[HEADING=1]Serial Killer [small]Round 15[/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.
I'd appreciate it if you could send me via PM your numbers as soon as possible
[user]blaze96[/user] - Vaguely pwned
[user]UltimateOwnage[/user]
[user]Sky14kemea[/user]
[user]Pm0n3y[/user]
[user]Axle19[/user]
[user]Lambi[/user]
[user]Elementsoul[/user] - Essentially, suicide. This killer is pretty crap isn't he?
[user]NeoAC[/user] - Found because he was murdering scum!
[user]Hopeneverdies[/user]
[user]maddawg IAJI[/user]
[user]chromewarriorXIII[/user]
[user]CounterAttack[/user]
[user]Nukey[/user] - Hanging pending
[user]WarPenguin[/user]
[user]BigZ225[/user] - Hung by his own comrades, the horror!
[user]Time Travelling Toaster[/user]
[user]J1-2themax[/user] - Shot like, a GAZILLION times.
[user]Lost In The Void[/user]
[user]Asturiel[/user]
[user]Skarin[/user]
[user]RBMidknight[/user]
[user]Schizzy[/user]
[user]BloodyThoughts[/user] - Neck slammed, WWE-style.
[user]Demented Teddy[/user]
[user]Fraught[/user]
[user]Fury Is Me.[/user] - Cadillac'd
Death Posts:
1. [user]Sparrow[/user] - The Killer - Execution #1 - Death by firing squad.
2. [user]CounterAttack[/user]
3. [user]War Penguin[/user]
4.[user]NeoAC[/user] - Victim #1 - Death by hockey stick.
5. [user]Fury Is Me.[/user]
6. [user]Cuddly Razor[/user]
7. [user]Sleekgiant[/user]
8. [user]BigZ225[/user]
9. [user]Nukey[/user]
10. [user]hopeneverdies[/user]
11. [user]blaze96[/user]
12. [user]Time Travelling Toaster[/user]
13. [user]maddawg IAJI[/user]
14. [user]JourneyThroughHell[/user]
15. [user]DeathChairOfHell[/user]
16. [user]elementsoul[/user]
17. [user]Lambi[/user]
18. [user]Pm0n3y[/user]
19. [user]BloodyThoughts[/user]
20. [user]capin Rob[/user]
21. [user]j1-2themax[/user]
22. [user]chromewarriorXIII[/user]
2. [user]CounterAttack[/user]
3. [user]War Penguin[/user]
4.
5. [user]Fury Is Me.[/user]
6. [user]Cuddly Razor[/user]
7. [user]Sleekgiant[/user]
8. [user]BigZ225[/user]
9. [user]Nukey[/user]
10. [user]hopeneverdies[/user]
11. [user]blaze96[/user]
12. [user]Time Travelling Toaster[/user]
13. [user]maddawg IAJI[/user]
14. [user]JourneyThroughHell[/user]
15. [user]DeathChairOfHell[/user]
16. [user]elementsoul[/user]
17. [user]Lambi[/user]
18. [user]Pm0n3y[/user]
19. [user]BloodyThoughts[/user]
20. [user]capin Rob[/user]
21. [user]j1-2themax[/user]
22. [user]chromewarriorXIII[/user]
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 choose a user to haunt. 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 choose a user to haunt. 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.
I'd appreciate it if you could send me via PM your numbers as soon as possible
[user]UltimateOwnage[/user]
[user]Sky14kemea[/user]
[user]Pm0n3y[/user]
[user]Axle19[/user]
[user]Lambi[/user]
[user]Hopeneverdies[/user]
[user]maddawg IAJI[/user]
[user]chromewarriorXIII[/user]
[user]CounterAttack[/user]
[user]WarPenguin[/user]
[user]Time Travelling Toaster[/user]
[user]Lost In The Void[/user]
[user]Asturiel[/user]
[user]Skarin[/user]
[user]RBMidknight[/user]
[user]Schizzy[/user]
[user]Demented Teddy[/user]
[user]Fraught[/user]
Death Posts:
Frank was sitting on his computer, writing his latest review after his writers block finally stopped. He was almost done with his review when all of a sudden the lights went out. At first, he thought it was just a power outage. But then, his TV came on. At first it was just fuzzy. Then, something appeared on screen. It was like, a solar eclipse.
"Hmm, is that one of those accursed videos that is all the rage these days?" Franklin said to himself. Then, it stopped. The TV went out yet again. His phone rang. He turned his head dramatically over to it. ...Oh fuck no.... it was...damn these children... He got up, and answered the phone.
"I can see you..."A mysterious voice said.
"Who is this and why are you quoting a Black Christmas?" Frank then looked around; there were yellow lights in his vents. They were like neon eyes. "I can see you to man."
"No you can't"
"Um...yes I can. Your eyes are yellow." Frank retaliated. The mysterious man hung up the phone, "I think imp being stalked..." Just then, the phone rang again. He picked it up again, and it was the same person.
"Seven days-" The man was cut off by Frank.
"Okay, now you're just redundant."
"You know what lets just cut this bull crap!" The lights then came back on; the TV channel was on Nickelodeon. "Strange..." Frank said, he looked up at the vents and the man was gone. He went back to his computer, only to see that his entire review had been erased. "DAMMIT!" He screamed. He kicked his computer, snapping it like a twig. The phone rang yet again, and Frank answered the phone ,yet again, but this time screamed at whoever was on the other line, "YOU BETTER FUCKING SHOW YOURSELF CAUSE IM GETTING PISSED YOU LITTLE PUSSY!"
"Um...but it's me....Sparrow...You know, GM of Serial Killer??" Frank was surprised to hear Sparrow talk. He was both relieved, and shocked.
"Oh, damn sorry man. It's just, this guy was stalking me and all...he was very redundant."
"It's alright man. I just came to warn you, that the killer is in your area-" Franklin dropped the phone. His eyes widened, and his heart started to race. Could...that...no...it's not possible...why would he be after me?! Why did he choose me!? The ground then filled up with smoke, the lights went out again, and he heard footsteps.
"Who-who is this? Why are you here?!...It's the killer..." Frank blurted out. He heard a maniacal laugh.
"Haha...yeah...it's me..." The lights started to flicker on and off, on and off. And with those few milliseconds of light, he saw him. The killer. He was shocked to see who it was.
"How could you-" Franklin felt a prick in his gut. He felt pain. He clutched his gut. It was bleeding a lot. Frank fell to the ground, "But why! Why do this to your friends?! It makes no sense!"
"That's the point." Frank was then kicked onto his back, and knives were stabbed into the underside of both elbows, and 2 nails were nailed through his kneecaps, pinning him to the ground so he could not move. "But I guess it's time for you to die." Frank felt a boot on his neck. The killer was increasing pressure onto the neck.
"No. It can't be...PLEASE!"
"Too late" The killer then stomped on Franklin's neck, crushing it. Blood flew everywhere, and the killer laughed.
The next day, the police came and were shocked to see what happened to Frank. They then looked onto the walls. On each side, this was written:
I will strike again...
In blood. Once the news got out that Franklin was dead, everyone was in fear. Who would be next?
"Hmm, is that one of those accursed videos that is all the rage these days?" Franklin said to himself. Then, it stopped. The TV went out yet again. His phone rang. He turned his head dramatically over to it. ...Oh fuck no.... it was...damn these children... He got up, and answered the phone.
"I can see you..."A mysterious voice said.
"Who is this and why are you quoting a Black Christmas?" Frank then looked around; there were yellow lights in his vents. They were like neon eyes. "I can see you to man."
"No you can't"
"Um...yes I can. Your eyes are yellow." Frank retaliated. The mysterious man hung up the phone, "I think imp being stalked..." Just then, the phone rang again. He picked it up again, and it was the same person.
"Seven days-" The man was cut off by Frank.
"Okay, now you're just redundant."
"You know what lets just cut this bull crap!" The lights then came back on; the TV channel was on Nickelodeon. "Strange..." Frank said, he looked up at the vents and the man was gone. He went back to his computer, only to see that his entire review had been erased. "DAMMIT!" He screamed. He kicked his computer, snapping it like a twig. The phone rang yet again, and Frank answered the phone ,yet again, but this time screamed at whoever was on the other line, "YOU BETTER FUCKING SHOW YOURSELF CAUSE IM GETTING PISSED YOU LITTLE PUSSY!"
"Um...but it's me....Sparrow...You know, GM of Serial Killer??" Frank was surprised to hear Sparrow talk. He was both relieved, and shocked.
"Oh, damn sorry man. It's just, this guy was stalking me and all...he was very redundant."
"It's alright man. I just came to warn you, that the killer is in your area-" Franklin dropped the phone. His eyes widened, and his heart started to race. Could...that...no...it's not possible...why would he be after me?! Why did he choose me!? The ground then filled up with smoke, the lights went out again, and he heard footsteps.
"Who-who is this? Why are you here?!...It's the killer..." Frank blurted out. He heard a maniacal laugh.
"Haha...yeah...it's me..." The lights started to flicker on and off, on and off. And with those few milliseconds of light, he saw him. The killer. He was shocked to see who it was.
"How could you-" Franklin felt a prick in his gut. He felt pain. He clutched his gut. It was bleeding a lot. Frank fell to the ground, "But why! Why do this to your friends?! It makes no sense!"
"That's the point." Frank was then kicked onto his back, and knives were stabbed into the underside of both elbows, and 2 nails were nailed through his kneecaps, pinning him to the ground so he could not move. "But I guess it's time for you to die." Frank felt a boot on his neck. The killer was increasing pressure onto the neck.
"No. It can't be...PLEASE!"
"Too late" The killer then stomped on Franklin's neck, crushing it. Blood flew everywhere, and the killer laughed.
The next day, the police came and were shocked to see what happened to Frank. They then looked onto the walls. On each side, this was written:
I will strike again...
In blood. Once the news got out that Franklin was dead, everyone was in fear. Who would be next?
Zak sat in his dark, cramped apartment. This lock-down was starting to piss him off something serious. Should they all be killed just so that the police can figure out which (if any) of them was the killer. They'd only been restricted, quarantined if you will, to the apartment block for almost 30 hours but tensions were already beginning to mount and soon paranoia would take hold.
Unfortunately, it took hold sooner than Zak expected.
He set his suspiciously large 'cigarette' down, still burning into its ashtray, might aswell enjoy the lock-down eh? He stared longingly upon the picture of his Girlfriend Leah (because he WAS NOT gay) and laid a hand upon the frame.
'Soon I'll be out of here and we'll see each other again babe, I promise'
However it was not to be so. A knock was heard from the door and familiar voices were herd out in the corridor.
'Strange, there seems to be more than one'
He cautiously withdrew his pistol from his holster and approached the door, it held securely in his right hand. He opened the door, making sure to keep his right side hidden, he didn't want to scare the neighbours after all.
In the hall stood a small mob of the blocks tenants, all with dour looks upon their faces and suspicion prevalent in their eyes. In front of them stood a man holding a can of beer, some kind of Canadian brew. He was the most grim of them all.
"We know Zak"
Zak was taken aback at this, what did they know? Did they want him to put out his 'relaxation'? He set his pistol down upon a stand by the door and answered their confusing accusation.
"Oh I'm sorry, I'll put it out but I'm sure the smoke wasn't leaking into the crèche...Again."
"No, we know its you"
Zaks eyes grew wide, did they...... Did they suspect it was him?! Apart from his recreation and maybe some misreading of gun control laws, he had never even considered doing anything illegal, let alone murder! But here they stood and the looks upon their faces seemed to say it all.
He turned to run but was grabbed from behind and even if he had not they had found a way inside his apartment aswell. A large man with frizzy red hair, glasses and a beard stood by his desk, a length of rope in his hand.
Zak was pushed inside his apartment, surrounded and stood on a chair.
"Zak Zed Zango, for the crime of 1st degree murder against your fellow tenant, I, by the power vested in me by the tenants association, sentence you to hang by the neck until dead"
The words were spoke by the most unlikely of judges, a woman, wearing Multi Coloured clothes. She stepped back into the crowd and the bearded man began to fasten the noose around his neck and attached it to the ceiling.
"Any last words?" asked the bearded man
"I'M NOT THE KI-"
Before he could finish the chair was kicked from underneath him and for a short moment, Zak felt suspended in mid air but that was only fleeting. He saw the ceiling growing further away and felt his stomach rising.
There was a sickening crack and then an still silence. The corpse of Zak, eyes bulging and neck unnaturally contorted swung slowly in the middle of the room.
"It is done"
The mob exited the room and began preparations to contact the police surrounding the building, they would soon be free!
Or so they thought.
They had killed the wrong man.
Zak was innocent!
And the Killer would strike again!
...P.s, Zak wasn't gay
Unfortunately, it took hold sooner than Zak expected.
He set his suspiciously large 'cigarette' down, still burning into its ashtray, might aswell enjoy the lock-down eh? He stared longingly upon the picture of his Girlfriend Leah (because he WAS NOT gay) and laid a hand upon the frame.
'Soon I'll be out of here and we'll see each other again babe, I promise'
However it was not to be so. A knock was heard from the door and familiar voices were herd out in the corridor.
'Strange, there seems to be more than one'
He cautiously withdrew his pistol from his holster and approached the door, it held securely in his right hand. He opened the door, making sure to keep his right side hidden, he didn't want to scare the neighbours after all.
In the hall stood a small mob of the blocks tenants, all with dour looks upon their faces and suspicion prevalent in their eyes. In front of them stood a man holding a can of beer, some kind of Canadian brew. He was the most grim of them all.
"We know Zak"
Zak was taken aback at this, what did they know? Did they want him to put out his 'relaxation'? He set his pistol down upon a stand by the door and answered their confusing accusation.
"Oh I'm sorry, I'll put it out but I'm sure the smoke wasn't leaking into the crèche...Again."
"No, we know its you"
Zaks eyes grew wide, did they...... Did they suspect it was him?! Apart from his recreation and maybe some misreading of gun control laws, he had never even considered doing anything illegal, let alone murder! But here they stood and the looks upon their faces seemed to say it all.
He turned to run but was grabbed from behind and even if he had not they had found a way inside his apartment aswell. A large man with frizzy red hair, glasses and a beard stood by his desk, a length of rope in his hand.
Zak was pushed inside his apartment, surrounded and stood on a chair.
"Zak Zed Zango, for the crime of 1st degree murder against your fellow tenant, I, by the power vested in me by the tenants association, sentence you to hang by the neck until dead"
The words were spoke by the most unlikely of judges, a woman, wearing Multi Coloured clothes. She stepped back into the crowd and the bearded man began to fasten the noose around his neck and attached it to the ceiling.
"Any last words?" asked the bearded man
"I'M NOT THE KI-"
Before he could finish the chair was kicked from underneath him and for a short moment, Zak felt suspended in mid air but that was only fleeting. He saw the ceiling growing further away and felt his stomach rising.
There was a sickening crack and then an still silence. The corpse of Zak, eyes bulging and neck unnaturally contorted swung slowly in the middle of the room.
"It is done"
The mob exited the room and began preparations to contact the police surrounding the building, they would soon be free!
Or so they thought.
They had killed the wrong man.
Zak was innocent!
And the Killer would strike again!
...P.s, Zak wasn't gay
Before JP went to get his mail, today was just like any other day. However, as soon as he stepped outside, he noticed something was out of place. Some idiot had parked a van which looked like it should have been owned by a pedophile right in front of his mailbox. Whoever owns that car has no taste whatsoever, JP thought as he wandered past to get his mail. As soon as he crossed the street, however, the van seemingly disappeared in a giant fireball which knocked JP on his ass, leaving second and third degree burns all over his body. As he tried to crawl back to his house to call 911, a figure dressed like a bank robber emerged from behind one of the houses and approached JP brandishing a silenced pistol. JP could only groan as the figure emptied the gun into JP before slipping away, leaving nothing but a bloody corpse in its wake.
I was sittting in my home when they arrived, knocking on the door three times before I opened. Clothed in a black robe and hood that completely hid their face I was almost able to shut the door before his foot blocked it, clad in a black shoe. Scrambling from the door I almost made it into my backyard and the safety of a hoppable fence before they grabbed me. Flung hard against the wall the breath rushed out of my lungs as my my head cracked against the wall. Weakly as I slid down the wall leaving a trail of blood I was barely able to ask what they wanted.
"Your life." was the simple reply.
"But I never did anything to anyone." I replied as I was slowly felt the life dripping from me.
"It doesn't matter, one way or another your life will end. It's just that fate has decided yours should end now. He pulled a knife from a sheath he had in smple rope belt he had to hold the robe closed. I barely felt as the knife pierced my flesh but knew my life was ending. They diped a small brush in the wound and began to paint a small phrase on the wall, and just as my eyes slid closed they finished and stood to one side to let me see.
"Enemies beware." They spoke blandly as I read. With that my eyes closed, knowing it was over.
"Your life." was the simple reply.
"But I never did anything to anyone." I replied as I was slowly felt the life dripping from me.
"It doesn't matter, one way or another your life will end. It's just that fate has decided yours should end now. He pulled a knife from a sheath he had in smple rope belt he had to hold the robe closed. I barely felt as the knife pierced my flesh but knew my life was ending. They diped a small brush in the wound and began to paint a small phrase on the wall, and just as my eyes slid closed they finished and stood to one side to let me see.
"Enemies beware." They spoke blandly as I read. With that my eyes closed, knowing it was over.
James watched in the dark as the figure of the murder moved through the pitch black room. The light flicked on. The killer was wearing the same balaclava as always. James could tell by the blood he spit onto it to taunt the killer. Black glasses covered the eyes and James' eyes finished adjusting. I sit int the same chair I've been handcuffed to for the past couple of days.
"Why won't you break? What is it about you that lets you keep yourself together!?" The killer yelled not sure if it was at myself or at his failed attempts to break me. The killer recomposed itself. "That doesn't matter at this point anyways. This next torture will break you and kill you." The killer said as if he pound pride in this next torture.
I laugh. I laugh so loud that it starts to echo and the killer grows ever more angry till point it grabbed the pipe against the wall and struck me across my face. I laughed even louder and hard until my lungs and I had to stop. "You meant kill me. Your pathetic ass couldn't break me. Killing is as close as you could ever come." I said spitting blood onto the balaclava making another stain. My face didn't even hurt from the strike. "You tried the thousand cut torture and I laughed it up. You water boarded me and I got thirsty. You tried every torture in the book that wouldn't kill me and you barely got a blink!" I shout this proudly and the killer pulls back and gets what it was planning on using on me.
I take note of what he brings out. An eight inch needle, a defibrillator, and a car battery. I laugh. "You are so proud of that one. That's nothing. I'd use that as my nice way of killing my victims." My words pierce the killer and more so it's ego. "Even so I will still enjoy watching this one!" The killer shouts hoping to gain something. I gave him nothing.
The killer hooks the defibrillator to my chest. The device also measures the person's pulse so it will shock their heart back into rhythm when it drops below a certain point. The defibrillator is hooked up to the car battery and it turns on. My pulse reads a cool eighty. The needle is pushed into my my left middle finger for about five of the eight inches. My pulse now races as this is nerve pain and adrenalin kicks in. My face doesn't move. My pulse hits a little over one hundred and fifty and starts to plummet. It reaches twenty three and the defibrillator kicks in and shocks my heart back into rhythm. My pulse returns to eighty and the process starts again.
I laugh. The killer is intrigued and asks, "what's so funny?" I slow the laugh and reply, "you still think you have control over me. I can tell that you tell yourself that you control when I die. I know its what has kept you from going crazy as you need control. You are a killer and demand it. That is a known fact." "So how don't I have control over you? I do decide when you die. That is control." The killer says with confidence.
"What you don't realize is that I still decide when I die!" I yell this as I lunge my right arm forward and the handcuff breaks through the part of the chair right below my hand that connects the leg to the arm of the chair. My pulse plummets and I pull the positive connector off my chest and the killer is stunned. My life is fading fast and laugh. I get a smile like no other and the killer fills with hate. A gun is drawn from behind him and I die before he can fire off a shot. The smile is still on my face and burned into the killer's mind forever.
"Why won't you break? What is it about you that lets you keep yourself together!?" The killer yelled not sure if it was at myself or at his failed attempts to break me. The killer recomposed itself. "That doesn't matter at this point anyways. This next torture will break you and kill you." The killer said as if he pound pride in this next torture.
I laugh. I laugh so loud that it starts to echo and the killer grows ever more angry till point it grabbed the pipe against the wall and struck me across my face. I laughed even louder and hard until my lungs and I had to stop. "You meant kill me. Your pathetic ass couldn't break me. Killing is as close as you could ever come." I said spitting blood onto the balaclava making another stain. My face didn't even hurt from the strike. "You tried the thousand cut torture and I laughed it up. You water boarded me and I got thirsty. You tried every torture in the book that wouldn't kill me and you barely got a blink!" I shout this proudly and the killer pulls back and gets what it was planning on using on me.
I take note of what he brings out. An eight inch needle, a defibrillator, and a car battery. I laugh. "You are so proud of that one. That's nothing. I'd use that as my nice way of killing my victims." My words pierce the killer and more so it's ego. "Even so I will still enjoy watching this one!" The killer shouts hoping to gain something. I gave him nothing.
The killer hooks the defibrillator to my chest. The device also measures the person's pulse so it will shock their heart back into rhythm when it drops below a certain point. The defibrillator is hooked up to the car battery and it turns on. My pulse reads a cool eighty. The needle is pushed into my my left middle finger for about five of the eight inches. My pulse now races as this is nerve pain and adrenalin kicks in. My face doesn't move. My pulse hits a little over one hundred and fifty and starts to plummet. It reaches twenty three and the defibrillator kicks in and shocks my heart back into rhythm. My pulse returns to eighty and the process starts again.
I laugh. The killer is intrigued and asks, "what's so funny?" I slow the laugh and reply, "you still think you have control over me. I can tell that you tell yourself that you control when I die. I know its what has kept you from going crazy as you need control. You are a killer and demand it. That is a known fact." "So how don't I have control over you? I do decide when you die. That is control." The killer says with confidence.
"What you don't realize is that I still decide when I die!" I yell this as I lunge my right arm forward and the handcuff breaks through the part of the chair right below my hand that connects the leg to the arm of the chair. My pulse plummets and I pull the positive connector off my chest and the killer is stunned. My life is fading fast and laugh. I get a smile like no other and the killer fills with hate. A gun is drawn from behind him and I die before he can fire off a shot. The smile is still on my face and burned into the killer's mind forever.
"Guh... I can't stand beer..." David said, walking out of a bar in town. He was looking for something to do due to the fact that his wife was out of town for the week for a family reunion. He didn't go, him and her family just didn't agree. He drove by a strip club and stopped at a little coffee shoppe. Hmm... nah... I'll just go home. He got back in the car and began to drive back to his house. He rounded a corner and passed an alleyway that had a biege Cadillac in it. As soon as he passed it up, the Caddy stated up and drove out, following him. What the?. He sped up a little and the Caddy sped up with him. What is this?! Suddenly, one of his tires exploded from a bullet shot. "GAH! NO! WHY ME?!" He quickly took control of the wheel and ot the car straight aggain as best he could and floored the gas. The man in the driver's seat of the Caddy sped up and rammed David sendin him spinnin out of control. "NO! NO! I'M NOT GOING TO DIE!" He spun around until the car left the road and spun into the grass. When it stopped, it was upside down and David was trapped between the bulk of the car and the crushed top. lass from the window he was trying to climb out of impaled his back and stomach. "Ugggh...." The Cadillac pulled up and stopped. A man cloaked in black walked out and approached David. David tried desperately to crawl himself out, clawin at the dirt in vain, only hurting himself more. The man stopped above David. "Wait a minute..." The man pulled out his Revolver and pointed it at David's forehead. "YOU'RE-!" He was cut off by the bullet that pierced his skull.
Ryan sat back in his chair in his basement and laughed a hearty laugh. His revenge was going according to plan. "All those people who had me executed, and were determined to outlive me, they are falling like flies! And it's all my doing! Muahahahaha!" He got up and went over to his fridge, grabbing a store brand root beer. "Ah, it's only a matter of time before I take all of my so called friends down!" He cracked the can open and drank deep.
His sipping was interrupted by his dogs barking, probably at the wind. "Shut up, Rosie!" he shouted at the louder one. Yet they continued their ear-splitting chorus. "Fine, I'll let you idiots out." As he trudged up the stairs, he kept sipping his root beer casually. He opened the door and the two dogs flew out into the Nova Scotia night, but he didn't expect them to have to dodge a couple pairs of legs to do it. He looked up and saw two men standing there on his short porch, wearing robes. It was odd enough there were actually visitors out here in the middle of nowhere, but at this time of night?
"You know, if you guys are looking for the druid orgy, it's about another 10 minutes down the road," he said, jokingly.
"I wouldn't be making cracks like that if I were you," the shorter one replied.
"Yeeah, its not the time for craks like theat," the taller one said, with a weird accent.
"Well why don't you fill me in on who you are, and what you want?"
"Ryan, it's me, Adam. You know, maddawg,"
"Oh right, Adam, sure," Ryan commented, as he turned to face the other man. "And since you sound like something straight out of Flight of the Conchords, you must be CA?"
"You kean call me Raven, though you won't be able to much longa," Raven answered.
"Oh? And why might that be?"
"We're here to kill you Ryan," Adam stated. "We know you're the one who's been killing everyone."
"What?" Ryan gasped in mock shock. "Wait a minute, I know this can't be an execution! Sky's not here! You guys flew around the world just to pull my leg! That's impressive! Expensive, but impressive!"
Adam shook his head. "Sky's not in on this one, she's done with this. She was too disgusted with the stuff you pulled, I mean BT treated you like a brother, Ryan!"
"You guys! I can't be the killer, I'm the lovable Canuck! Plus I don't think I've been on when the killings have gone down, have I?"
"We know you've bean acting reemotely," Raven confirmed. "Look, wee've already got DNA back. You're going to paay for what you've bean doing."
"Really?" Ryan asked. "Well, I think you're going to have to catch me first!" He threw the root beer in their faces, then he slammed the door on the two men and bolted up the other stair case. Adam and Raven flung the door open, but Ryan was already heading for the side door. The two dispatched executioners reopened the doors and gave chase. Ryan had made it to the other set of doors and flew out into the night.
"Hah!" he laughed as he went down the stairs and hit the ground running, aiming towards his car. "You can't catch me!" He turned around just in time to see the limb stick out from the darkness in front of him. It was almost as if someone hit the slow button on the Tivo as he fell to the ground. "AH! SSSSSSS-AHHHHH! SSSSSSS-AHHHHHH!" He whined as he clutched his knee and got a look at who caused his fall. The fro was immediately recognizable as the top part of the third member of the international tag team sent to take him out.
"Et tu.....Lambi?" Ryan asked in vain.
"It's for the greater good," he replied, pointing a revolver at him. Adam and Raven came out from behind him, guns drawn as well.
"Eny last words, Ryan?" Raven wondered.
"Just a couple," Ryan said, spitting on the ground. He pointed up at Adam. "You were next."
They say the hunting grounds of Northern Nova Scotia are very fertile, lots of good game to be had out there. Many a hunter travel up there hoping to bag themselves a deer or even a bear. To the few people who made the area their permanent home, the gunshots sounding in the distance sounded like a lucky group who had got themselves quite a prize. Only it wasn't one of the feared wild creatures these three gentlemen had bagged. No what these three random strangers got, was the hunter himself.
His sipping was interrupted by his dogs barking, probably at the wind. "Shut up, Rosie!" he shouted at the louder one. Yet they continued their ear-splitting chorus. "Fine, I'll let you idiots out." As he trudged up the stairs, he kept sipping his root beer casually. He opened the door and the two dogs flew out into the Nova Scotia night, but he didn't expect them to have to dodge a couple pairs of legs to do it. He looked up and saw two men standing there on his short porch, wearing robes. It was odd enough there were actually visitors out here in the middle of nowhere, but at this time of night?
"You know, if you guys are looking for the druid orgy, it's about another 10 minutes down the road," he said, jokingly.
"I wouldn't be making cracks like that if I were you," the shorter one replied.
"Yeeah, its not the time for craks like theat," the taller one said, with a weird accent.
"Well why don't you fill me in on who you are, and what you want?"
"Ryan, it's me, Adam. You know, maddawg,"
"Oh right, Adam, sure," Ryan commented, as he turned to face the other man. "And since you sound like something straight out of Flight of the Conchords, you must be CA?"
"You kean call me Raven, though you won't be able to much longa," Raven answered.
"Oh? And why might that be?"
"We're here to kill you Ryan," Adam stated. "We know you're the one who's been killing everyone."
"What?" Ryan gasped in mock shock. "Wait a minute, I know this can't be an execution! Sky's not here! You guys flew around the world just to pull my leg! That's impressive! Expensive, but impressive!"
Adam shook his head. "Sky's not in on this one, she's done with this. She was too disgusted with the stuff you pulled, I mean BT treated you like a brother, Ryan!"
"You guys! I can't be the killer, I'm the lovable Canuck! Plus I don't think I've been on when the killings have gone down, have I?"
"We know you've bean acting reemotely," Raven confirmed. "Look, wee've already got DNA back. You're going to paay for what you've bean doing."
"Really?" Ryan asked. "Well, I think you're going to have to catch me first!" He threw the root beer in their faces, then he slammed the door on the two men and bolted up the other stair case. Adam and Raven flung the door open, but Ryan was already heading for the side door. The two dispatched executioners reopened the doors and gave chase. Ryan had made it to the other set of doors and flew out into the night.
"Hah!" he laughed as he went down the stairs and hit the ground running, aiming towards his car. "You can't catch me!" He turned around just in time to see the limb stick out from the darkness in front of him. It was almost as if someone hit the slow button on the Tivo as he fell to the ground. "AH! SSSSSSS-AHHHHH! SSSSSSS-AHHHHHH!" He whined as he clutched his knee and got a look at who caused his fall. The fro was immediately recognizable as the top part of the third member of the international tag team sent to take him out.
"Et tu.....Lambi?" Ryan asked in vain.
"It's for the greater good," he replied, pointing a revolver at him. Adam and Raven came out from behind him, guns drawn as well.
"Eny last words, Ryan?" Raven wondered.
"Just a couple," Ryan said, spitting on the ground. He pointed up at Adam. "You were next."
They say the hunting grounds of Northern Nova Scotia are very fertile, lots of good game to be had out there. Many a hunter travel up there hoping to bag themselves a deer or even a bear. To the few people who made the area their permanent home, the gunshots sounding in the distance sounded like a lucky group who had got themselves quite a prize. Only it wasn't one of the feared wild creatures these three gentlemen had bagged. No what these three random strangers got, was the hunter himself.
