Killing a Radio Star

He had been running away for what felt like hours. Pushing past any and all shrubbery, he could still see the image of the man he worked for standing above the bleeding out corpse of his own co-host. Minuscule pieces of torn apart skin surrounded his mouth, teeth crimson from his sin. He had tried to be quiet, but he had heard him. Now he was being chased down by the 'man' they called Alastor.

But he knew that he had lost his humanity once he consumed the flesh of another. The rustling behind him chilled him to the bone. He- it was right behind him. That's when the cackling began. His laugh echoed throughout his mind, accompanied by the song playing the minute he saw the crime repeating itself in his brain. "You can't run for long!" he heard him whisper. If he could hear a whisper, he was too close. "No no no no no no no no!" He didn't want to waste his breath by speaking, but he couldn't help it. His brain had stopped working properly ever since he was chased out of the studio into the woods by whatever that thing had become.

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He could still see the blood lusting eyes staring at him, the wide grin of a murderer directed at him. As the maniacal laugh reached its peak, he felt his back be deeply slashed upon by the cold steel of the madman's kitchen knife. His own scream filled the man with joy. He sliced down from his neck to the bottom of his hip, and the very last moments he felt in his fleeting life were filled with the pain of blood and flesh spurting out of his back, as death consumed him. But now, he has consumed him. He clawed at the skin and muscle and gulped it down without any hesitation. Hands red from the sin, he pulled out his small, portable radio and placed it down next to the corpse. "Can't have a good meal without good music, can we?"

Seeing it up front and close, anyone would scream. But from far away? They saw it as a deer, prime to be shot. They loaded the shotgun as the man licked his fingers clean, loving each and every second of his wretched crime. They only just noticed the small flicker of a cabin light, as she shot him right above the eyes. It went straight through his head, causing the most pain he had ever felt. However, he couldn't help but grin. He got to spend his last moments accompanied by his beloved radio, with someone next to him he knew he had caused a much more severe pain. And most of all, while he waited for the burning gates of hell to drown him into sinned oblivion, he wanted to make a good first impression. For one was never fully dressed without a smile.