Cat’s Eyes
With his holdall packed, Alex was ready to leave. With a
quick silent prayer, he closed the door and made his way out into the hustle
and bustle of the night life. Anonymously, he walked with purpose, dodging
passersby with his head down, hood pulled right over; it was surprising he
could see where he was going but he’d walked this journey before and now it was
like a map in his head.
Soon the streets quietened and Alex found himself in a
residential neighbourhood; signs of family life strewn across yards in the form
of footballs, tricycles, bats and skipping ropes. Signs of suburbia assaulted
him; lawn mowers, barbecues, dogs. The bile rose in his stomach. He whispered
another prayer and watched.
This was the part that fuelled his imagination, his need to
feel part of this middle-class world, observing life; the routines of suburbia
where everything seemed to run like clockwork. But he’d seen it all before. He
already knew the house, the family, the time of his arrival. He just needed the
signal. A cat jumped out, startling him, but he liked cats and beckoned it; soft,
warm fur, powerful hunter’s eyes. Alex felt at one with the cat, understanding
him. But it was a distraction. In swiping the cat away, the cat swiped back and
nicked Alex’s hand before running off into the night.
Lights out.
Alex crept from behind the woodland at the
bottom of the garden, pulling his gloves on, dismantling the alarm with ease;
the code never changed; surburbians loved routine. He was inside within
seconds. Before creeping upstairs, he stopped in front of the mirror. Shining
his torch, he saw his reflection. He smiled as again he whispered another
prayer and crossed his heart. He saw the signal; a halo in the reflection,
above his head. He was doing the work of God, purging society from the evils of
excess and he had a long way to go.
The Smyths' were the first family, quickly followed by the
Robinsons' and the Millers'. Only then did people start to take interest.
Newspapers consumed every detail, detectives voiced their appeals on television
but no one knew. They would never know. For his was a solitary journey, a
secret journey sent to him by the highest authority in the land. He could hear
him now, urging him to complete this task as he took each carpeted step gracefully,
breathing calmly. The family portraits lining the stairs smiled down at him but
he had someone bigger smiling down on him.
All the doors were closed but he knew who was on the other
side of each one. He’d been good and done all his homework. His bag, now
unzipped was ready and so was he.
It had been a long
but satisfying night as Alex got home whilst it was still dark. He showered,
letting the hot water melt away the aches and pains of crouching around in damp
places. The TV was showing some game show and he watched whilst eating a
microwave meal before dozing.
“Another brutal murder has taken place, this time the Young
family,” the news reporter said as Alex awoke. He quickly turned up the TV; he
liked this bit. Hell, he liked all of it!
The news item quickly swung to the
house where a crowd had gathered. A detective came on screen. “I know who you
are! I know you! Your journey is about to come to an end and I’ll be meeting
you,” he said, staring right at Alex. Alex laughed. The camera widened. Alex
sat up. Something caught his attention.
Behind the detective, a police officer was holding a . . . . . . . it
couldn’t be! . . . . . . . . . That cat! She was holding that cat and someone was
taking something from its paw. . . .
Alex’s face blanched as he ran to the bathroom; his
microwave meal taking a quick journey down the toilet. He rinsed his mouth. He
looked in the mirror but no signal came. He looked down at the scratch on his
hand, a wry smile on his worn out face.
Alex had always liked cats.
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Written for this week's Mid-Week_Blues-Buster over at The Tsuruoka Files. This week was an obscure song by The Police called Secret Journey which oyu can listen to here.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Keolc7BpTcI&feature=youtu.be. I would say happy listening but it took me to a dark place, even with the kitty. xx
The horror of crime in the suburbs, and the cat...brilliant. Some great reactions too, including losing his meal down the toilet! Your background worked well with this Lizzie!
ReplyDeleteEerie yet I love the brilliant description and Ha yes the cat detective! ;-) x
ReplyDeleteWoa! I love your take on the song! I also got a creepy serial killer vibe lol, but your writing is EXCELLENT! Go you!
ReplyDeleteBrilliant - Maia and I loved this!!! x
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