to dispose of the body. She looked down at her husband. He was like an inanimate object, only big and heavy. The large woman, now 56 grabbed the lump that used to be her unfaithful husband. She kicked him for good measure. This was not to make sure he was dead, but somewhere at the back of her mind Julie hoped that Stephen was still alive.

Julie started the job to rid herself of that man once and for all. She went to lift his lazy carcass.

The body was awkward, somehow she was dragging him out the back. The rain pelting down on her clothes, drenching her. The mud was making him more wet and ever more heavy.

‘Why didn’t I kill myself instead of you?’ she wished, talking aloud. After Julie had dug the hole and pushed the body down into the muddy pit, she heard it. From inside the darkness, a white figure was standing. On seeing the scene Julie slipped on the mud and the small hole. She dared to look up from the hole. Because standing in the pouring rain yet not getting wet was Stephen, alive and well.

This figure was standing ahead of her, while his empty body lay in the rain, ready for his wife to push him into his unsacred grave.

Steven was speaking with no sound coming out. Julie could not read lips, but she knew the words he was trying to form. Julie could not move in the mud, as the heavy rain helped it slid down to fill the grave. She understood the words he was trying to form. She was struggling to escape the filling grave, which was now under her chin.

Steven was never a joker, but these words indicated that the young woman he had referred to earlier that evening did not actually exist.

THE CAVE MAN

I had been studying the ancient tribes of Germany for many years when I heard about the 3,000 year old body that was discovered last year. The week after that I took myself to Germany to see the specimen with my own eyes.

I arrived in Berlin on Thursday, by Friday evening I had met the professor Grunt and the ancient humanoid.

It was no surprise that the media had left out one significant fact about the find. The caveman was alive!

With this very eyes I was watching a man from prehistory jump, run and play in a laboratory that had been set up to resemble an environment the individual was accustomed to, 50 thousand years ago. But Dr Grunt told me he was not as old as that.

‘By my findings this man (Darkeyes, we have named him), lived around ten thousand years ago.’

‘How is he alive. What did you do to him?’ was my contribution to the conversation.

‘When we found Darkeyes he was remarkably preserved in the pit not ten miles from this laboratory. After we had routinely placed him in our observation centre; a morgue of sorts, we discovered that he was beginning to breath. With extra help, we were able to revive him fully. The brain and heart were both in remarkable condition. I understand this makes little sense.’

‘This all sounds like a fairy story,’ I said.

Professor Grunt began to laugh heartily at this remark. When he was calm again he told me,

‘When you see the specimen, you will understand why that it is so funny. And don’t be surprised that he speaks perfect English. Darkeyes also speaks German and any language we teach him very quickly.’

‘That’s remarkable.’

‘You are correct, doctor,’ smiled the professor. ‘Darkeyes is indeed a most remarkable creature.’

The professor lead me through a door. Next we were in a paradise. This vast room was set out into large outside area, green with trees and all types of flowers and fauna. While I was in awe of the scenery I saw him.

The awesome man, less apelike than I had imagined looked at me with his big brown eyes. His hair was long and curly yet wrapped in a black band. He was covered in hair and as he stepped back I saw his gigantic brown coloured wings spring out behind him. I was just inside his enclosure, as he spoke to me in pure English.

‘I can never leave here,’ he said plainly.

‘But…but you have wings.’ My thoughts was spoken out load.

‘I’m sorry to surprise you like this,’ articulated Darkeyes. ‘I instructed the professor to leave out that peace of information until you met me. I have many other surprise to show you too.’

‘The fact that you are alive was enough.’ I had to sit now. When I looked up at Darkeyes his wings were gone. I mumbled, sputtered and pointed at the cave man.

Darkeyes smiled with his dark features.

‘They fold into my back when I don’t use them.’

‘That’s why I couldn’t see them when I watched you from box.’

‘That’s correct,’ he returned. ‘They do not hurt.’

After my rest I got up on my feet. And now more questions were rushing into my mind.

‘Do you remember your life before?’

‘Yes I remember my life very clearly.’

‘Where you alone?’ I asked.

‘I was at first, then there was a woman. More humans came after that. There were animals.’ He began to walk around, pick at the artificial plants.

‘Where did the woman came from?’ I asked this while in my head, my mind was moving ahead of me, building up more questions.

‘One morning I awoke, and she was lying next to me,’ Darkeyes told me his eyes sparkling. ‘She was so beautiful.’

While he looked at me and answered my questions, something had entered my mind. I asked a new question.

‘Did you have any children?’

‘Many,’ he said.

‘What about your parents?’

‘I only had one parent,’ he said. This was enough for me. I called professor Grunt.

‘Is this a joke?’

‘What do you mean?’ Grunt quizzed.

‘You know what I mean, professor.’

The professor shrugged his shoulder, while Darkeyes had vanished.

‘You expect me to believe this is the biblical Adam, don’t you?’

‘What? No,’ the doctor insisted. ‘No, this never crossed my mind.’

Then I heard laughter. Darkeyes had reappeared and was in fits of hysterics.

‘Adam. Adam!’ he called. ‘My name was not Adam. And God was not my father. My real name was Tamada. My creator was a man. A man from another world. His name was Yelweb.’

‘This Yelweb made our world?’ I asked him.

‘I don’t know. But I do know he made me and my wife and the other people from my village.’

‘Where was this village?’

‘It was here, I believe,’ he answered me. ‘Everywhere was much hotter then.’

‘Germany was tropical about 7 thousand years ago,’ added the professor.

I knew all of that. What I could get my head around was how Darkeyes was alive and who Yelweb was.

‘Where did you find Darkeyes?’

The professor became nervous before he told me.

‘I have a confession to make.’ The German was not looking at me. ‘We didn’t find Darkeyes.’

‘I came here,’ intersected the caveman.

‘Where from?’ I quizzed more angry and confused now.

‘From my

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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 12.05.2021
ISBN: 978-3-7487-8250-6

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