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Voices of the Void

Contract PendingHeads in Tales

Written and Drawn by

Martin Malin

FRITESITE, Vol. 1, No. 1 January 2013, published by the Comic Enterprise

Publishing Group, 5310 West Superior Street, Lincoln Nebraska 68524

Copyright 2013 compilation by CE Publishing Group.

FRITESlTE Copyright 2013 Martin Malin.

No actual person is named or delineated in this fction magazine. All prominent

characters featured in this issue and the distinctive likeness thereof, are

trademarks of Martin Malin.

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Bad Habits Die HardWritten by Marcus E.T.

Patty scrubbed her hands together

vigorously under the running water,

splashing some of the lukewarm liquidinto her face, but all the time maintaining

eye contact with her own reection as

she repeated the same thing to herself.

It wasnt my fault, Patty said to

herself, as she had dozens of times now

in the last half hour. I only relapsed

because I was forced into it again. I

am now a fully functional, productive

member of society. I did a service on

tonight

From the bedroom, a pair of eyes

watched on through the doorway as Patty

continued to talk to speak aloud

Two hours earlier

It was near midnight and Patty had only

been going about her own business as

usual when she heard the screams in the

alley. She was coming home late from

her job at the fast food place down the

street, just musing about all of the dreams

she had at one time abandoned when the

horrifying cries for help coming from thealley roused her from her daydreams. Her

better side told her to ignore the screams

or call for someone else to look into it,

but the old side of her, the side she had

once thought shed left in the asylum,

was attracted to the screams and desired

to investigate it. Patty didnt need very

long to contemplate the decision before

she chose the latter.

Yesssss a familiar voice within her

whispered.

She walked cautiously to the end of

the alley and looked around the corner.

The streetlamps just barely illuminated

the scene ahead but Pattys eyes were

adjusted to working in faint light. In fact,

she enjoyed being in the dark.

In the middle of the passage there were two

men, both appeared to be rather haggardlooking and both wielding knives, and a

young lady, who was obviously the one

screaming for help. One of the men was

pinning the girl, who couldnt have been

any older than sixteen, against the wall

with one hand holding both her wrists

and the other hand, which held the knife,

icking playfully beneath her skirt. The

other man appeared to be busying himselfwith searching the young womans purse

for valuables. The girl appeared helpless

trapped under the weight of her attacker,

who Patty assumed was preparing to rape

his captive before killing her.

Disgusting men, the voice deep within

Patty growled, trying to take physical

pleasures with money and sex. Realpleasure is only in the taking of the life.

We will show them.

As Patty slowly approached the trio, the

girls whimpering became more audible

and Patty could now see a long, red gash

along one side of her face and on her leg,

most likely made as a warning against

any other attempts to call for help. The

assailants must have been trying to keep

her subdued just long enough for them to

get what they wanted before they started

making more serious cuts.

Lure them as we once did, the voice

suggested. Make them desire to kill us

so that their bloodlust will feed our own

when we watch them die.

Hello, Patty said, trying to sound as

sweet as she could. Is there a problem

here?

The thief holding the purse looked up

and gave a vicious yellowed smile with

rotting teeth. No, no problem at all

now, he said with a slight British accent.

Not now that we have two lovelies to


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entertain us for the night.

The second man holding the girl simply

glanced over his shoulder and nodded

toward Patty. I guess you can do this

one, bro. I prefer mine much younger

anyways.The rst man dropped the purse and

pocketed something from it while

stepping toward Patty with his knife

brandished at her. He continued to show

his ugly grin as he stalked slowly toward

her but his mouth soon twisted into a

frown when Patty simply smirked back

at him and made no move to run.

From Pattys judgment, she was only ve

feet from the rst man and roughly ten

feet from the second man and the girl.

She could now feel something in the pit

of her stomach now. It was the unnatural,

perverted thrill she used to feel rising

within her. This was what Patty was

hoping to feel again. The same thrill she

used to feel when that other side of hercame to the surface. The thrill she got

when she chose her rst victim.

Yesss... The rst is only an appetizer to

feed the habitthe lust for the kill.

The man stepping toward her suddenly

lunged extending his free hand out to

grab Patty and holding back his knife-

hand. He was too slow though and whathappened next completely erased that

horrible grin from his ugly face.

Patty sidestepped the man and grabbed

the wrist of his extended arm, using his

momentum to swing him around and to

the ground. Just as soon as the mans

face hit the ground, Patty had wrenched

his arm back and snapped the bones

in his wrist. The man only managed a

short howl before Patty stomped hard on

the back of his skull and silenced him

completely.

What the hell! the other man exclaimed

as he pushed the young woman to the

ground and rushed toward Patty with his

knife raised over his head. Yaaarrrgh!

Die!

Patty spun with inhuman speed bringing

up one hand, now holding the knife of the

man she had already subdued. The knife

was an ordinary six-inch steel blade, but

the attacker realized all too late that Pattywas no ordinary woman. The knife cut

cleanly through the esh and bone of his

wrist leaving the hand, still gripping his

own knife, to y freely through the air

and fall with a soft thump into a nearby

trashcan.

The man gripped at the bloody stump

at the end of his arm with his remaining

hand crying and cursing as he stumbled

back toward the wall. Falling back, the

mans eyes locked on Pattys, and within

her eyes, he saw an gleam, like something

else inside her was looking back at him

with sadistic joy.

Patty followed man, gripping the knife

tightly between her ngers and smiling

gleefully as she watched the man cower,slumped with his back to the wall. She

always felt like a child having her rst

trip to Disneyland or their rst time

doing something without the aid of a

parent when she had new prey cornered.

It gave her a new experience each time

and a sense of independence and power.

Lets tease him while we kill him, the

voice in her mind suggested.

I might be older but I think you would

have liked me all the same, Patty said in

her sweetest voice again. One thing that

we both have in common is that we can

enjoy preying on the helpless.

Patty straddled the mans lap as she dug

the nails of her free hand into the side of

the mans face and drug them down to

his chin. The man tried to scream and

push her away but she quickly covered

his mouth with her free hand and slashed

once with the knife, leaving a long gash

across his remaining hand and down

his forearm. Patty then drew the knife

back and plunged it deep into the mans


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crotch area. Just as she felt the handle

of the knife hit the esh, she withdrew

the blade and repeated the action several

more times.

Patty was now fully enjoying her night

as she relished in the screams of her

newest victim and the sick squelching of

life blood gushing from the multiple stab

wounds she was inicting. She breathed

with deep satisfaction as she withdrew

the knife and inserted the blade into a

new location on the body each time.

The mans cries were slowly fading into

feeble whimpers now. Finally, he was

silent.Patty took a moment to admire her

work, her eyes roaming over the newest

cadaver she had created, until she found

herself looking into the eyes her victim.

Dead eyes, even when he was living,

void of compassion or conviction of any

kind, but lusting after anything that came

within their view.

Patty could understand the type of life

this pathetic would-be-murderer-thief-

rapist must have lived. She understood

the look in those eyes. She decided she

wanted to collect them. She lifted the

knife once more and began to slowly cut

around from the top of the eyelid

Once Patty had nished her task, she

stood and turned to nd the young girl

still xed in the same position where her

assailant had ung her.

The girl looked up at Patty meekly,

clearly still terried at what she had just

experienced.

Th-Th-Thank goodness you came whenyou did, she said. I was just coming

from the club a few blocks up when those

creeps jumped me!

Silence her stupid mouth!

Patty was stepping slowly toward the girl

with the knife held upright.

Im sorry, but Patty paused to look

down at the girl so that she could see the

gleam in her eye, the bloodlust rising

beneath the surface, there is no goodness

here tonight. She gestured with her

knife as she spoke. Youre only a

whore. Those two are lthy savages who

are falling to the depths of Hell as wespeak, weighted by their own sins. And

Im just a more dangerous predator.

This is temptation. Let us make her a

part of our work. The innocent can bleed

just as easily as the corrupt. Feed the

bloodlust. Feed your urges. Feed ME!

Pattys knife ashed down.

The work tonight had been bloodier than

expected, but Patty was home now and

she felt more satised than she had been

in months. Shed come so far without

incident, but that all meant nothing

now. Shed nally found what she really

wanted for herself. Shed regained the

piece of her that society thought could besuppressed with drugs and therapy. The

piece that dened who she really was.

Whores. Savages. I removed them

from the world. I did good this time.

I did good this time It was good this

time. It was good this time... It will be

better next time The next one always

tastes betterPatty grinned at her reection. A twinkle

in her eye shone brightly back at her,

afrming her words.

The blood swirled down the drain as

she continued to rub her hands together

under the faucet. In the next room, a cup

of water with bloody nger prints sat on

a bedside table. In the cup, the eyes ofher favorite kill, her trophy for the night,

gazed on.


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