I get up, and approach the window. It is a beautiful afternoon. This is a good city. Clean, low crime, a couple traffic accidents a year. Kids play around in the park, a young couple walks happy under the window. An old lady feeding pigeons. If only they knew the terrible cost of their calm lives.
I set my mind apart from all that. I must look now into the truly dark side of the town, the side only me and a few other know of. I look into the horizon and see the silhouette of The Building. I tear my eyes from It. I avoid looking at It unless it is necessary, I always feel the damn place looking back at me. And what I must pay attention to now is that unremarkable hill in the park. The hill of sacrifices. My brother used to jokingly call it the Hill of the Worthy. That is how he was, able to laugh even in the face of horror. Maybe if he wasn’t like that he would be sitting here today, helping me carry this burden. Wait, something is happening.
A few years ago, the city council saw fit to build a massive concrete stairwell here, despite the fact that there isn’t actually anything on top. Now, it gives the place the eerie appearance of a sacrificial altar, which is what it has become. And there comes the sacrifice. The woman with the tiny dog was looking for a place where she could go for a walk without worrying of getting in fights with other dogs, and I was happy to oblige. No dog would ever come close to a place that reeks of death as much as this. The tiny dog didn’t seem to have any problem, but then again, it looked kind of stupid.
The woman was loud and annoying, I remember. She would constantly complain about how the other dogs were attacking his little honey, even tough it was hers who started all the fights. This is why she was picked. Not because she annoyed me, personally. I am not the monster. It was because annoying people usually enjoy the best of the fates that can be found in this place. A quick death.
And there she is. That woman. The Creature, the Avatar of Charterstone. Mary Worth.