Primal Fear

The street is dark. A cold silly wind is blowing from the north. Or maybe it’s his fear. He could feel an adrenalin rush through his blood stream. Heart is beating faster. His legs were not keeping up with him as the lamp-post is getting closer. He can see the figure now. A hunched man is sitting below the lamp where lights won’t reach. The figure’s silhouette bore a demonic feel. His heart is pounding hard and crashing against the walls of his chest. 

There is no other way. He has to pass the post. This figure has followed him for long now. He has to win over his fear. For a moment he stole a glance at the demonic eyes. The eyes spilled volumes of hatred and face is like that of Satan’s. The wretched soul looked at him with a sly grin and for a moment he thought he saw a knife’s glint. The man reached for something under his coat, but today he is prepared too. He had enough. With a feeling mixed with courage, fear and helplessness, he took out the meat chopper to scare the man away. But the man will not stop. His hands were drawing out something. Fear took him over and he made a blow. After that he did not remember anything except that he ran hard. The man will not bother him for sure, at least for the time being. By that time he will be far away.

The detective looked at the mutilated corpse of the street dweller. The head was lying a foot away from the body. He could hear a news agent babbling about the murder. They have a name for the serial killer too. The traveling chopper.