Horror Sensation/HORROR.iso/stories/16.txt

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@ GREEN MAN

# By Mr Dark 1994


 A brick crashed into my right cheek.
 Didn't have any thoughts, really. Just "Je-je-jesus what's happenin'
to me" kind of shit - the sort of thought that make no sense because
whats just happened makes no sense either.
 My eyes blurred. No pain, really. Had a headache anyway, probably
nulled all the pain. Felt anger though - curious, powerful anger that
breaks down the barriers of mental stability. I'd had a hard day. A
long, bitching day... who ever'd thrown the brick wasn't safe anymore.
 They'd demolished the gates of hell.
 I stopped, cocked my head on one side, loosened my tie. Was I really
laughing or was that the noise of somebody else?
 Kid laugh. Of Course. Not me. I didn't laugh like a clown. Son-bitch
wandering down the path up there by the school gates, comin' towards
me... he was the amused one. He'd hit the bull's eye.
 HA! HAHAHA!
 Fuckin' hilarious, right?
 Wrong; not funny-funny. Wanna see funny-funny? I'll show you funny-
funny. Know who I am? Know who I'm friends with? Should do. Wouldn't
hit anyone else with a brick wouldja? No.
 Felt the pain now. He'd hit me good. Hit me good and hard, cos I
could feel a lump you know? Pain, physical damage and lotsa laughter
shouldn't be mixed but they can mix. Oh yes. Result is a strong
potion... big chemical reaction.
 Nasty reaction.
 Dropped school bag, turned, blinked eyes, saw target, heard laughter,
began to seek target. Shoes flat, slippy, uncomfortable but me fast
runner - able to catch anyone, any size, any speed. No escape. Must
show little pecker throwin' bricks in people's faces isn't funny-
funny. Must tell him secrets too.
 Secrets about the Green Man.
 Kid didn't run. I'm not a threat, am I? Kid's got older brothers, kid
knows people who'll KILL guys like me. Think nothin' of it. If I hurt
him he'll get people to hurt me. Do I care?
 Deep down - yes. Right now - no.
 Kid needs teaching. School can't teach lessons like mine. Some
secrets need to be whispered in kids ear. Must make kid understand.
 HAHAHA!
 Kid stopped. Laughter didn't. I didn't. Is there anyone around to see
this? What about my abandoned school bag? Anyone around to steal it?
Do I care? Deep down - yes. Right now - no.
 "You can't touch me!" Kid screamed and made a stance, one fist in the
air. "I was just fuckin' around." I thundered nearer and nearer, face
twisted, uneven teeth showing like a Vampire's. Kid stumbled back. "I
said I was JUST FUCKIN' AROUND! I NEVER MEANT TO HIT-" I rammed into
the kid, knocked him flat. Kid hicupped and wheezed and started to
crawl. Face got red. Eyes started to water.
 Funny-funny, right?
 I crouched to the kid, grabbed his shirt in both hands. Up he came,
throwing punches in all directions. My stomach tensed; no pain would
it accept. I pulled the kid's hair, made him hurt a bit, made him stop
paddling around.
 "You're DEAD!" he screamed. "You're FUCKIN' DEAD! DEAD DEAD DEAD!"
 Something snapped; my sanity maybe...? What evil God shapes children
like this? What foul being allows the generation of such warped,
twisted youngsters? If I hurt this pitiful creature will I become as
low and as pathetic as him? Do I care?
 Deep down - yes. Right now - no.
 My teeth came together, my eyes narrowed. A bolt of electricity
crackled up my spine, flooding my mouth with saliva, burning my mind
with fury... this kid will grow up and hurt people, disrupt peace and
rape society. I must punish him for what he will do. I must beat him
to a pulp in advance.
 Or whisper to him the secret of the Green Man.
 "Don't care," I hissed and shot the kid hard in the stomach. He
moaned and buckled up like a deckchair. Hitting a kid wasn't at all
like I had expected. My knuckles had rammed into bone... ribs. The
power of my punch had torn clothing, burned skin. Ribbons of snot
dangled from the kid's nose. He coughed, tried to speak, couldn't.
Clung on to my arms for support. I shook him and hissed, "Really don't
care, really don't."
 I threw him on the floor. Kid didn't cry; people were around. Some
even watching (wisely; none interferring). Got down, leaned over the
kid, held his arms still and by his sides.
 "GET OFF MEEE! OFF MEEE!" Kid cried. "GET THE FUCK OFF-"
 "Stay still."
 "OFF! OOOOOFF!"
 "Stay still or I'll whack you again. Harder."
 "OFF!"
 "I mean it! STAY STILL!"
 Wriggling stoppeds. Breathing harsh, deep, panick-stricken. "My Dads
gonna buh-beat your fuh-fuckin' head in-"
 "I don't care-"
 "-then my bruh-brother'll come and-"
 "I really don't care, just shut up, you need to know-"
 "-my mate'll CRUSH your FUCKIN' HEAD-"
 "-a secret, are you ready? I'm going to tell you-"
 "-and you'll never touch me again! Never! He'll-"
 "-A secret!" I shook him, hard. "LISTEN! LISTEN TO ME! LISTEN TO ME
OR I'LL BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!" Kid stopped bawling, swallowed,
looked around.
 "HEEEELP!" he screamed. "HEEEELP!"
 "Shut UP!" I shook him yet again, swinging my head left and right.
 "He's gonna KILL MEEEE!"
 "I said shut the fuck UP!" I said harshly, impatiently. "I MEAN IT!"
 Kid was mute again. Nobody was coming to help him. Several onlookers
yelled something like "leave him alone" but I ignored them. They
didn't know about the brick. Didn't know about this kid's future...
this kid might grow up and rape any one of them for Christ's sake!
They didn't see that, though. They just saw me pinning him down to the
pavement. Just that, nothing else...
 No brick, no hurt, no pain.
 I lowered my face to his. I saw his fear; what was I going to do? Was
I going to bite him? Was I going to open his mouth and spit down his
throat? What...?
 "What's your name?"
 "FUCK YOU!"
 "Tell me."
 "I SAID FUCK YOUR SISTER!"
 My mouth came down, my breath scorched his face. His skin was smooth,
spotless, dangerously clean. I examined his trembling lips. He noticed
my stare and swallowed, hard.
 "Tell me your name," I whispered. "Or I'll kiss you."
 The kid's eyes shot open wide. His body trembled. "Kevin MacDonner,"
he said in a soft, weedy voice. I guess the vision of me actually
kissing him - hard, deep and long - in front of all the spectators was
enough to drive him into semi-submission.
 "There's a man comes around, comes knockin' at your door," I told
him. "He's green, he's mean, he's a killing machine. Hitting me with
a brick will lower the number of days before he gets to you, to your
house. Do you know about the man? The Green Man?"
 Kevin MacDonner shook his head quickly. "Leave me alone! Leave me-"
 "Shhh," I leaned a bit closer. He tried to angle his head away.
 "Don't kiss me!" he whimpered. "Please don't do it! Please! PLEASE!"
 "Listen and I won't," I said.
 His head slowly came back. "I'm listenin'. I'm listenin'."
 "How old are you?"
 "Twelve."
 "You've seen the Green Man haven't you?"
 He screwed his face up. "Green Man... what the fuck're you talkin'
about? I-"
 "There's a man sits outside the school isn't there?"
 Kevin said. "Yeah, so?"
 "What do you call him?"
 "'The Bogey' cos his face is..." the kid's voice slowed down. "...a
kinda greeny colour hey man your fuckin' head's bleedin'!" he tilted
his face away quickly. A droplet of my own blood splashed down onto
his cheek. "FUCK!" he shouted, eyes closed, teeth showing. "Oh FUCK!
GET THE FUCK OFF! PLEASE! YOU'RE BLEEDIN' ON ME!"
 "And who's fault is that?" I asked. The kid said nothing. "The tramp
you call 'The Bogey' is the Green Man. You've seen him looking at the
girls in the playground haven't you? Haven't you?"
 Kevin nodded. "He's a perv. Everyone knows that."
 "Remember Rachel Walker? Remember how the Green Man chased her?"
 "Yes! What're you TALKING ABOUT?" he struggled a bit.
 "The Green Man is queer." I said. "And if you don't stop fucking
people around, he'll come and get YOU. He'll BUM you, Kevin. He'll get
you behind the bushes and he'll ram you stupid! You're scared of me
kissing you? Imagine the Green Man doing it to you, hard. Imagine his
sweaty cock sliding in and out of your ringpiece, huh?"
 "You're sick!" Kevin cried, tears rolling down his cheeks. "You're a
sick fucker! The Bogey won't get me! He doesn't even KNOW me!"
 "No," I whispered, leaning closer than ever.
 "Don't! Don't!" Kevin squealed.
 "You're right, the Green Man doesn't know you. But I know him..." I
smiled gently. "And so very soon... he will know you."
 Kevin MacDonner made a weird gargling sound. His body shook, his arms
exploded with goose-pimples. Blood from my head pattered down over his
up-turned face but he didn't blink. His fearful face stayed as solid
as a rock.
 Got up, breathed in the air, looked around. Pupils all over the
place, chattering, giggling. Scared, they were. And over in the corner
of the school yard, half-hidden behind the bushes, the Green Man...
 Watching.
 Walked to my school bag. Picked it up. Marched on home.
 Got in. Touched my head. Still bleeding.
 Sniggered.
 Funny-funny, right?
 Right.