The Black derived from a black hole in space. A fragmented piece of space debris bounced off the rim of a black hole and spiraled out of control until it made its way to earth. The piece pierced earth’s atmosphere and finally embedded itself into the wooded area of New York’s Central Park on the Upper East Side. For decades, the piece absorbed the water and earths nutrients as microscopic entities grew on its surface and begin to morph into an entity, a plague.
The Black thrived in our world. Like bacteria in a humid petri dis the plague found existence. It only needed a host. Luckily for The Black, Phil happened to be jogging by and he would become its unwilling host after getting his ass kicked by some punks.
“Sorry, sorry,” Phil said as he side stepped the 2 men and 2 women that were blocking the path.
“Nice shoes, dummy,” one man said.
Phil didn’t hear him. He was lost in his mind. The noise cancelling headphones blocked out the world around him, however it couldn’t block the sucker punch to the back of his head as he passed one of the lovely ladies.
Phil turned back and shouted,” hey not cool, girl.”
“What do you say to my lady?” The other male demanded.
“Look, I didn’t do anything wrong for you to punch me in the back of the head.”
“You did. You invaded our space.”
Phil turned to continue his jog and while his back was turned another girl sucked punched him in the side of the face.
As the quad of men and women started to kick Phil’s ass, he laid helpless on the ground. The Black watched from its rock. Phil rolled over and spooned the rock as he attempted to shield himself from the onslaught of punches to the head and body. He was called names like, “pussy, wimp. ” and “bitch.” And those were the kind words.
The Black observed. Took in the words of the assailants. It monitored Phil’s breathing. It could sense his weakness. He was a feeble man that could be manipulated.
Kicks and punches rained down on Phil. He was helpless. He did all he could other than fight back. And then it was too late. With a kick to the back of Phil’s head and the pressure applied to the rock. His neck broke. Unbeknownst to the violent 4, they killed. So they stopped to check why he wasn’t moving.
“Yo, yo, yo, stop. He’s done. He’s done.”
“Done as in that bitch may be dead.”
The 4 walked away leaving Phil’s body to rot, eaten by some strange park animal, turn into fertilizer or become a piss magnet for dogs until someone saw the sorry sap dead. The four idn’t realize they left the perfect host for The Black.
The Black moved in. Jumping on Phil’s torso. Phil’s lifeless body lurched up and forward. The Black poked a hole in his belly button and sunk its body inside of Phil. Phil gasped. There was life again.
“That dude, he, he had it coming, right?” One of the 4 killers said to ease his conscience regarding the killing.
“Yeah, agree,” the female, said. “If you can’t handle New York, you can’t make it anywhere. You know, like that song by Frank Sentra?”
“It’s Sinatra, you idiot. And the song totally doesn’t mean what you’re thinking.”
They all laughed.
“You’re in my path,” Phil said.
The quad stopped. One of the guys looked back and saw Phil looking at them.
Phil was bloodied. His nose was broken. Hair disheveled. Clothing was saturated in sweat. You could see the sneaker tread stamped all over his body, like tattoos.
“Haven’t you had enough,” one of the men asked him. “Are you looking to get your ass kicked?”
“Kicked? I thought we killed that mother.....”.
“I’m not dead. And you’re in my way,” Phil sneered.
One of the 4 went to sucker punch him in the face again. Phil turned his face forward into the punch. The fist struck his mouth. Phil inhaled his fist and began to chomp down. Eating his hand. Then his wrist. Up his forearm. And then ripped off the rest of the elbow.
The other 3 shrieked until shock set in, then there was silence. They were so scared they didn’t run. Scream echoed the park from the dude who couldn’t believe he just lost his arm.
“You didn’t think you’d sucker punch me twice?”
Phil reached out and inserted his fingers into the eyes of his victim. Lifted him up and threw his body into the other three, which sent them tumbling to the ground. Phil stood in one spot. He failed to let go of his eye socket grip from the bad guy who had killed him earlier. When he threw the body as hard as he could. The head detached. Phil stood there. The head dangling from his fingertips.
“Whoops”. He said.
Phil tossed the head and gradually walked to the 3 remaining, would be killers. They preyed on Phi, and left their impending death behind.
Phil lunged to the ground. The Black left Phil’s body through the belly button. It moved towards the left over 3.
The 2 women and 1 man wailed.
1 woman demanded, “leave me alone! Asshole.”
The Black inhaled all 3 bodies simultaneously. A loud whooping sound could be heard as each body was quickly moved into The Blacks purview and consumed alive.
Hallowed screams were heard. Birds scattered. The trees swayed. The evening was in the twilight. The Black had just begun its purge.