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draggonlaadyeven though he's already seen it.
Dredged up from my subconscious, and slightly modified so it might make sense to less crazy people...
I found a body in a field, as dark fell. It was a child, flayed, and with both legs broken. I had heard of a killer in the area, and was out looking for him. I tracked him from the body to a field outside of town, and saw him with the horribly mangled body of a girl I knew. As I approached, he disappeared into the trees at the edge of the field.
I went back to town and talked to a friend, Cindy, who told me how to find the killer's wife and daughter. We went to their house, and played with his daughter, Marta, while we waited for him to come home. When he returned, we tried to arrest him, but he grabbed his daughter and bolted; his wife aiding him.
We were in a house, just the killer and myself. I don't know what happened to the wife, but I knew that Marta was dead. It was dim in the house, dust and cobwebs everywhere. He tackled me from an upper floor or balcony. I struggled, but he picked me up and carried me outside.
Outside, there was an open expanse of snow. He started to drag me across it, and I screamed. A man came out from a neighboring house, and struck the killer. He dropped me, and the two men fought briefly, but the neighbor soon disappeared. The killer turned back to attack me again, but a wolf ran out from the trees and up the hill towards us. It was very pale, almost the color of the snow.
We both stopped, and watched the wolf, and the killer spoke to me. "There's the real danger. The killer in the wilderness."
"Perhaps, but they don't kill their own pups."
We fought again, and I was scared and desperate now. He produced a can of WD-40 and tried to spray it in my eyes. My hair and shoulders were coated with WD-40, but he missed my face. I charged in at him, head-down, and knocked the spray tube aside, shoved him against the wall of the house. I took the can away from him, and sprayed it in his face, blinding him. He shoved forward off the wall again, trying to attack, and I saw his eyes clearly. They were brown, but almost transparent, with something cloudy white behind the irises instead of a clear black pupil. There was a slimy film over his eyes, from the WD-40, but he was still attacking.
and then it was 4am and i was awake and confused and scared. so as heibster pointed out, the killer's still loose in my head somewhere.
Dredged up from my subconscious, and slightly modified so it might make sense to less crazy people...
I found a body in a field, as dark fell. It was a child, flayed, and with both legs broken. I had heard of a killer in the area, and was out looking for him. I tracked him from the body to a field outside of town, and saw him with the horribly mangled body of a girl I knew. As I approached, he disappeared into the trees at the edge of the field.
I went back to town and talked to a friend, Cindy, who told me how to find the killer's wife and daughter. We went to their house, and played with his daughter, Marta, while we waited for him to come home. When he returned, we tried to arrest him, but he grabbed his daughter and bolted; his wife aiding him.
We were in a house, just the killer and myself. I don't know what happened to the wife, but I knew that Marta was dead. It was dim in the house, dust and cobwebs everywhere. He tackled me from an upper floor or balcony. I struggled, but he picked me up and carried me outside.
Outside, there was an open expanse of snow. He started to drag me across it, and I screamed. A man came out from a neighboring house, and struck the killer. He dropped me, and the two men fought briefly, but the neighbor soon disappeared. The killer turned back to attack me again, but a wolf ran out from the trees and up the hill towards us. It was very pale, almost the color of the snow.
We both stopped, and watched the wolf, and the killer spoke to me. "There's the real danger. The killer in the wilderness."
"Perhaps, but they don't kill their own pups."
We fought again, and I was scared and desperate now. He produced a can of WD-40 and tried to spray it in my eyes. My hair and shoulders were coated with WD-40, but he missed my face. I charged in at him, head-down, and knocked the spray tube aside, shoved him against the wall of the house. I took the can away from him, and sprayed it in his face, blinding him. He shoved forward off the wall again, trying to attack, and I saw his eyes clearly. They were brown, but almost transparent, with something cloudy white behind the irises instead of a clear black pupil. There was a slimy film over his eyes, from the WD-40, but he was still attacking.
and then it was 4am and i was awake and confused and scared. so as heibster pointed out, the killer's still loose in my head somewhere.
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Very nice
Date: 2005-04-11 03:40 pm (UTC)---back to my shadows for a while now---
Re: Very nice
Date: 2005-04-11 11:00 pm (UTC)