[HEADING=1]Serial Killer! [small]Round 13[/small][/HEADING]
The Rules
The Deceased are allowed to continue posting in the thread and carry on in conversation with the living. The difference? They get free access to the JIB.
Each person who dies must post a death and each death will be copied and placed into the OP.
The game will start when we have a minimum of 22 players.
Current Players
1.Demented Teddy - The Killer - Execution #3 - Killed in battle with executioners. Death link [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/jump/362.203558.6892081]
2. elementsoul - SURVIVED!
3. axle 19]axle 19 - SURVIVED!
4. BloodyThoughts - SURVIVED!
5.CounterAttack - Execution #2 - Death by armoured troopers.Death link [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/jump/362.203558.6871260]
6.NeoAC - Execution #1 - Shot by a group of fellow players. Death link [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/jump/362.203558.6850635]
7. Fury Is Me. - SURVIVED!
8. Lambi - SURVIVED!
9.Nukey - Murder #1
10.sky14kemea - The Spy - Murder #2 - Killed in the Alley. Death link [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/jump/362.203558.6854547]
11. War Penguin - SURVIVED!
12. maddawg IAJI - SURVIVED!
13. hopeneverdies - SURVIVED!
14. BigZ225 - SURVIVED!
15. Lost In The Void - SURVIVED!
16.Pm0n3y - Murder #3 - Death by train. Death link [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/jump/362.203558.6872927]
17. Time Travelling Toaster - SURVIVED!
18. ultimateownage - SURVIVED!
19. j1-2themax - SURVIVED!
20. chromewarriorXIII - SURVIVED!
21. Schizzy - SURVIVED!
22. blaze96 - SURVIVED!
23. Yorgmiester - The Medic
24. Asturiel - SURVIVED!
Italics means still waiting for a number from these people.
Reserves for Next Round
Zirat
Sparrow
1. Yorgmiester - Murder #7 - In the street, with the knife. Death link [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/362.198636-Serial-Killer-Round-12-Now-with-Free-Bacon-Vote-for-Execution-9?page=54#6723208]
2.Asturiel - Murder #5 - In the Pants Castle, with his roof. Death link [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/jump/362.198636.6642395]
3. maddawg IAJI - SURVIVED!
4.sky14kemea - Execution #7 - Herself, in the park, with a steep drop off a cliff. Death link [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/jump/362.198636.6750290]
5. BloodyThoughts - SURVIVED!
6.War Penguin - Murder #1 - At the bus stop, with the knife. Death link [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/jump/362.198636.6505659]
7.axle 19 - Ghost - Execution #2 - NeoAC, at his house, with a gun. Death link [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/jump/362.198636.6571777]
8.CounterAttack - Execution #3 - Firing squad, in the execution chamber, with a bunch of assault rifles. Death link [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/jump/362.198636.6588340]
9. elementsoul - SURVIVED!
10.hopeneverdies - Murder #8 - In the killer's house, with a boot to the head. Death link [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/jump/362.198636.6759864]
11.Lost In The Void - Murder #3 - At his house, with the knife. Death link [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/jump/362.198636.6561698]
12.Lambi - Execution #6 - The prison guards, at the execution chamber, with the electric chair. Death link [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/jump/362.198636.6717399]
13.Fury is Me. - Execution #1 - Lambi, at the police station, with the euthanasia. Death link [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/jump/362.198636.6521436]
14.BigZ225 - Murder #9 - At his house, with the knife (Killer's weapon of choice, I guess.) Death link [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/jump/362.198636.6785438]
15.Time Travelling Toaster - Murder #2 - In his bed, with the knife. Death link [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/jump/362.198636.6533644]
16.Nukey - Execution #8 - Death by needle (injection). Death link [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/jump/362.198636.6787821]
17.ultimateownage - Murder #4 - In the dark room, with the machete. Death link [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/jump/362.198636.6599967]
18.Pm0n3y - Execution #4 - Group of 7 including me, Counter, Schizzy, and BigZ, in the lava pit, with the lava. Death link [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/jump/362.198636.6623007]
19.RBMidknight - Killer - Execution #9 - Chased, tranq'ed, and given lethal injection. Death link [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/jump/362.198636.6803243]
20.Schizzy - Execution #5 - Nukey and Yorg, at his house, with fire. Death link [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/jump/362.198636.6665892]
21.j1-2themax - Medic - Murder #6 - In the street, with the knife. Death link [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/jump/362.198636.6669360]
22. Fairee - Spy - SURVIVED!
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3. maddawg IAJI - SURVIVED!
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5. BloodyThoughts - SURVIVED!
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9. elementsoul - SURVIVED!
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22. Fairee - Spy - SURVIVED!
The Rules
[HEADING=3]The Killer[/HEADING]The Killer is the main antagonist of the game. He is chosen by a random number choice. Players send in numbers ranging from 1-100 and the player who is closest will become the Killer. Every round he will choose to murder one person. After that person has been chosen, all the players send in a vote for who to execute and their objective is to execute the Killer.
Once the Killer is dead, the Game is over. Alternatively, once everyone else is dead and the Killer is using your rotting corpses as a throne, then the Game is also over.
[HEADING=3]The Medic[/HEADING]An important class, the Medic is the exact opposite of the Killer in almost every way.While the killer is the player who chose the number closest to the randomized number, the Medic is the player who picks the number farthest away. Each round, the Medic can choose to protect one person. That person has immunity from being killed by the killer as a result. The Medic cannot protect themselves.
A note to whoever becomes the Medic, you have a lot of power and while the Killer will be aiming to kill everyone, he has a special place on his mantel for you.
[HEADING=3]The Spy[/HEADING]The spy is an espionage and perhaps the most powerful living character when it comes to combating the Killer. The Spy is the player who gets the SECOND closest number to the chosen one (behind the killer). The Spy is granted 3 questions to help narrow down the killer. He will ask me those questions and if they are suitable, he will be able to narrow down his suspects until he finds the killer. The Spy can do whatever he wishes with the info once he has it.
[HEADING=3]The Ghost[/HEADING]The only class not chosen at the beginning of the game. When a player dies, he will send me a number (1-10) if he/she guesses the number correctly, they will become the ghost. Each round, the ghost can haunt one person. Once he has chosen a target, I will give info on the haunted. The Ghost may tell the Haunted the info they have discovered (Example: If the ghost chooses to haunt the killer for a round and then a normal player, the Ghost can tell the player who the Killer is....or not...depends on the person) Each person can only be haunted once and there can only be one Ghost. The ghost cannot say who he is haunting or even his identity in the thread.
Once the Killer is dead, the Game is over. Alternatively, once everyone else is dead and the Killer is using your rotting corpses as a throne, then the Game is also over.
[HEADING=3]The Medic[/HEADING]An important class, the Medic is the exact opposite of the Killer in almost every way.While the killer is the player who chose the number closest to the randomized number, the Medic is the player who picks the number farthest away. Each round, the Medic can choose to protect one person. That person has immunity from being killed by the killer as a result. The Medic cannot protect themselves.
A note to whoever becomes the Medic, you have a lot of power and while the Killer will be aiming to kill everyone, he has a special place on his mantel for you.
[HEADING=3]The Spy[/HEADING]The spy is an espionage and perhaps the most powerful living character when it comes to combating the Killer. The Spy is the player who gets the SECOND closest number to the chosen one (behind the killer). The Spy is granted 3 questions to help narrow down the killer. He will ask me those questions and if they are suitable, he will be able to narrow down his suspects until he finds the killer. The Spy can do whatever he wishes with the info once he has it.
[HEADING=3]The Ghost[/HEADING]The only class not chosen at the beginning of the game. When a player dies, he will send me a number (1-10) if he/she guesses the number correctly, they will become the ghost. Each round, the ghost can haunt one person. Once he has chosen a target, I will give info on the haunted. The Ghost may tell the Haunted the info they have discovered (Example: If the ghost chooses to haunt the killer for a round and then a normal player, the Ghost can tell the player who the Killer is....or not...depends on the person) Each person can only be haunted once and there can only be one Ghost. The ghost cannot say who he is haunting or even his identity in the thread.
The Deceased are allowed to continue posting in the thread and carry on in conversation with the living. The difference? They get free access to the JIB.
Each person who dies must post a death and each death will be copied and placed into the OP.
The game will start when we have a minimum of 22 players.
Current Players
1.
2. elementsoul - SURVIVED!
3. axle 19]axle 19 - SURVIVED!
4. BloodyThoughts - SURVIVED!
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6.
7. Fury Is Me. - SURVIVED!
8. Lambi - SURVIVED!
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10.
11. War Penguin - SURVIVED!
12. maddawg IAJI - SURVIVED!
13. hopeneverdies - SURVIVED!
14. BigZ225 - SURVIVED!
15. Lost In The Void - SURVIVED!
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17. Time Travelling Toaster - SURVIVED!
18. ultimateownage - SURVIVED!
19. j1-2themax - SURVIVED!
20. chromewarriorXIII - SURVIVED!
21. Schizzy - SURVIVED!
22. blaze96 - SURVIVED!
23. Yorgmiester - The Medic
24. Asturiel - SURVIVED!
Italics means still waiting for a number from these people.
Reserves for Next Round
Zirat
Sparrow
TBC
Ryan was driving down the highway out towards his home in the middle of Canadian nowhere. The trees were zooming by his windshield, the driver's side window was all the way down letting the air stream into the usually baking Corolla. The iPod was blaring some Red Hot Chili Peppers into his ears. He nodded his head in time, singing the lyrics.
"Dream of Californication, Dream of Californication," he sang as he sped along.
He moved to go past a slow moving tractor trailer, when it suddenly pulled out into the lane in front of him.
"Hey, what the hell? You son of a *****! What, you can't see me dri-"
Ryan's cursing was cut off as a car slammed into the back of his, sending him spinning out of control. It was a classic P.I.T. manuever, that he recognized from too many daytimes of Spike TV. He tried to steer into it, but the Toyota's steering wheel snapped off in his hands. He rolled off the highway, the twisted metal of the car rotating a couple of times before landing on it's roof in the highway ditch. Ryan slowly crawled out of the wreckage, aside from some minor cuts and scrapes he seemed to be fine.
"Oh god, what the hell?" He checked his pocket. "Oh good, my iPod's still working. Thank god."
He looked up onto the highway, a car had pulled over near where he went off the road. Concerned pedestrians, maybe? This was quickly disproven when the four people emerged from the car with guns. Big guns. Ryan took off running into the Canadian forest, not wanting to find out what intentions they held.
He dashed along, ducking branches as he tried to get away, to get help. But, being the middle of nowhere, those prospects were slim. He could hear the group behind him.
"Come on! He went this way!" The voice was somewhat familiar.
Ryan kept running, hoping to find a hobo shack, a moonshine mill, a grow-op, anyone or anything that could offer some assistance. Instead he found a tree root, or should we say, the tree root found him. It rose up from the ground and tripped the tall Canuck, sending him crashing to the ground.
"Ow, lousy bastard tree! I'll cut down your family!" he shouted. He tried to get up, but between the car accident and the actual running for 15 minutes, he was exhausted. As he sat up, rubbing his knee, he could see the cloaked occupants of the car running towards him. He thought it was really strange they were wearing such heavy cloaks in the middle of the summer. Sure, Canada was cold, but in the summer it actually got up to 10 degrees. They must not have been locals.
"Ryan, you're a dick to try and catch, you know that?" The leader of the four said as he came the area where Ryan fell. The other three were soon behind him. They all brandished AK-47s.
"Well, you know, I'm a lot easier to catch if you don't come after me in omnious capes with assault rifles. Especially right after you guys knock me off the road. That's real nice of you, by the way. I'm going to get to have a nice little talk with the Mounties about that one. Hope you guys like your insurance going up."
The four finally took their hoods off, and Ryan could finally see what was happening. These were people he did know, and he knew why they were here.
"The Mounties aren't going to care about the procedures used to take down a murderer," the leader stated. "You killed Nukey, Ryan. We all know it."
"Adam, what the hell man? You know I can't kill anyone right? I'm Canadian! It's not what we do! Yeah, I may drop the gloves with someone a bit readily, but killing? Come on?"
Adam's expression didn't change. "Come on, we're not buying that stereotype bull. Even if you have maple syrup leaking out of your pocket as we speak."
"What?" Ryan looked over. "Damn McDonald's. They give you way too many packets to expect people not to take them."
"We've all come to this decision as a group. It's time for you to go."
"What? You all can't really think that? Zak, my toque brother, you're not really buying this are you? We were high fiving when we both survived the last time!"
"Yeah, but someone's gotta die. Might as well be you. Besides, I need to add your toque to my own. Then my powers will be twice as strong."
"You know that's not how it works right?"
"Shut up! Of course it is!"
Ryan turned to the girl with the red hair behind Adam. "Sky, you don't really think I would have killed Nukey, do you?"
Sky shook her head. "I don't but for some reason, I always have to be one of the ones doing the executing. I don't know why. These guys flew me in from England just to kill you. $600 flight, just to kill you. I mean, yeah I'll take the free trip, but still. Seems a bit much."
Ryan looked at the final person there. "Cody. Cody what the hell, I saved you when I was the Medic in a past dimension, just like I saved Nukey! How could you think I'm the killer?"
The young man shrugged. "You didn't save me last round, and you were God then."
"You weren't even in the round, damn it!"
"Not the point!"
"All right enough arguing. Time to die, Ryan." Adam was taking this role with a lot more seriousness then Ryan usually saw out of him.
"You guys, I'm telling you, I'm not the killer."
"Save it."
Ryan almost looked resigned to his fate at this point. "Can I at least finish listening to this song, since it'll be my last apparently?"
Adam looked over at the other members of the firing squad. "Yeah, sure."
Ryan looked down at his iPod, sorrow in his eyes. He wished he had a better tune to finish up his life on rather than "All Downhill From Here" by New Found Glory, but at least it was true. He started singing sadly.
"And it's all downhill from here....and it's all downhill from heeerrrreeeerrere."
At the last guitar strains played, he looked up at his executioners. "OK, do it."
The second the words were out of his mouth, they started firing. The bullets riddled his body and the Canadian fell to the forest ground, now as dead as the earth around him. One of the bullets fired also ended his iPod's life. No warranty would be bringing this Mac back. But it was fitting that the screen froze on the next song on Ryan's playlist.
The executioners walked back towards their rented Kia, the body laying there, his electronic device his only means of communication now, telling whoever found the body "Don't Fear the Reaper."
"Dream of Californication, Dream of Californication," he sang as he sped along.
He moved to go past a slow moving tractor trailer, when it suddenly pulled out into the lane in front of him.
"Hey, what the hell? You son of a *****! What, you can't see me dri-"
Ryan's cursing was cut off as a car slammed into the back of his, sending him spinning out of control. It was a classic P.I.T. manuever, that he recognized from too many daytimes of Spike TV. He tried to steer into it, but the Toyota's steering wheel snapped off in his hands. He rolled off the highway, the twisted metal of the car rotating a couple of times before landing on it's roof in the highway ditch. Ryan slowly crawled out of the wreckage, aside from some minor cuts and scrapes he seemed to be fine.
"Oh god, what the hell?" He checked his pocket. "Oh good, my iPod's still working. Thank god."
He looked up onto the highway, a car had pulled over near where he went off the road. Concerned pedestrians, maybe? This was quickly disproven when the four people emerged from the car with guns. Big guns. Ryan took off running into the Canadian forest, not wanting to find out what intentions they held.
He dashed along, ducking branches as he tried to get away, to get help. But, being the middle of nowhere, those prospects were slim. He could hear the group behind him.
"Come on! He went this way!" The voice was somewhat familiar.
Ryan kept running, hoping to find a hobo shack, a moonshine mill, a grow-op, anyone or anything that could offer some assistance. Instead he found a tree root, or should we say, the tree root found him. It rose up from the ground and tripped the tall Canuck, sending him crashing to the ground.
"Ow, lousy bastard tree! I'll cut down your family!" he shouted. He tried to get up, but between the car accident and the actual running for 15 minutes, he was exhausted. As he sat up, rubbing his knee, he could see the cloaked occupants of the car running towards him. He thought it was really strange they were wearing such heavy cloaks in the middle of the summer. Sure, Canada was cold, but in the summer it actually got up to 10 degrees. They must not have been locals.
"Ryan, you're a dick to try and catch, you know that?" The leader of the four said as he came the area where Ryan fell. The other three were soon behind him. They all brandished AK-47s.
"Well, you know, I'm a lot easier to catch if you don't come after me in omnious capes with assault rifles. Especially right after you guys knock me off the road. That's real nice of you, by the way. I'm going to get to have a nice little talk with the Mounties about that one. Hope you guys like your insurance going up."
The four finally took their hoods off, and Ryan could finally see what was happening. These were people he did know, and he knew why they were here.
"The Mounties aren't going to care about the procedures used to take down a murderer," the leader stated. "You killed Nukey, Ryan. We all know it."
"Adam, what the hell man? You know I can't kill anyone right? I'm Canadian! It's not what we do! Yeah, I may drop the gloves with someone a bit readily, but killing? Come on?"
Adam's expression didn't change. "Come on, we're not buying that stereotype bull. Even if you have maple syrup leaking out of your pocket as we speak."
"What?" Ryan looked over. "Damn McDonald's. They give you way too many packets to expect people not to take them."
"We've all come to this decision as a group. It's time for you to go."
"What? You all can't really think that? Zak, my toque brother, you're not really buying this are you? We were high fiving when we both survived the last time!"
"Yeah, but someone's gotta die. Might as well be you. Besides, I need to add your toque to my own. Then my powers will be twice as strong."
"You know that's not how it works right?"
"Shut up! Of course it is!"
Ryan turned to the girl with the red hair behind Adam. "Sky, you don't really think I would have killed Nukey, do you?"
Sky shook her head. "I don't but for some reason, I always have to be one of the ones doing the executing. I don't know why. These guys flew me in from England just to kill you. $600 flight, just to kill you. I mean, yeah I'll take the free trip, but still. Seems a bit much."
Ryan looked at the final person there. "Cody. Cody what the hell, I saved you when I was the Medic in a past dimension, just like I saved Nukey! How could you think I'm the killer?"
The young man shrugged. "You didn't save me last round, and you were God then."
"You weren't even in the round, damn it!"
"Not the point!"
"All right enough arguing. Time to die, Ryan." Adam was taking this role with a lot more seriousness then Ryan usually saw out of him.
"You guys, I'm telling you, I'm not the killer."
"Save it."
Ryan almost looked resigned to his fate at this point. "Can I at least finish listening to this song, since it'll be my last apparently?"
Adam looked over at the other members of the firing squad. "Yeah, sure."
Ryan looked down at his iPod, sorrow in his eyes. He wished he had a better tune to finish up his life on rather than "All Downhill From Here" by New Found Glory, but at least it was true. He started singing sadly.
"And it's all downhill from here....and it's all downhill from heeerrrreeeerrere."
At the last guitar strains played, he looked up at his executioners. "OK, do it."
The second the words were out of his mouth, they started firing. The bullets riddled his body and the Canadian fell to the forest ground, now as dead as the earth around him. One of the bullets fired also ended his iPod's life. No warranty would be bringing this Mac back. But it was fitting that the screen froze on the next song on Ryan's playlist.
The executioners walked back towards their rented Kia, the body laying there, his electronic device his only means of communication now, telling whoever found the body "Don't Fear the Reaper."
I paced around my living room, looking at the papers in my hands. I was sure it was one of these people....
"Hmmm... Who could it be." I sighed. Why did I have to be the Spy?
I heard a creak from the next room, and looked over my shoulder. There was nothing there, although I noticed the light in the next room had been turned off. I was sure I'd left it on...
I went to investigate, but the room was empty. I sorta felt like I was being watched.
Trying to shrug off that annoying feeling, I went back to my papers, and added more details to my list. I had to find the killer before he found me first.
There was a tapping at my window. I ignored it and kept writing, but it repeatedly itself until I started to get annoyed.
"Jeez! Shut up!" I grumbled at the window, going over to see what was wrong with it.
Someone had left it open, but I always kept the windows tightly shut....
Before I had time to react, I heard laughter behind me, and felt a huge force push against my back. I tumbled down into the alley before, the last thing I saw was a sillhouted face against the moonlight, grinning maliciously at me. Then everything went black...
"Hmmm... Who could it be." I sighed. Why did I have to be the Spy?
I heard a creak from the next room, and looked over my shoulder. There was nothing there, although I noticed the light in the next room had been turned off. I was sure I'd left it on...
I went to investigate, but the room was empty. I sorta felt like I was being watched.
Trying to shrug off that annoying feeling, I went back to my papers, and added more details to my list. I had to find the killer before he found me first.
There was a tapping at my window. I ignored it and kept writing, but it repeatedly itself until I started to get annoyed.
"Jeez! Shut up!" I grumbled at the window, going over to see what was wrong with it.
Someone had left it open, but I always kept the windows tightly shut....
Before I had time to react, I heard laughter behind me, and felt a huge force push against my back. I tumbled down into the alley before, the last thing I saw was a sillhouted face against the moonlight, grinning maliciously at me. Then everything went black...
Paranoia was in bloom in Raven's mind. There were three possibilities, one of which was himself. He knew it wasn't him, obviously enough. Since Sky's murder, he had barricaded every possible entrance to his house, only coming out to buy food. Artillery pieces had been set up on balconies, accompanied by automated sentries which patrolled the roof.
Raven knew he had no chance of being murdered, since that would only make it easier for the killer to be identified. That only left the inevitable execution, hence the defense systems. There was even an underground bunker under the basement to prevent airstrikes. Raven was taking no chances.
All of a sudden, the unblocked front doors exploded inwards, closely followed by Raven's nightmare come true. Three teams of armoured troops burst into his house, and began to search the place from the top down. They eventually found him sitting in a corner of the bunker, cradling a rifle in his hands. Raven threw it down as they entered the room.
"I know why you're here," he said, his voice shaking. "I knew you'd come. Do none of you trust me enough to let me live? I can prove it's not me."
"Shut up," one of them said, their voice obscured so he couldn't identify them. The speaker slapped him hard across the face. Raven fell, but got up, standing in his defiance.
"If you're so convinced, then shoot me. Evidently nothing I say will deter you. But before you kill me, know this: another of you will die because of your actions here today." With that, Raven closed his eyes and waited for the end.
He didn't have to wait for long.
Raven knew he had no chance of being murdered, since that would only make it easier for the killer to be identified. That only left the inevitable execution, hence the defense systems. There was even an underground bunker under the basement to prevent airstrikes. Raven was taking no chances.
All of a sudden, the unblocked front doors exploded inwards, closely followed by Raven's nightmare come true. Three teams of armoured troops burst into his house, and began to search the place from the top down. They eventually found him sitting in a corner of the bunker, cradling a rifle in his hands. Raven threw it down as they entered the room.
"I know why you're here," he said, his voice shaking. "I knew you'd come. Do none of you trust me enough to let me live? I can prove it's not me."
"Shut up," one of them said, their voice obscured so he couldn't identify them. The speaker slapped him hard across the face. Raven fell, but got up, standing in his defiance.
"If you're so convinced, then shoot me. Evidently nothing I say will deter you. But before you kill me, know this: another of you will die because of your actions here today." With that, Raven closed his eyes and waited for the end.
He didn't have to wait for long.
"This is a bunch of bull." I loudly grumble to myself as I read through today's bus schedule.
Apparently, the last bus swiftly glided past this post a few minutes ago, and I was stuck taking the train.
Fuck. I was never a big fan of the subway. It was always dimly lit, loud, and eerily vacant. I sighed and shrugged before walking into the undergrounded area. As I paid my fare and walked through the turnstile, I took a seat at one of the nearby benches, patiently waiting for that damned metal tube to arrive. As expected, this dirty place was bare, with no one in sight. To pass the time, I placed my headphones over my ears and Cecil Otter began to blast through the small speakers.
"Heh. I'm listening to Underground Hip-Hop, Underground! Haaa." I say to myself, chuckling at my own joke.
As I enjoy my non-mainstream music, a lone newspaper article blows into my leg. Before I rid myself of the trash, the headliner catches my eye. "Serial Killer: Still at Large" it read in bold black letters. The headliner didn't faze me one bit. In a big city like this, there's always bound to be some type of robber, or mugger, or kidnapper who always wanted to do some damage to one person or another, just to fulfill some sick rush, or get rich quick, or just to see their name in the papers. It was almost laughably sad. I casually toss the paper to the side before going back to my music. A few minutes later, a barely inaudible automated voice garbled through the loudspeakers, informing me that the train was on its way.
"Humph. 'Bout damn time." I say in response.
But, before I can ready myself for the train, a large shadowy figure catches the corner of my eye. Strange. It wasn't there before. Curiously, I inch up to the tall, lanky figure.
Bad Idea, on my behalf.
"Excuse me, do you have the time?" I ask calmly and innocently.
"Why yes. It is time for you...to die." It responds, his voice as equally calm as mine.
At first I thought it was only telling a silly joke, but that theory quickly failed once it drove its fist into my gut, knocking the air right out of me. Being too startled from the sudden attack leaves me open from more punches and kicks from the skinny-yet-surprisingly strong person. I want to defend myself, but I'm still confused from this thing's sudden shift into violence. I've never seen this person (if I could call it that) in my entire life, and yet, he was wailing into me as if we were sworn enemies since childhood. The red, liquid, life-giver commonly known as blood began to wet and coagulate on its hands, feet, and clothes. Fighting back soon became an afterthought once the villain began to strike at me, harder and harder with each hit of the fist, and with each stomp of the foot. I began to fade from existence, sights becoming more and more blurred with each numbing strike to my face. Once my shadowy adversary released his grip on my collar, I quickly slumped to the ground, too weak to stand. Out of its jacket, came a dull colored 9 MM. As it cocked the gun and pressed it against my skull, I used the remainder of my strength to look up at it, trying my best to glare at it through blood-soaked eyes.
"What are you waiting for, fucker? Finish me." I say weakly, coughing up blood.
Before it pulled the trigger, the figure brought the gun away from my cranium. At the moment in time, that cold hearted killer saw something different. It propped my semi-lifeless body against the wall and began to speak to me.
"No...killing you with a gun would be too...similar, too...familiar. Your last statement reminds me of another death I did some time ago...Which is funny because you look exactly like that guy I killed long ago. So, to tempt your fate and mine, I shall change things up a bit-" It stops mid-sentence. The subway's screeching wheels are heard nearby.
Without another word, the monster grabs my collar and twirls my limp body through the air, before releasing me from its grasp. At that exact second in my short life, the train finally arrives in the station. Time seems to slow down as I begin to seemingly float towards the train. The bright headlights envelop me in their warm embrace before I abruptly collide with the conductor's car. A nerve-racking, ear shattering, yet slightly cartoony SPLAT was heard, and my blood and several dismembered contents explode over the dusty, grime-caked windows and into several other places as well.
Before the train can come to a complete stop, the killer begins to make its way out of the station.
"Well, instead of him catching the train, it looks like-" It pauses to take out and put on a pair of sunglasses and a tape recorder.
"-the train caught him." He finishes, before pressing play on the recorder. Immediately a song begins.
"YEAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" The opening of said song is blasted through the speakers, echoing throughout the empty train station. A sly smirk crosses the killer's face.
Apparently, the last bus swiftly glided past this post a few minutes ago, and I was stuck taking the train.
Fuck. I was never a big fan of the subway. It was always dimly lit, loud, and eerily vacant. I sighed and shrugged before walking into the undergrounded area. As I paid my fare and walked through the turnstile, I took a seat at one of the nearby benches, patiently waiting for that damned metal tube to arrive. As expected, this dirty place was bare, with no one in sight. To pass the time, I placed my headphones over my ears and Cecil Otter began to blast through the small speakers.
"Heh. I'm listening to Underground Hip-Hop, Underground! Haaa." I say to myself, chuckling at my own joke.
As I enjoy my non-mainstream music, a lone newspaper article blows into my leg. Before I rid myself of the trash, the headliner catches my eye. "Serial Killer: Still at Large" it read in bold black letters. The headliner didn't faze me one bit. In a big city like this, there's always bound to be some type of robber, or mugger, or kidnapper who always wanted to do some damage to one person or another, just to fulfill some sick rush, or get rich quick, or just to see their name in the papers. It was almost laughably sad. I casually toss the paper to the side before going back to my music. A few minutes later, a barely inaudible automated voice garbled through the loudspeakers, informing me that the train was on its way.
"Humph. 'Bout damn time." I say in response.
But, before I can ready myself for the train, a large shadowy figure catches the corner of my eye. Strange. It wasn't there before. Curiously, I inch up to the tall, lanky figure.
Bad Idea, on my behalf.
"Excuse me, do you have the time?" I ask calmly and innocently.
"Why yes. It is time for you...to die." It responds, his voice as equally calm as mine.
At first I thought it was only telling a silly joke, but that theory quickly failed once it drove its fist into my gut, knocking the air right out of me. Being too startled from the sudden attack leaves me open from more punches and kicks from the skinny-yet-surprisingly strong person. I want to defend myself, but I'm still confused from this thing's sudden shift into violence. I've never seen this person (if I could call it that) in my entire life, and yet, he was wailing into me as if we were sworn enemies since childhood. The red, liquid, life-giver commonly known as blood began to wet and coagulate on its hands, feet, and clothes. Fighting back soon became an afterthought once the villain began to strike at me, harder and harder with each hit of the fist, and with each stomp of the foot. I began to fade from existence, sights becoming more and more blurred with each numbing strike to my face. Once my shadowy adversary released his grip on my collar, I quickly slumped to the ground, too weak to stand. Out of its jacket, came a dull colored 9 MM. As it cocked the gun and pressed it against my skull, I used the remainder of my strength to look up at it, trying my best to glare at it through blood-soaked eyes.
"What are you waiting for, fucker? Finish me." I say weakly, coughing up blood.
Before it pulled the trigger, the figure brought the gun away from my cranium. At the moment in time, that cold hearted killer saw something different. It propped my semi-lifeless body against the wall and began to speak to me.
"No...killing you with a gun would be too...similar, too...familiar. Your last statement reminds me of another death I did some time ago...Which is funny because you look exactly like that guy I killed long ago. So, to tempt your fate and mine, I shall change things up a bit-" It stops mid-sentence. The subway's screeching wheels are heard nearby.
Without another word, the monster grabs my collar and twirls my limp body through the air, before releasing me from its grasp. At that exact second in my short life, the train finally arrives in the station. Time seems to slow down as I begin to seemingly float towards the train. The bright headlights envelop me in their warm embrace before I abruptly collide with the conductor's car. A nerve-racking, ear shattering, yet slightly cartoony SPLAT was heard, and my blood and several dismembered contents explode over the dusty, grime-caked windows and into several other places as well.
Before the train can come to a complete stop, the killer begins to make its way out of the station.
"Well, instead of him catching the train, it looks like-" It pauses to take out and put on a pair of sunglasses and a tape recorder.
"-the train caught him." He finishes, before pressing play on the recorder. Immediately a song begins.
"YEAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" The opening of said song is blasted through the speakers, echoing throughout the empty train station. A sly smirk crosses the killer's face.
Teddy stood at the desk in her room, grinning, knowing what was to come.
It was a stormy night, with rain colliding voilently against her window pane.
She heard the door downstairs being forced open, as she closed her hand tighter around the handle of her cleaver she heard someone say "search the house, she may still be here."
She sniggered quietly as the search party downstairs moved, knocked over stuff and slammed open doors.
"Let's check upstairs" she heard a few seconds before she heard footsteps running up the stairs.
In less then a minute her door slammed open and she was greeted by a "There's the murderous whore!".
"How rude" she replied in a warm friendly tone "breaking into someones home, vandalising their property and then insulting the owner"
"Shut up!" shouted one of the trespassers, as they all pointed their guns at her.
She greeted their rifles with a manic smile and stare.
"Why did you do it?! Why did you kill those people?!" said another.
"Oh but it's quite an experience" replied Teddy. "Have you ever been in a fight, felt the adreneline rush? The act of murder is on a whole other level, the rush of mania going through you as the blood flows, as the blows connect, as the corpse falls to the floor. It's so beautiful"
"Oh my god you're fucking sick!" roared one of her executioners as they all stared in shock at her words.
"I know!!" she roared back as she ran towards them with her cleaver raised, laughing.
Her body fell backwards to the floor as she gagged on her blood less then a second later, a pool starting to form around her body.
It was a stormy night, with rain colliding voilently against her window pane.
She heard the door downstairs being forced open, as she closed her hand tighter around the handle of her cleaver she heard someone say "search the house, she may still be here."
She sniggered quietly as the search party downstairs moved, knocked over stuff and slammed open doors.
"Let's check upstairs" she heard a few seconds before she heard footsteps running up the stairs.
In less then a minute her door slammed open and she was greeted by a "There's the murderous whore!".
"How rude" she replied in a warm friendly tone "breaking into someones home, vandalising their property and then insulting the owner"
"Shut up!" shouted one of the trespassers, as they all pointed their guns at her.
She greeted their rifles with a manic smile and stare.
"Why did you do it?! Why did you kill those people?!" said another.
"Oh but it's quite an experience" replied Teddy. "Have you ever been in a fight, felt the adreneline rush? The act of murder is on a whole other level, the rush of mania going through you as the blood flows, as the blows connect, as the corpse falls to the floor. It's so beautiful"
"Oh my god you're fucking sick!" roared one of her executioners as they all stared in shock at her words.
"I know!!" she roared back as she ran towards them with her cleaver raised, laughing.
Her body fell backwards to the floor as she gagged on her blood less then a second later, a pool starting to form around her body.
