It was a little past dusk and the overhead lights from the concert made the grassy field almost glow in a shadowy-yellow-grayness.
The concert goers waited for the main attraction to come on stage. All of them in clusters and groups of people, talking and drinking, doing what concert-goers normally do between 'sets'.
The stage was over to the right of the field, as if the field were shaped in the letter 'L'. The top part of the 'L' being the field to walk to and fro, the bottom part of the 'L' where the stage and mosh pit was being held.
In the corner of where the 'L' was where I, the OBSERVER, watched as a cluster of concert goers began to harrass a girl named Tracy.
There were about 15 kids in all, ranging in ages from 15-25. The guy who seemed to have the most authority and most 'evil power' over these kids stood very tall, in costume. He was hardly dressed, only in leather breifs and a shreaded leather top with chains hanging off his nipples. He was bald and beside his own actual head was a head made from paper, painted with a gnarly look of hatred, as if his 'second' head were a demon rising up out of his body.
There were 'bars' hanging off each side of his shoulders, as if he were 'carrying' 200 pounds of metal. Although this was also made out of paper. On his bare chest was the word SLAYER tattooed. (written like the BANDS name SLAYER)
Mr. Slayer (my nickname to him) was saying that 'he didnt like Tracy being with 'Tommy.' (her new beaux) The crowd was agreeing with Mr. Slayer and I was beginning to worry that they might do something to this couple.
Tracy's new beaux, Tommy, who was a familiar face to the 'crowd' stood next to Tracy not thinking too much about the whole scenerio. He was a big guy too, bald, with 'leather clothes.' He wasnt as big as the lumbering MR. Slayer, but he was obviously a healthy eater and weight lifter and could 'take on his own.'
Tracy was a petite girl and the most wholesome of the crowd. She was wearing jean shorts and a reddish brown t shirt with medium legnth brownish blonde hair.
The rest of the group, made up of both males and females,were all leather clad and 'punked out.' Most the males were bald, but the ones that werent had hair made up in gel and hair spray, as well as the women of the bunch.
There was an argument, a little pushing and scuffling, when Mr. Slayer decided to take out his long, thick knife. He rammed it into Tracy's side and pulled it out. The crowd cheered. Tommy took the next blow to his side. But instead of fighting the bully he assisted his girlfriend in running for their lives.
They ran as far as they could, about 30 feet, before being attacked by the crowd. First it was Tracy to drop, as Mr. Slayer repeatedly stabbed her.
Her boyfriend was being mobbed by the crowd. He also dropped about 5 feet from Tracy. Mr. Slayer came over to 'finish him off.'
The crowd was satisfied, Mr. Slayer was satisfid. Most of the crowd began to leave. It was time to part ways and wash the blood of their hands as if it were just another job well done.
Mr. Slayer stood over their bodies, looking down on his 'masterpiece'. He was the most satisfied as he thought of nothing except the pleasure of his kill. There was no remorse, no fear of being caught. He was just happy they were both dead...in his mind 'they shouldnt have been together.'
A beautiful girl came along, she too staring down at the bodies. She was very lovely with brownish silver hair, wearing a tight leather dress that formed around her curves naturally.
Her face was a beautiful face, a memorable face. But it glowed with pale-white darkness that bore wickedness. When the smile transformed up her cheeks she appeared both full of satan and lunatic mad.
I couldnt believe my eyes! Why had these Punk Rockers just killed these kids like a sacrifice? And the worst part about it they all seemed to be in on it! As if it were part of every punk rock show to 'kill thy neighbor!'
The 'owner' of the park, or the 'concert' promoter' eventually made it over to the scene of the crime and says, "Y'all need to clean this blood up."
He didnt give a flip either! Alls he cared about was there was blood on 'natures' carpet!
And then I woke up. How it changed my life:Mind you, I have dreams about demons, angels, the end of the world, prostitution, aliens, hell, heaven, vampires, flying, ufo's, 'other worlds and dimensions', my 'own' death, etc. But this is THE FIRST to ever dream about a 'punk rock concert.' I enjoy all types of music, but wasnt listening to anything that day. I didnt WATCH anything on television that had to do with punk rockers or murder. The only explaination I have is that I had surgery the day before and was coming off anesthesia. Although when I woke up I couldnt help but think that this was some sort of preminition!
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