*sighs* gary seems to think i spend all my time on Gaia. Well i got bored when he went to his dad's last night...and i had been reading Jhonny the homicidal maniac...enjoy....
The darkness was a perfect cover for me. Knife hidden in my converse, I blended in perfectly if you took away the fact that I was sneaking along the wall looking nervous and scared. See I'm coming back from my most recent murder. Five down five more to go. Why have I killed 5 men and am planning the murder of five more? Well here's my story: First of my name is Jack Shepard. The reason I'm murdering these five more people is simple: old classmates, embarrassment, bloody nose, swollen face, broken bones. You get the idea. Why am I taking revenge so late at age twenty-one? I've snapped. Very simple.
The cops are smart. I'm smarter. The cops spend their time looking for clues. I leave none. Except a pattern of stabbing people in the throat. I clean up the mess, and never use the same knife twice. One knife is currently living my parents newly cemented basement another in my dads nice new barbecue.
My victim hears my footsteps he runs, I run I knock him down he cries
" Who are you?" He cries
" Don't you remember me?" I ask.
"No!" He yells.
" Don't you remember this?" I show him his initials carved in my arm.
" Jack. Youre going to kill me!" He cried in sudden realization.
" Ding dong your time has come!" I yelled hysterically and stabbed him violently in the throat.
Some t**t called the cops. Ive got to get out of here, but this is a dead end! Abandoned building to my left, broken window perfect! What about the body though? Think! I'll just take it with me! Risky sure, but not as risky as leaving the body here with my finger prints all over it. My car is a block away! I can make it!
Fine I'm home with a corpse. You know how stories like this end when people bury dead guys in their backyard. Well this isn't most stories. I can't bury the body a big hole in my backyard is pretty suspicious. I could burn it though.
What I'm going to do now is chop the body into little pieces. Gruesome huh? Than I'm going to chuck it into the fireplace with some logs and have a nice toasty fire. Than I'm going to scoop up the ashes put them in a bag and than take a quick trip to the rubbish tip and throw my little bag into the rat infested rubbish.
Six down four to go. I'm tired of using knifes. Not only am I tired of using them its getting harder to dispose of them. So now I'm going to break my pattern by poising my victims instead. No fingerprints, footprints or my victims seeing my face. This way if they survive my attack they won't know who did it. Pretty clever huh? Sometimes I surprise even myself!
Lucky number seven. Lucky for me, not for him! I had been spying in the restaurant. I know what Mr. Seven is eating. Now it's all in the matter of finding the soup dropping a drop of snake land poison into the pot and slipping quietly out again. Dressed as one of the kitchen staff, no one notices me. Ha! There's the pot. One drop in and out I go into the cool night air. I slip out of my clothes into the darker ones I have hidden behind a Dumpster. Putting the kitchen clothes into a bag and the poison in my pocket I walk home.
I guess your wondering how snake land poison works. Well just in case you're wondering basically it closes off the airways suffocating them turning their face black and I mean black not grey black but coal black, the black of night black. Causing suffocation and sudden death. This all happens in a matter of seconds. There are other things that the Poison does which are to sick even to write about. Sounds pretty disgusting even to you I bet. As a matter of fact, that's why I didn't watch Mr. Seven's sudden death. Just so you know Mr. Seven is the Mayor of Selby town his name was Chris Sole, people say you can't kill a politician. (cant remember the mayors names at all in real life)
Murder Spree Continued
Mayor Sole Most Recent Victim!
Mayor Sole will be laid to rest two weeks from today. He was poisoned eating dinner at China Palace restaurant, last Sunday with his family. Police have not yet found out what type of poison was used in his murder nor do they even have a suspect. The police do not think that it has to be one of the kitchen staff. Since they were the only ones able to get near the food, but there were over a hundred people working there that night. What is this world coming to anyway?
Jail, jail, jail! Just where I wanted to be on my night of! Where do they get the nerve arresting me for murder! I didn't even kill anyone! Well I did, but that's not the point. Just because some guy saw me! He can't even speak English! He's been here for 2 years! Bloody Polish. Then they got a search warrant, searched my house found, well they didn't exactly find the knife hidden in my basement floor.
I can't believe I'm going to court! No court in the world will convict me! Yeah, I'll get out! Sure, sure I'll get a good lawyer! Maybe if I plead insanity they'll let me of the hook. Or maybe if I plead guilty I'll get of easy. Lets say about a year.
Yes! I admitted the whole thing! Got off with only a year. They thought I was an idiot! In a year I'll be out and I'll be able to kill Eight, nine and ten!
One Year later
"Come on Shepard your time is up. You can go." The large guard boomed.
"Okie." I said simply. I had put on the face of a humble man for a year. They think I'm rehabilitated. Yeah right. I didn't need to go to rehab to begin with.
I followed number eight along the street. Knife in hand I crept along silently. He never knew what happened. I jumped him from behind and slit his throat. I decided to make it look like a mugging. I took his wallet and any cash he had. I threw it in a Dumpster on the way home.
Eight down two to go.
Nine is an idiot, or was. He left the light on in his car pin-pointing his location for me. He left the doors unlocked. That's a no-no at night. But that just tells you what an idiot he was. I put a home made petrol bomb under his car. I got away real quickly. That was a really big mess I didn't need them thinking I did it.
His office is on the first floor. I'm scared, nervous and thrilled about getting this all over with now. He has an alarm system. It says so on the front lawn. This time I brought my gun. The place will be swarming with police in a few minutes but they won't be there in time to save his life. Oh good. He's in there. The windows locked. Great might as well risk it. Here we go! BAM! BAM! Two shots one hit him! Here I go! I'm in! Yes! Aim. Shoot. BAM! BAM! BAM! Three shots fired. All of them hit him.
" Well you finally got here!" I said to the cops with heavy sarcasm.
"Shut up! Drop the gun!" One of the police yelled. He was fat. Sweaty from the run here.
" I don't think I want to." I said calmly. There's nothing for me after this. I'll get the death penalty. I took the gun levelled it to my temple and I murmured my last words.
God save me.
Well... what do you think? Be nice to me. Or it could be you next....
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