The Lamontra massacre

this chapter is alittle longer and if I do say so myself, written alittle better. enjoy\

" Ok, just one last question. " Derek said. After completing the long awaited task to fill up the van, the guys wanted to check out that fuckin monster musem, mostly to just take pictures for our album cover, if we ever even get to that point. We waste about 45 minutes asking questions about some fuck called Dr.Satan. I can tell that that spaulding sonavabitch is getting pissed off cause derek won't shut the fuck up. " Derek, can we please wrap this up and hit the road already?" " You should listen to your woman, son. I already done told you ever god damn thing there's to be heard about Dr. Satan. Now if you don't want your nuts ripped off and handed back to ya in gift wrap, you can take your ass out so I can close up shop and hit the sheets, if ya know what I mean." With that remark, he turned his gaze towards me. * not in this life or the next mother fucker *.

" ok ok, just answer me this, where exactly is his grave?" " Jesus Derek! it's a fuckin tree! you can carve Dr fuckin satan on any damn willow tree at home and it won't make any differance! Now can we please get the fuck out of here?" Never in my life had I been so fed up or impatient with Dereks interests, and I whole heartedly regret yelling at him, but for some reason things didn't feel right, well I was in a gas station filled with a bunch of deformed animals, but I felt as if something wasn't right with us being here at night in the middle of no where. I don't know what reason I would have to feel so nervous but ever since those three weeks ago when I got the results back, I would start questioning the secruity of my surroundings. Why? I ask myself that everyday. Why did that night have to be it?How am I supposed know how your going to react when I tell you your gonna be a father? Somebodys hero? Their protecter? The last thing I plan on seeing is seeing some grease painted hick cut your throat. " Just hurry up, I'll be out in the van." I left the scene before I said something even more harsh. “ Sweet jesus, is she that much of a hell cat in the sack?” Spaulding remarked

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" Where'd he say the tree was at ?” I asked Derek, still mad at me for yelling at him. He didn’t speak for awhile as he kept his gaze out the window ; either he was thinking or trying to spot out the road to the tree. I was actually hoping that we’d find the tree, to at least put him a good mood. “ Take the next right.” He finally speaks. After pasting the endless scenery of blankend land, we spot the imfamous damned tree no more than a mile away. Derek shot out of the van and ran towards the tree; he was like a kid in a candy store running towards an 8 feet tall chocolate bar. “ You got five mintues Derek!.” Adam shouted out the car window. “ It won’t take but a minute!” he called back. “ Just hurry your ass up!” Mack replied. I slumped back in my car seat and looked up at the sky, it was so dark it almost looked purple. Purple? Why did it look purple? Oh god, I’m so rattled with my baby and this gig that I keep thinking about stupid things.


Stupid? I’ll tell ya whats stupid, not telling that man out there, who just happens to be your husband, that your having his child. How long do you plan on keeping it a secret? Till the babys born? * my own mind was yelling me, I didn’t even care if we made it to the gig or not, I didn’t care if we never made our dream of being more than a garage band, I only two things worth a damn right now was in my womb, and the other was standing in a field nearly half a mile away from me. He shouldn’t even be an inch away from me. At that moment I realized Derek had completely forgotten his camera in the back seat, too excited to remember why he was out there. But why didn’t he come back and get it? How could he still be out there and not know he left his camera in the car? “ where are you going?” Adam asked when he heard me open the car door, Mack had already fallen asleep.

“ Derek forgot his camera, we’ll be right back.” I walked as fast as I could to the tree, trying not to run and give any strange animal in the field the thought that I was afraid. It felt stranger being out here then it did at spauldings. I came to an abrupt stop when I say a shadowy figure in the distance near the tree. I couldn’t see who it was, but they were hitting something. No not hitting, driving into the ground. Was it Derek? It couldn’t be, they were much taller than him, almost as if they were a giant. But if indeed that was someone else, then where was Derek? “ Derek?” I called out, the figure turned around. They weren’t my husband, they weren’t even human. And there it was, my husband, my sun, flat and almost completely lifeless on the dirt field, his face coated with blood. I wanted to drop to my knees and scream till I lost my voice, but my body wouldn’t let me move.

I couldn’t breathe or even blink. I knew the image was real. I knew that was my husband lying dead on the ground. But why couldn’t I move? That’s when I heard the screaming coming from my left. * Mack and Adam * I thought aloud. * Take the van and leave,guys * I kept screaming in my head * try to fight them off and leave me to die with my husband * the words meant nothing inside or outside of my mind. Their crys went from panic to pain then a loud muffled gurggle. Mack and Adam were already dead.



That’s when I started running. I didn’t know where I was going, nor did I care whether I’d shortly faint from lack of breath. That’s when it hit me, cold rusted steel being pounded into my for head. I felt dizziness then painfulness, everything started playing itself over and over again in my mind. Us leaving spauldings, being in the car, and then the tree. My legs fall from under me, and everything goes black.