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On Night's Wings

		     HYPNOSIS/MIND-CONTROL
				"ON NIGHT'S WINGS"
				(by Mesmer) (C)
				Chapter I

			     * * *

He watched as she left the disco like someone who hadn't a care in the
world. Young and sexy, just the way he liked them to be. A little
drunk helped too, and this one in the red and black short dress showed
she was a little of that as she swayed from side to side in an
exaggerated, hip-swinging walk toward the darkened car park. His blood
began to pound and his body went rigid inside his clothes as it always
did just before, as if the adrenalin pumps inside his mind had been
turned fully up. The skin all over his body prickled with a light
sweat of adrenalin-inspired life-energy that he revelled in each time
he took one. He loved it as he loved his life. It made him feel alive,
as if coming awake after a millennium of sleeping. He smiled thinly to
himself at that thought. Each one of them died, had to give their
lives so that he could live a little longer ... until the next one.

The city breathed, like a living, waiting giant, pulsing its
life-giving aura freely to those who could feel and sense its
heart-beat: to those who were, or had been deemed worthy. A myriad of
ever-changing coloured lights rotated the kaleidoscope of the city's
sparkling coat of many colours as it passed by with the sensed and
felt lateral movement of the earth and ever- changing position above
it. He sensed it first, like a ripple i the universe of life's own
energy: that all-knowing feeling in his very pores. And then, as
always, he felt it in the very centre of his immortal soul. Another
one, needing to be set free like a small bird in a cage so large that
the sides and shape could no longer be seen, causing confusion as to
the original chosen direction. And there always would be another one.
For, from them, and on them he lived.  And the world was all the
better for his timely intervention like a patron Saint showing the way
to those who were lost. It always was ... the world was always the
better, as well as the chosen spirit set free to try again, yet one
more time ... and he would be always there for them: each an island
unto himself for safe-keeping ... until the next one. And there would
always be, a next one ...

The second her car keys went in the lock on the side of her car's door
he moved. Like lighting from the dark sky above he was on her and he
was all over her at the same time. The young twenty year old didn't
have a chance. The force from the blow of his closed fist as it
slammed violently into the back of her head stunned her, without
knocking her unconscious.  He caught her deftly as she sagged into his
arms, after her body exploded into the hard steel of the side of the
car with the force of a cannon ball.   She collapsed into his arms
like a broken rag doll-limp and lifeless. And in that way did he
bodily throw the dazed woman over the bonnet of her own car, such that
her buttocks and legs dangled freely before him while he proceeded to
rip and tear the flimsy black underwear from her slack and vulnerable
body until her nakedness lay outstretched and exposed before his
maddened, hungry gaze.   He fumbled with his own clothes until he too
was naked from the waist down, his trousers now gathered around his
ankles. He looked around the darkened car park while holding the dazed
woman flat across the cold steel bonnet of the car with one hand
pressed firmly between her shoulder blades. There was no one. There
never was. He chose his marks and his locations all too well.   She
was stirring back to life. Good. It was good that she be awake when it
happened.  So she could feel. He moved against her, revelling in the
electric feel of the warm flesh of her naked buttocks. He backed away
a little, then forced her legs apart more widely with his knees.
Reaching down between her wide-spread legs he felt her, warm, moist,
and furry. He dipped her more deeply as she stirred quickly from the
touch of his penetrations inside her being.   He forced her down
harder against the cold steel and moved firmly against her buttocks
once again, guiding himself to the sought-after target of his initial
desire. And he never missed his target. He didn't this time either as
he hilted her violently to the core, over and over again. Her body
slammed again and again against the side panel of the car's bonnet as
his vicious thrusts into her exploded her thighs forward against the
side of her car, while, with each savage drive into her trapped and
helpless centre she screamed pitifully and pathetically. His deep,
tearing, penetrating invasions into her very centre of her womanly
essence. No one heard. No one came. They never did.   Finally, he
hunched over the writhing young woman's back and thrust one last
brutal time against her now-hot fleshy buttocks, made so from the fear
and terror that raged through her mind, her senses, and her captive
body. Then he pressed her down viciously, knocking the wind from her
young lungs with a whooshing sound that made him smile at his peak. He
grunted and stiffened against her fleshy thighs, emptying his
demon-seed deeply into her bruised and bleeding young core. For a few
minutes he held her pinned between his still- pulsing body and the
cold, unfeeling steel of her own car, regaining his breath and
alertness and his strength for the final act.   Finally, after several
minutes of stillness while he remained deeply embedded inside the
young woman's captive channel he felt himself harden to the occasion
of his coming.  Slowly he withdrew from her wet hotness, and, in
spreading the cheeks of her buttocks with his right h and he guided
himself between them until he penetrated the tightness of her tight
centre. The young terrorised woman screamed from the invasion of
excruciating agony of her tearing, burning flesh. He laughed insanely,
his own personal power and madness heightened by her trembling body
beneath him and around him. Her own fear state caused her buttocks to
flex wildly, gripping him more tightly in his brutal thrusts inside
her, lifting his wild, ego- driven insanity to even greater heights.
Then slowly, as his peak began to arrive a second time, the
long-bladed knife slid from its hidden sheath in a shoulder scabbard
and rises high into the electric air above the fear-driven aura of the
young woman's left shoulder blade, right above her wildly beating and
fluttering heart. He timed his body's release to when the gleaming
sharp blade reached its zenith, and, a split second before his fluids
once more bathed the broken and bleeding insides of her torn and
battered flesh he tensed from head to toe, momentarily freezing for
that instant in time as he tightened his grip on the bone handle of
the knife for its travel downward to pierce her back, body and
thumping, pounding heart, driving it  into fibrillation for the last
time. At that precise moment in time he lived again ... frozen like a
grotesque statue of terror and fear ... but only until the next time
... and then he would live again. But for now, as his mind and senses,
along with his body prepared to empty ... she was ready for the final
act ... and so was he ...

It was all a matter of timing, and lessons to be learned for the young
and ignorant of life's trappings and pitfalls. This was one of those
times, It always was. Something good always came out of something not
so good. And it would be the same this time.   The earth's surface
rushed toward him. Lights blurred, blinked and flashed. The powerful
muscles and tendons of  other-worldly power drove him downward at an
angle of sixty degrees to the horizontal, but of the intersection of
his trajectory and his target there was never doubt. There never was.
The speed was blurring into sound that would deafen the human ear as
the distance closed like the last century of time itself. His arms
reached forward, fingers of steel outstretched, elongated in an
unearthly way, poised and ready. And then the distance between them
was instantly no longer as he closed his vice-like grip on the hand
held high in the air. As the tendoned fingers of both hands closed
over the up-stretched wrist and upper arm his trajectory changed
abruptly to almost vertical, taking the hand and arm in his steel grip
with it, and nothing more.   It was over in a second, and, from a
hundred feet in the air above he began his slow descent, utilising all
of nature's forces for the final act, his eyes glowing in their
fixated stare at the now one-armed man who writhed in agony on the
dirty ground beneath him, just as the terrified and battered young
woman had writhed in agony only seconds before. And then the earth and
the destiny of the one-armed man in the dirt at his feet became one as
the shadow had fell across both man and woman, darker than the night
that had previously adorned every corner of the deserted car park.
His glowering gaze swept across the half-naked young woman who still
lay withing slowly in agony across the shining metal bonnet. His left
hand slowly came to rest on her lower back and she calmed instantly.
He heard her sigh as the excruciating pain left her tortured body and
was set free into the night sky. He pressed a little more firmly and
her eyes closed gently in sleep. Her body deflated and her head rolled
sideways. Slack and unknowing. Unconscious, and, to her tortured soul,
now, peacefully unfeeling.  The red-orbed eyes glowed suddenly
brighter as they slowly left the sleeping, half- naked young woman and
travelled downward into the dirt at his feet. The pathetic moans of
agony were not the just retribution for this one, yet. The empty
socket at his shoulder where his arm once joined pumped arterial blood
wastefully into the dirt, to be absorbed instantly by mother nature in
spite of its volume. He loosened his grip and the arm that once
belonged dropped beside its past owner, flopping lifelessly inn the
dist beside its owners face.  His arm seemed to grow from his shoulder
as it reached downward. Fingers of steel once more tightened their
grip on soft, warm flesh and lifted as if  lifting a feather, until he
held the entire man level with his gaze, high above the dirty earth of
the blood-stained car park. The pain-wracked eyes on the other end of
that gaze opened and blinked through their agony and anguish. And then
they widened in sheer, bloody terror for the very last time in their
present existence as the hand which held him by his remaining arm
closed the distance between the origin of the gaze and his own bulging
eyes for only a split second.   His lips snarled and curled back over
lengthened prominent pincers of razor sharpness, which then closed
slowly, piercing through the one-armed man's blood-curdling screams
that peaked higher than a few minutes before: sinking deeply through
the thin walls containing the dark, arterial blood until it ran free
and flowing. Finally, slowly, savouring the inevitable pleasure of
universal justice his lips closed over the wound, sealing the flow of
the red river within the drinking confines of his mouth. And then
completely did he drain dry the human savager of young, innocent women
and girls, of every last drop of life-sustaining fluid that had
existed within the thin wall of veins anywhere within the man's body
only seconds before, so setting another misguided spirit free, back to
the Source, to try yet again for progress on life's journey clear, now
released forcibly from the starlight of its yester- year... and then,
releasing the withered husk of what once was a human being to fall to
the dirt from whence it came, he became one with the darkened night
from which he had been spawned ... and so the crusade continued as it
always had, for centuries uncounted ... and, as it always would.

                    * * *   (to be continued) 


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