The End of Innocence

The whole thing was intentional, premeditated. All we wanted was a quick look. A glance. A glimpse. We always fantasized about her because she was older. A senior in high school. Beautiful. Powerful. So hot she scared the shit out of us. Her name was Tara, and being friends with her little brother Jerry, we hung out with him...a lot. We’d go over there, me and Poke, that is, and see her around the house in shorts, in mini-skirts, and one time—O shit—in her bikini. I think that was the time that really freaked me.

I was in middle school and into the Goth thing a little, but nothing major. Not like a lotta people. I remember one kid saying Tara sold her soul, that she was totally possessed. Said he'd seen her kill a dog one time. Snapped its neck with her bare hands when it attacked her while she was walking home. Others said he was crazy. No one else saw it. Well, she didn't look the type. Not at all. She was just fuckin' hot! Glamorous, sexy, and seemed to like showing off her body. Always wore super-short dresses. Me, I never saw anything demonic about that. More like a cheerleader type, I thought.

Then one day me and Poke tell Jerry that his sister is awesome and that we want to see her, you know, in something very revealing. It's getting summer now and maybe he can invite us over when she's going swimming or something. Jerry tells us that he can set it up for us to totally check her out. In her panties, in her fucking underwear. Don't tell us shit like that unless...

"He's fulla shit," said Poke. "No fuckin' way."

Jerry said he didn’t give a shit if we looked.

“She’s my sister, for fuck’s sake,” he said. “Why should I care?"

He said she came home and went upstairs every afternoon and changed. With her door open.

"OK," I said, "but you come with us, in case she catches us."

"No way," Jerry said. "I'm not lookin' at her like that. Are you fucking kidding me? She's my sister, ya moron!"

I couldn't believe my ears.

“Who cares if she's your sister?" I said. "She's hot! Anyway, it's not like you're gonna fuck her. You’re just—“

“Dude, I’ve seen her naked. Lotsa times. I live here, remember.”

Gorgeous girl with those smokin’ legs. A lotta times she was all me and Poke thought about, and he gets to see her naked, like, any old time. And the poor fucker’s got the ridiculous terrible luck to be her brother, so he doesn’t even care. Jeezus.

“OK. But—"

We hear her car pull up outside.

"Shit," I said," that’s her car. OK, me and Poke’ll just sneak up there to check her out. Then, you make noise coming up there so she’ll close her door. Then we’ll go over to Lewis’s.”

“Fine, said Jerry. Still don’t see the big deal. She’s just a girl.”

“C’mon, Poke, let’s go.”

Up the stairs, quiet as Indians. We waited in his parent's room next to hers. Perfect. We'd crawl silently on the plush carpet and get our glimpse. Through the door. Down on the floor. She wouldn't think to look down there. Just the sound of her coming up the stairs… Super-short mini-skirt. My heart racing. We heard her rustling in there...a coupla minutes.

“You go look.”

“No, you.”

Mouthing the words with sign language: No way she could hear us. Poke made his move. So quiet. Flat on his stomach. Nice breeze blowing through the open windows. Covered his little carpet rustling sound. He’d see her. He’d look quick and then let me go. Hope she took her time. Those words were in my head. Then I felt something. I didn’t know it or recognize it but it was inside me, a sharp spasm, sort of. Then it felt like something different, a reckoning, maybe. That was the word that came in. I never used that word. What did it mean? I got all tight then. Hurt. I needed to move. I peeked around the corner to check out Poke but he was gone. Shit. What did the idiot do?  Then that feeling turned terrifying inside me, like I was turning paralyzed or something. Something bad. I knew it in that instant. Something really dark. I was fucking scared then, real quick. Scared shitless from that feeling. Unknown shit. Then, it felt kinda cold or something, almost like the breeze had…yeah, it did. It turned to a heavy wind and the bedroom doors slammed shut, hers and the parent’s where I was. Then I heard Poke like kinda scream out, and then like it got muzzled or muffled or…something.

Shit. I better get outta here. I got up to go but my door wouldn’t open. A bathroom connected the two bedrooms, but only she used it ‘cause her parents had a master bath on the other side. I jerked the door again, but it wouldn’t open. Jammed up tight. Really strange noises now. Like, I don't know. Animals? I heard them through the walls. Or maybe through the bathroom. I couldn’t describe it. Like something new. Something maybe beyond. But then, I'm realizing that I hadn’t gotten to see her. Idiot! You’ll bust outta here, fine, 'cause its gettin' kinda weird, but don’t do it till you get a look at her, for fuck’s sake!

Of course, that thought made no sense now 'cause I was really creeped out. But still...The bathroom door on my side had slammed shut too but it opened normal. I went in and sneaked over to the one that went into Tara's room. It was closed too. I could hear it all better now. It was her. Laughing her ass off and telling Poke he was gonna pay for sneaking around. She knew he was there, I heard her say. She said she couldn't wait to punish us little rodents.

“You gross little fuckheads should know better than to tempt Satan. He takes no shit, and he gives no quarter. For him, I'll kill your asses first and ask questions later.”

Then that chilling noise again.

Shit. The door springs open and there they are. She’s still in her little black mini-skirt but with no top and they're down on the floor. She’s got Poke’s head between her deadly thighs and she’s crushing his brains out. And then she looks up at me, and her eyes have gone pure red, like marbles. No pupils, Ogod, really a Devil-Girl? That kid had said so. I remember now, I remember. Thought nothing of it. She smiles up at me and those hollow eyes take possession of me totally and I just stand there, frozen. She laughs again and says;

“You wanna say goodbye to your fuck-ass little friend? I doubt he can hear you.”

I don’t do anything. I’m just standing there, dumb-fucked.

“Say goodbye, asshole,” she says and glares at me fire-eyed.

I say it like it was my own brain doing it, but it wasn’t. It was her. Satan come to life in this powerfully beautiful girl.

“Goodbye, Poke.”

Then she jerks her body a bit, tightening those vice-grip thighs around his head, and I heard it. His neck broke, or his head cracked open, I don’t know which. Didn’t matter. He was gone. Killed him with her hot thighs. Death clamps. Her legs, Satan’s instruments of destruction.

Then, there’s Jerry, pounding on the other door 'cause he's heard those noises, too.

“Hey! What the fuck’s goin’ on in there?”

“C’mon in, butt-brain.”

That’s what she always called him.

He opened the door. When he came in, she cracked up laughing and snatched Poke’s body upright between her legs. With me and Jerry watching, she squeezed his body, really hard, and Ogod, all this, this, stuff just came up. You know, projectile like, I guess from the force of her crushing him that way. God, it was like puke and blood, really bad. Jerry and me couldn’t seem to move. We wanted to now, we wanted to get poor Poke outta there. But those red pearls of eyes. Jerry felt it too. He was starting to cry.

“Mmm,” she cooed. “Let’s see what else he’s got in there.”

She clamped down harder. Up it came. More vomit, more blood, and this time what looked like puss, a lot of it, and a bunch of green, slimy shit. I don’t know, the whole thing was about to snap my brain. Jerry balling his eyes out. Me, just standing there, my mind for sure leaving me, and this powerhouse girl with the big, beautiful, tan thighs and red devil’s eyes mutilating our friend.

Then, with her legs still wrapped around him from the back, multi-colored body-stuff oozing down his chin and onto his dead chest, she gave him one more crushing jolt. Words fail me now because whatever was coming up then was solid almost, like, I don't know, either some kind of internal organ stuff, or maybe Satan had filled his body with something... I really tried to go for her, somehow to stop this, but I couldn't move. Neither could Jerry and I started to cry with him. We're both standing there crying like babies and she's just, Ogod, crushing the fucking insides out of him and snickering softly, devilish. Then we wanted to turn away, but she wouldn't let us. She looked at us with those red, dead eyes locked on us.

“Look at me, both of you!” she commanded.

We did, and then she reached to either side of Poke’s head and with one swift motion, jerked his fucking head right off his body. Ogod. Laughing like a hyena, holding his head up now by the hair, and lets his headless body slump over, the blood pouring out in weird spurts from his jagged neck, but mostly steady. That was it for me. Something inside me came totally unhinged.

“You fucks may leave now,” she said severely. “And when they ask about him, just say he went home an hour ago. I’ll do the rest.”

She rose to her feet holding that head, wearing no top, her huge, gorgeous tits bouncing firmly before us and her little skirt now hiked up around her waist. That's the last thing I remember. They took me to this place, and I've been here ever since. They say it was a year ago now. Jerry comes to visit me, but he won't say what's happened since that day. It can't be good, I figure. Not long ago he told me that the last thing he remembers is her shouting;

“Move it, bitches! A girl needs her privacy when she’s getting dressed.”

If only we’d realized that earlier.