The Slasher

It’s Saturday night and a new rockers club has just opened ‘The Sphinx.’ A new head line act were playing Crucifix a Goth band consisting of a lead guitarist, a base guitarist, a drummer and a lead vocalist. Who dressed head to toe in black, his face looking similar to that of Marylin Manson black make up spread across it, black painted nails, and biker boots.

Teenagers flocked outside the club by the hundreds, but only a few out of every hundred got let in.

They all sandwiched onto the dance floor. The lights dimmed a main beam shone on the stage across onto the band which introd. The lead vocalist entered onto the stage dressed head to toe in black. He began to sing as they revealed a six foot crucifix stood on the stage a dark haired male plastered in makeup pulled out a knife slashing the innocent girl he had got to take part in the crucifixion.

Two weeks later

People flocked outside The Sphinx night club in there hundreds but only a few out of every hundred got in.

They all sandwiched in onto the dance floor waiting for the headline act ‘CRUCIFIX’ to come on stage.

The lights dimmed a main beam shone on the stage the lead singer began to sing.

‘All old in this city we live in this ghost town of ours no one lives no one dies

Capture it in your hearts capture it in your minds

This city of death silence is around us as darkness falls. Night passed the day dawns. Full of empty spaces no one knows why

But I Angel of hell angel of death taking lives

Who the hell am I? Who the hell are you?’

The lights dimmed the crowed screamed.

The drums rolled the guitars intro.

‘Vengeance.

Crucifix is here to stay. Who gives a shit.

Just give us a break. Jumping down our necks. I’d rather live than die. My mind’s all screwed up

Which way shall I turn? Who knows? Who cares? Who really gives a shit

Vengeance. Crucifix

Vengeance. Destroyer. Vengeance.’

The crowed screamed.

‘I lay awake in the darkened room Hoping and praying it would go away. These voices in my head screaming out Driving me crazy Splitting my head in two My mind’s fading

No screaming stop screaming

Holly shit Keep away from me Stay away from me

Cramped up in the very little brain I have

Get away Keep away Stay away

Screaming.’

The crowed roared.

‘For my forth and final song I’d like a girl out of the audience to come on stage and help me out.’

They all stood silent.

‘Come on there’s got to be at least a hundred girls in the audience tonight scream for me.’

They all screamed.

‘I can’t hear you a little louder.’

They all screamed.

The room shuck.

‘That’s better I’ll take you.’

He pointed to a red haired girl on the dance floor surrounded by males.

‘Yes you.’

She walked slowly across the dance floor to the stage where he took her hand leading her up onto the stage

‘So what’s your name?’

‘Donna.’

‘Well Donna don’t worry this is my first time too.’

She stared at him panicking as he led her to the crucifix and tied her to it.

‘Only kidding I’ve done it a thousand times before.’

He pushed the steps away and turned to the crowed.

‘When I say what shall I do with her you shout kill her lets try it. What shall I do?’

‘Kill her!’

‘I can’t hear you a little louder what shall I do?’

‘Kill her!’

‘That’s better.’

‘The band slammed the guitars heavy and fast.’

‘She’s on the crucifix what shall I do?’

‘Kill her!’

‘She’s hung for doing wrong what shall I do?’

‘Kill her!’

He held the microphone out to the crowd.

‘I can’t hear you!’

‘Kill her!’

He pulled a knife out of his pocket showing it to the audience

They stood shocked.

‘Child of the crucifix could do no wrong but she lost her way what shall I do?’

‘Kill her!’

‘The gods have spoken we must kill the child of the crucifix of the devil’

He turned to the red haired girl, slashing her.

‘A cross I leave on the child of the crucifix now she is dead the devil is no longer.’

The curtains dropped the lights dimmed.