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| Narutard | Date: Su, 16.June.13, 9:47 PM | Message # 401 |
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I was quiet, watching out the window. Despite the situation...my heart beat slow, and I felt no stress. I think it's just shock though.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Mo, 17.June.13, 1:05 AM | Message # 402 |
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I piped up. "Well...I have a place that's kind of...remote..." I said looking at them. "Maybe we can all hang out at my place...My mom won't be home for a few weeks, and its probably the only safe place I can think of"
I love Spooky Crap :D
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| Toxic | Date: Mo, 17.June.13, 4:41 AM | Message # 403 |
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"I can't." I mumbled. "I..." I stopped just to turn around and check the back window. Nothing but a dark, empty street. "Turn on the radio." I said as I turned back around. The radio would most likely only be playing emergency messages, or informing us of a curfew. "Stay inside. Keep your windows and doors locked." would most likely be the message.
I am only one, but I am one.
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| Toxic | Date: Mo, 17.June.13, 8:45 AM | Message # 404 |
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We were still on I-9 when I said "Let me out." I said confidently. "What??" "Why?!" "Let me out." I repeated. Jake slowed to a stop, and I opened the door. The noise from the rain instantly filled the car until I closed the door behind me. I waited until Jake started driving again to move. I waved just as they began driving off.
I looked around, and began walking to my father's house. He and my mother were separated. Money or anything wasn't the issue. My dad was just a drunken hill billy and my mother had had enough. My mom and my brothers and I live in the middle of town, though I sometimes visit my dad, being the only one in my family who actually does.
I am only one, but I am one.
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| Toxic | Date: Mo, 17.June.13, 8:55 AM | Message # 405 |
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It was about 11:20 when I made it to my father's house. He lived three miles outside of town in the woods.
He looked at me and swore. It was his personal way of acknowledging my existence. He was watching "Family Fued". He tossed me a beer and I sat it down next to him. "Thanks," I said quietly, not bothering him with the details of my previous hours. "How was your day?" I asked. "Shut the hell up. Steve's talking." He said just before chuckling at the screen. I sighed, sat back in my chair a few feet away from his spot on his recliner and just propped my head up on my elbow. "Mind if I stay here tonight?" I asked. "Whatever," He said.
We sat and watched the marathon.
I am only one, but I am one.
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| Toxic | Date: Mo, 17.June.13, 9:13 AM | Message # 406 |
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A quarter before twelve, right in the middle of Dad’s favorite game show, the sound cut off. I winced, but before he could say anything the set started buzzing and the screen changed, turning the dark living room around us a deep blue.
“What’s wrong with the TV?” Dad said, leaning forward on his chair, glaring at the set like he could scare it into doing what he wanted. “What’d you do?”
“I didn’t do anything. It’s an emergency broadcast,” I said.
On the screen, the news anchor looked as calm as ever.
“This just in,” he said, with that winning smile I could never pull off no matter how long I practiced, “A prison transport bus has crashed near the state border. Though police were on the scene immediately, one inmate remains unaccounted for.”
A picture of the man appeared. He was just a normal guy: dark hair, square jaw. Maybe a little uglier than most. I thought he looked a little like my Dad.
“The inmate is to be considered extremely dangerous. Citizens are advised to remain in their homes, lock their doors and call the police immediately if they see anything suspicious. Authorities believe the fugitive was injured in the accident and will likely not have gotten far.”
While he talked, a list of towns started scrolling under him. Sure enough, the little nothing town of Edgewood three miles from our house went crawling across the screen.
“Shit,” Dad said, slowly crushing his beer can. “Shit shit shit.”
“Don’t worry,” I said, “we’re way out here in the woods. What’re the chances-”
His hand shot out like a snake. The empty can bounced off my head and clattered into the shadows. My Dad’s way of telling me to shut up.
“Little house in the middle of the woods, one back-ass road running by it, owned by an old man and his idiot son?” Dad spat. “We’re sitting ducks. Easy pickings.”
“He won’t know we’re out here.”
“Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, dumbass. Maybe after he’s done gutting your old man, he’ll keep you around for a pet.”
Hands on the armrests, grunting and heaving, Dad tried to stand. I ran over to help him. He smacked at me and cussed, but I got him on his feet.
“No way in Hell I’m gonna just sit here and let some shithead take my house. Go get my gun.”
“Dad, you sure you-”
“Don’t backtalk me, get your thumb out of your ass and get my gun!”
I ducked a smack and went to Dad’s office.
Anyway, he called it his office. It was more of a trophy room: deer heads, fish and birds mounted on the walls, staring down at me with their black little eyes. In the corner by his desk was the big stuffed grizzly bear, up on its back legs, snarling at the doorway. I’d never asked him where he got it. I was always a little afraid to. When I was a kid, he’d call me into his office when I’d done something wrong. He’d be sitting at his desk, that bear looming behind him, both of them glaring right at me. Most of the time he didn’t even have to whip me, I’d be so scared of facing him and that monster.
His old hunting rifle was in a glass case on the wall, the place of honor. He used to clean it every day, for hours, running his hands over every piece of it. Before she left, mom used to say he touched that gun in ways he never touched her. Lately he’d been letting me clean it. Not that he wanted me to have it or anything, only because he had to. I had to do it when he was asleep, though, or he’d just sit there, staring at me, that hungry look in his eyes.
When I came back to the living room, gun in hand, he was already back in his chair, huffing and wheezing. Just standing up had done him in.
“You can’t go out there,” I said. “It’s too dangerous.”
He snorted. “Dangerous! Shooting goddamn tigers is dangerous. Shooting one man, running around in the woods at night?” He spat.
The way he was carrying on, I was afraid he’d have another stroke any second. But I didn’t know how to tell him that without making him mad.
“Let’s just stay here, Dad,” I said. “The police’ll take care of it. I bet that guy won’t come anywhere near us.”
He shook his head. “No. You go. Take the gun.”
A cold shiver went up my spine. “Me?”
“Yes you, moron. You know how to shoot. I taught you, didn’t I?”
He had, a long time ago. There’d been a couple months in high school, right after mom left, when he’d quit drinking and yelling. He’d taken me out to the woods and tried to teach me. I was a lousy shot, but the one time I’d managed to hit something, he’d put his hand on my shoulder and smiled.
Those days didn’t last long. Mom never came back, but Dad sure did.
“Yeah, Dad. But I never shot a man before.”
“No different than shooting a deer. Easier, really, don’t move as fast.”
I felt the weight of the gun in my hand. With every word out of his mouth, it felt a little heavier.
I am only one, but I am one.
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| Creation100 | Date: Mo, 17.June.13, 9:53 AM | Message # 407 |
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Davis~
"We should go to a hotel." I suggest to the gang, "With all the hotel rooms and the employees, I'm sure we'll be more than fine." I add.
She had a smile that could light up a room.
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| Toxic | Date: Mo, 17.June.13, 9:58 AM | Message # 408 |
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| ( Typed it out in M. Word and I copied it to here and it was all....x: The format I had it in was rearranged. I just didn't bother to fix it so I just ended up just chopping it into paragraphs.)
I am only one, but I am one.
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| Toxic | Date: Mo, 17.June.13, 11:22 AM | Message # 409 |
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(I can work with it I think. Honestly, I had a whole different direction for this thread, but as of now I'm liking where it's going. I like how I'm just going with the flow. @EVERYONE: If you want to add a twist at some point...please do.)
I am only one, but I am one.
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 17.June.13, 11:28 AM | Message # 410 |
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I was quiet, secluded to the open area trunk as it was. I just wanted to go home, get out of this stupid car. God, I hate cars. I don't know when the tears broke out, don't even know why I was crying; I felt no need to. I pinned the blame on shock. I had bound the wound with Davis' shirt even though I didn't want to and say, knees to my chest and chin on my knees. My hair had fallen out of the hair band and was now covering my face, thankfully shading it from the others. I watched the windows, never stopped watching the windows. I knew. I knew he was after us. He had been at the community center, killed a few people and the followed us to the pizzeria. The pizzeria was too far away for it to be a coincidence. No, he was after us.
Hotel? No, I didn't want to go to a hotel. I wanted to go home to my fathers, my sisters...I wanted my brother. I twisted his ring around and around my finger, watching. Always watching. He was out there, whoever he was, whatever he was...
The others were talking about plans and musing over Wyatt in the front but I hardly paid any attention. We were in a car, yes moving, but also out in the open. Nobody else was on the road and there were warnings for Edgewood and the three surrounding counties. I looked back to the windows, watching..watching...
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 17.June.13, 11:28 AM | Message # 411 |
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| Toxic | Date: Mo, 17.June.13, 1:35 PM | Message # 412 |
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| (So I wrote out a somewhat longer-than-usual post on my laptop an until my laptop decides to connect to the Internet, I can't post on THIS thread.)
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 17.June.13, 1:44 PM | Message # 413 |
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| Toxic | Date: Mo, 17.June.13, 3:30 PM | Message # 414 |
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| (._. When I went to paste....nothing. I'm going to have to re-write this so it won't be the masterpiece it was.)
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| Toxic | Date: Mo, 17.June.13, 4:06 PM | Message # 415 |
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I stood at the front door, standing behind my dad who was sitting in his old, faded suede recliner. "Dad..." I started quietly, not opening the door. "Don't tell me you're going to puss out on me?" He groaned, already disappointed. I swallowed my saliva, and threw on his jacket that was laying on the ground behind the door. It was a dark green jacket. It looked as if it was straight from a military surplus store. I opened the door a few inches. I closed it and looked to the right of me, where my father was sitting in his chair forcibly staring at bodies with blurred out faces on the television.
"Dad can't I just stay in here? We stay in this room and he can't get us. We have lights. We'll be together. We have a gun! If I go out there, I won't see him coming if he tries to attack me. You just had a stroke three years ago, you can't fight him off alone if I go outside. Our best chances are to stay toget--Enough!"
"Stop being the little bitch your mother raised you to be, grow a pair, and get out there!" He shouted, suddenly standing and looking at me.
I frowned with disgust. "No." I said firmly, staring at him with hate. "I'm not going to die, for a piece of shit like you!" I retorted, glaring right at him.
"What did you say you son of a bitch?" He asked, cocking his head at me and squinting.
"I said.....Fuck you." I glared. He looked at me, as if he had developed a thread of respect for me in the past six seconds. He then laughed. "Why don't you do what your poor ol' man said, and GET YOUR ASS OUT THERE." He said, now shouting. He turned around to sit back down. "Who knows? Hopefully this convict will overpower your girly ass and tear you open for me?" He chuckled.
My eyes widened. I raised the gun at the back of his head. "Get up." I demanded. "What the hell are you still doi--" He stopped as soon as he turned around and saw the muzzle aimed at his forehead. "You wouldn't..." He growled.
I slowly sat the gun down against the back of his recliner, looking down. "No..." I agreed.
"...HA-HA." He teased. He played it off so easily. He was so calm. His own son just aimed a gun at him and he didn't even care now. "I'll make you care." I said quietly, looking up at him. I walked around to the other side of the recliner. He looked up at me. I grabbed the collar of his shirt, and yanked him out of his chair, tossing him onto the ground. "No wonder mom left you. You're a piece of shit and a waste to society." I growled, walking towards him. As he turned over, I stomped on his chest. He gasped, and I kicked him in the side, showing no mercy. He was still gasping for air as I got down and sat on top of him, now pinning him to the ground. "I hate you! I hate you I hate you I hate you!!!" I cried as I now began pounding his face with fists like hammers. "Die!!!" I yelled. My face was red and I was now crying.
After I felt like enough blood was shed, I stood over the groaning man. His eyes were closed, but he was stil grunting and groaning, showing that his heart was unfortunately still beating.
I walked past the gun, and opened the door. I walked down the steps and looked around, ready to leave.
I turned and looked behind me, having an idea. Back into the house.
I walked back up onto the porch, and in the open door. My father was now sitting up, using his shirt to wipe blood from his face. I picked up the rifle, and aimed it at his only good leg; his left leg. I pulled the trigger without thought. I watched as the bullet tore into his patella. He shrieked in pain and I smirked a devilish smirk before I walked outside once more. This time I had the weapon on me. I made my way down the steps, and looked out into the darkness of the woods surrounding the three fourths of my father's domain. I looked at the top of the trees. Moon light barely poked through the many tree branches. I took a deep breath of the night's cool breeze. I aimed the gun in the direction of the moon, and fired once more. I reloaded the gun and gently laid it down on the bottom step, pretending as if I was placing an infant in their crib.
"Come Get Him!" I screamed through a cracked voice.
I began the three mile walk back to Edgewood. In the back of my mind, I was secretly hoping the mysterious man would find me. I kept my head down, hoping to be taken by surprise.
I am only one, but I am one.
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| Anchorage | Date: Mo, 17.June.13, 4:24 PM | Message # 416 |
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I sigh, an uncomfortable moving car dead silent besides the sound of Elle crying. Filled with the aroma of fear and grease due to pizza and 2 loose murderers. I look around, one of these needing to be stopped. And they were into that pizza. I lean up on the seat, watching Elle's teared eyes locked on a window. "So, what's the problem?" I ask, knowing we aren't good friends, but crying people isn't something i'm a fan of.
let's camp in the forest with harmonicas and nature's harmonies
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 17.June.13, 4:30 PM | Message # 417 |
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"Nothing's the problem. I'm just watching," I said quietly, not looking away. I couldn't bear to look away. "I don't know why I'm crying," I mumbled. "I don't feel the need to cry. Stupid body, not listening to me..."
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| Toxic | Date: Mo, 17.June.13, 4:46 PM | Message # 418 |
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I was still on my walk. (?)
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 17.June.13, 4:49 PM | Message # 419 |
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| Anchorage | Date: Mo, 17.June.13, 4:58 PM | Message # 420 |
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I sigh again, getting into the trunk. "You wanna go home?"
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| Toxic | Date: Mo, 17.June.13, 5:06 PM | Message # 421 |
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Wyatt
I was walking, thinking about everything as silent tears covered my cheeks. I thought about the killer and how he was probably stalking me right as I thought of him. I didn't bother acknowledging my paranoia by turning to check behind me. If I die, I die. Done. Good. I continued to think about how I had seen this escaped man across the street. But why was he wearing a costume? How did he acquire the costume? If he set up this party many hours before now, why had the television just recently said that this news was "Breaking"? Then I slowly pieced everything together and I realized that the escaped man was not our killer; the one who had slaughtered two innocent children. In my eyes, they were still children. Way to young to be robbed of their lives. Now we had two maniacs to worry about. One more than the other, of course.
I am only one, but I am one.
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 17.June.13, 5:46 PM | Message # 422 |
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Elle
I nodded. "I don't like cars."
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| Anchorage | Date: Mo, 17.June.13, 6:33 PM | Message # 423 |
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"We can drop you off if you need us to."
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 17.June.13, 6:42 PM | Message # 424 |
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I shook my head. "We're going in the opposite direction of my house," I said. "And I'm not a bitch to leave her friends out in the open with a murderer on the loose."
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| Toxic | Date: Mo, 17.June.13, 6:44 PM | Message # 425 |
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I was now thinking about the subject: Should I conserve my energy or sprint back to town? If I sprint, there's no guarantee that I won't end up running into the killer. If I walk, then it'll take me longer to get there, giving the killer more time to attack me all the way out here, where no one would hear me. But if he was stalking me at the moment, and did attack me, then I would have enough energy stored away to run away.
I am only one, but I am one.
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