The Monster is a short story about a broken family and a physopathic murderer.

Fear.  Fear pumps through my veins.  He is looking for

me, he is coming…

I laughed; he was so funny. My husband had spaghetti

hanging from his nose dangling down to his chest.  Danny’s

little body vibrated with laughter.

"Look at this Mommy!" Danny yelled out to me. 

I looked over and he had poured his bowl of spaghetti on his

head.

"I'm just like Daddy!" Danny yelled, with a proud smile.

"Now look what you've done," I said pretending to scold

my husband.  He leaned back in his chair with huge grin.

"That's my boy," He said looking at Danny and me, then

leaned over and kissed my cheek.  I smiled at them.

I turn the corner hiding my face behind my mousy black

hair as my bag bounces quickly against my hip.  I know that
Marcus is close, I can feel it.  His cold green eyes are on

me, watching my every move.  He will find me, it won't matter

how fast I run or how far I go.  I am the last one left, I

have to keep fighting.

I sprint down the alley, my heart racing.  My chest

rising up and down at a fast pace.  I look around, a dead end. 

I turn around and run out as fast as I can.  I reach the end

and Marcus is there, just three feet away.  I freeze, my legs

trembling. 

Suddenly, Marcus turns looking straight at me. His smile, 

malicious.  My eyes widen as he begins striding toward me. 

Two feet away.  I'm frozen in shock.  One. He is a single foot

in front of me.  His large hand reaches out, getting closer by

the second.  I'm frozen, I don't know what to do.  His hand

latches onto my forearm.  He pulls me closer, I can hear his

steady heartbeat.  His faces centimeters from my ear.

"I caught you, my sweet," Marcus says.  He drags me down

the erie street.  I can feel a hard gun-shaped object in his

sweater. I don’t want to die.  Panicking, I come back to my

senses and attempt to pull away.  I don't even affect him, he
continues to pull me along. 

"You won't get away again, I have you now, " he said

callously.  I fight harder to pull my arm from him.  Marcus

doesn’t even look at me.  I have an epiphany! I pull my leg

back and kick him with all my strength.  Monster grunts,

letting go of my hand to grab his leg.  I take off as soon as

I see him kneel down to hold his bruising leg.  I heard him

curse as I ran.  I panicked, hearing his heavy footsteps

behind me.  I wouldn't let him catch me, I couldn't.  I

reached the end of the street and look around for somewhere to

hide.  The streets are dead, the only thing allowing me to see

are the streetlights that are far and few inbetween. I run

left in hope of finding some sort of safe haven.  Marcus was

getting closer, I could hear his heavy

breathing. 

I had to do something to get away.  I wouldn’t allow him

to win, he had already taken everything I cared about away.

“I do,” I said lovingly, looking into my husband’s eyes. 

The air around us was so pure, nothing could ruin it.  I

didn’t even realize that the priest had spoken until my new

husband grabbed me and pulled me into him.  Sealing our

marriage with a kiss.  I pulled away and smiled at him.

“I love you,” He spoke.  My lips pulled up into a loving

smile.

“I love you,” I grabbed his hand.

He was getting closer.  I couldn’t look back, it would

only slow me down.  I was getting increasingly close to the

next street.  Then I saw ,my safe haven.  A taxi sat at the

stop light.  I hail the taxi and got it quickly.

“Um… the closest Motel 6,” I spoke hurriedly and buckled

my seat belt.  Marcus was getting closer to the taxi.  My

heart was beating a hundred miles a minute.  His hand grabbed

my door handle. I handed twenty dollars to the taxi driver.

"Step on it, Now!" just as I spoke the car door opened.    
   
“I’m home,” I yelled as I walked into the house.  My

voice echoed through the walls.  No one answered.  I walked

down the hallway to Danny’s room.  As the door opened I

screamed.

“My baby! My beautiful baby boy!”  I screamed, seeing my

only son on the floor...dead.  I ran to Danny and cradled

his cold, bloody body.  Danny’s hair was drenched in warm red

thick liquid, his chubby cheeks caked in blood.  I felt moist

divots on his chest.  I cautiously lifted his cotton t-shirt

to revealed dozens of stab wounds, I released a sob.

“My poor baby,” I whispered stroking his hair lovingly. 

I then thought of my husband.

“Marcus!" I screamed, hysterically.

“Your home,” He walks in the door with one hand behind

his back.

“Wha-What happened?” I said from my position of kneeling

on the floor, tears streaming from my eyes.

“Danny was bad, he made you go away,” Marcus said

smiling.  I shuffled back and  gulped.

"Marcus...," I had trailed off, my green eyes were wide

with horror. 

"It's your turn now, you left, that was a bad thing," he

said and pulled his arm from his back to reveal a large bloody

knife.  I whimpered while my chin quivered.  Marcus had began

to walk towards my trembling body.  I had to distract him.

"W-why don't we just go upstairs and watch your favorite

movie," I said with a hopeful smile on my tear streaked face. 

His face did not move, I watched as his hand gripped the knife

tighter, He didn't believe me.  I had to get away.

"Wouldn't that be nice? I can make you some popcorn and

I'll even run to the market and get some beer for you," I said

looking at him with a loving face.  His face relaxed and the

knife clanged to the floor.  I breathed out.

"Yeah, we could do that.  I'll go get the bee though,"

Marcus said and walked over to me.  I stood up, my legs

shaking.  He kissed my lips and smiled.

"I love you," he had said with wet eyes.

"I love you too," lie. I kissed him back.

"I'll be right back, you'll stay here right?" He asked

and lifted an eyebrow.  I nodded and smiled.

I sat and listened as until his car drove from the

driveway.  I looked at my son, my heart filled with grief.

"I'm so sorry," I said and kissed his forehead.

Then, I ran.

"There you are!" He exclaims, with a smirk on his face. 

I look to the taxi driver and shake my head.

"I'm so sorry sir, my wife has trouble up here," he spoke

tapping his callous knuckles on his head.

"No trouble, no trouble at all," the driver says smiling. 

My mouth opens in shock.

"No no, you have to take me away. He's gonna kill me,

please," I speak with determination in my eyes.  Monster

laughs.

"I'll take my wife now, my mother-in-law is gonna kill me

now," he speaks smiling, victoriously.

"Alright, have a good night," the driver laughs.  Marcus

pulls me from the cab and walks me towards an ally as the cab,

along with my safety drives away.

"Did you really think you could get away? You're mine!"

He yells in my face.

"You went crazy after that woman died. You killed our

son," I cry hysterically.

"No...no," his eye twitches.

"YOU'RE LYING! DON'T LIE TO ME! I love you and I love our

son. My sister is watching him," he says fidgeting.

"You're sister died six months ago," I yelled.

"No, she's fine," Marcus says.

"Marcus, she died a month before before you killed

Danny," I sob.

"Shut up," he says coldly and pulls a gun from his jeans

pocket.  I'm shivering, paralyzed and my heart is pounding.  I

feel the cool metal press into my temple.

"M-M-Marcus...please,"I stutter.

"I told you, you were bad," My husband speaks.

"Goodbye, my sweet."