Trick or Treat

One Halloween night Vincent Mao was walking through the waterfront district, knowing it was dangerous but too angry to care. His leader Joseph had taken his belt (his belt), and with it any worthiness of respect within the Cold Bloods. He was already high, and so drunk he could barely stand; he needed to sit down so he hobbled toward an old derelict wheel boat by the ruined docks that no one had used after a hurricane some decades before.
He leaned against the wall inside the old boat, not willing to go home, it couldn’t be his home anymore, and before he knew it he had drifted off to sleep. He woke up sometime after midnight and the dark boat was lit by an orange light. Across from him sat a stool with a jack-o-lantern, lit inside and grinning at him. Vincent jerked to get up, but rusted chains held him to rigging on the wall.
Soon he heard a laugh, high pitched and cruel, and saw some kids walking into the light. They could not have been older than 13, all wore hoodies and typical trick or treating masks you could buy at Wal-Mart, A girl and two boys. One boy was short and fat, wearing a red hoodie with a grotesque rubber pig mask. The other boy was tall and thin, and wore a skull. The girl wore a home made mask made of plaster, covered in golden glitter and lip stick.
The children laughed and walked toward Vincent. The thin boy said “trick or treat mister drunk, we didn’t want you to fall out of the boat and drown so we were nice enough to chain you up!” The fat boy laughed and said “That is skull, I’m pig, and this is princess, pleased to meet you!” The girl said, “enough talk, lets see who gets to have him.” She leaned her forehead against Vincents and looked into his eyes, Vincent felt himself fall through her blue eyes and into a world of nightmares as he was locked into Princess soul gaze, and he began to scream.
Suddenly a dark form rose out of the shadows, it was a woman covered in ragged castoff clothing, she croaked in a voice that sounded dry and raspy, “Let him go”. The Children turned to her and took out fireplace pokers from the packs on their backs. The attacked her and where they struck her she barely bled fetid black blood. It was over quickly, as soon as they saw her face, it was the face of a corps that had been left to rot in the rain. The children hissed curses at her and fled, tossing the Jack-o-lantern into a grease stain that quickly erupted in flames. The woman came forward through the flames to Vincent and he closed his eyes and tried not to throw up when he smelled her rotting flesh. She said nothing and snapped his chains with her hands. Vincent was too shocked to realize he wasn’t dead, and so the woman dragged him out of the boat away from the flames. When they docks she held out her hand. Vincent grabbed his wallet and took out a few twenties and handed them to her, she turned and walked away. Vincent said “I owe you a hell of a lot more than that, what is you name?” The woman answered “Valencia.”, and melded into the shadows.

Trick or Treat

Penumbral Shift JonathanStuard