Tuesday, September 25, 2012

More writing

WARNING: THIS POST CONTAINS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE
You've been warned...


As usual he wakes just as everyone in the surrounding trailers was preparing for sleep.  He got up off his small mattress that lay on the floor and got dressed.  As usual he wore dark cloths, but nothing that screamed “serial killer”.  Besides that, he was frequently up and about during the day.  People thought he was kind but a little strange.  A lot of people trusted him to watch their kids.  He liked that.  He could get the younger ones to show him where their parents hid keys.  But finally it was time.  He left his trailer and walked down the street and took the key from its hiding place with a gloved hand.  He silently unlocked and opened the door and walked down the hallway to the only bedroom without making a sound.  This house didn’t have kids, he had found the key himself.  He knew the husband kept a gun.  So he would be the first to die.  He moved quickly and quietly across the room and cried out as he lunged.  His initial attack was swift and efficient.  He would make sure neither could scream or run.  A few carefully placed slices did the trick every time.  Then he tied the woman and made her watch as he slowly killed and dismembered her husband.  Forced her to watch him writhe in pain and eventually become pale, limp, and lifeless.  The woman fainted and he woke her with some smelling salts he carried for this purpose.  He then continued with his satanic task.  He ripped the man’s skin off his body and tore his muscle from his bones.  As each piece came loose he threw it at the sobbing woman.  Eventually he was done.  She had fainted for the fourth or fifth time and wouldn’t wake up.  So he made his getaway and wondered how long before he was caught.  How many more times was he going to get to kill?  He didn’t want to be caught of course.  But he was smart enough to know that it was inevitable.
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A hand reaches out and pulls you into a back alley.  You are restrained and gagged, before being dragged down the alley and into a warehouse.  You are dragged over to a mat surrounded by many cutting tools.  Your restraints are removed and you're attached by chains to the floor.  Unable to move, and unable to see because of a blindfold, terror over comes you.  You begin to tremble and beg for your life, but you get no response except for the feeling of your shirt being pulled up and a sharp pain that slowly moves down from your upper chest to right above your groin.  You feel another pain move from your left side to your right, and everything goes black.  But then you awake.  You think you see your body still on the mat.  It feels as though you're trapped in a jar, you haven't a clue what's going on.  You see the person who grabbed you stand up and come towards you, the fear returns.  The person, a young girl maybe 12, picks up the jar you’re in and begins to speak.  “I have preformed experiments on your body, now your corpse.  And now this, your spirit, will be experimented on.”

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