Musings From A Demented Mind by Derek Ailes, James Coon Read Free Book Online Page B

shaved in a couple of weeks.  Marty had seen the guy many times during the day.  He apparently had been following them the whole time waiting for his chance to grab him.  “You’re going to come with me, or I will go after your sister.  And trust me, you don’t want me to do that.”
    Marty stopped struggling.
    “Good,” the man said.  Before he could say another word, Marty kicked him hard in the crotch.  He fell to the ground screaming in pain. 
    Marty ran toward his sister.  As he ran, he remembered two years ago when his uncle had taught him to protect himself.  He had warned him of the dangers of strangers, and that his feet could be one of the best weapons he could possess from being abducted.  His uncle, a black belt in karate, taught him everything he knew about karate.  Today, those skills came in handy.

                                Games
     
    Malcolm’s heart beat faster and faster as he was lying in the bushes waiting for the games to begin.  He looked over at Brayden and asked, “How long do we have to wait for the games to begin?”
    Brayden was dressed in a beige military uniform smeared with dried blood.  He had a brown bandana soaked with sweat covering his bald head.  He had a couple scars on his face from many fights he had been in over the years.  He looked annoyed as he stared at Malcolm wearing his clean blue t-shirt and blue jeans advertising he was a rookie to the games. 
    “Since this is your first time, Malcolm, it just might be all day.”
    “All day!  There are plenty of things I’d rather be doing at home than this.”
    “What? Read your so-called comic books.”  He and his friend, Colton, laughed at him for several seconds before returning their gaze to the field in front of them.
    Malcolm stood up angrily and walked toward his friend, Tyler, who had talked him into participating in the games.
    “Get down, you idiot, before you give away our position,” somebody whispered. 
    Kneeling down next to Tyler, Malcolm asked, “Why did I ever let you talk me into this?”
    “Because you are my best friend.”
    Looking down the little hill they were on and straight ahead into the green meadows with trees and bushes, Malcolm thought about the corrupt direction the world had gone in.  To him, the games signified how stupid humans had gotten.  The games were created to keep degenerate men off the streets.  He wasn’t as bad as Tyler, but wondered if a part of him was as psychotic as those surrounding him.  He was the only one there he knew who didn’t have a criminal record.  His friend had been in and out of jail several times for selling narcotics.  Brayden had killed a police officer while fleeing a bank robbery.  Colton had murdered his wife and the guy he caught her banging in his bed when he came home a couple hours early from work.
    When the government had banned the Bible and burned down all the churches fifty years prior, the world began to follow the devil’s path.  All the Christians were sentenced to death as in the Roman times when Christians were fed to the lions.
    But even in the darkest times, there were a few beautiful souls left in the world. Malcolm’s wife had been one.  She had the courage to stand up against the government and publically damn them to hell.  When they came for her, he didn’t have the guts to stand by her and admit she was his wife or say that he believed in God.  He told them he divorced her three months prior because of her beliefs.  The look on her face when he betrayed her was permanently burned into his mind and ever since that day, he prayed daily to God and to her for their forgiveness.
    He didn’t want to participate in the games, but Tyler had finally convinced him after weeks of going on about how it was for a good cause.  He never told him what they would be hunting, just that it was the best prize any serious hunter could want.
    “Gents, get your guns ready for our prize is