Serial Killer Round 22: Back to Canadia (The Game is Over! The Killer is Dead!)
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Ehh, I'm not that good at it. And it's not like it's the first time I've ever posted a 2nd person scene in this thread, which again wasn't all that good.
It may be, but I'm never happy with my own writing. I was positively shocked when my last two practice AP essays were given a 6 and 7 (out of 9, where about 4 is considered average). I actually asked my teacher how that was even possible and how I got such a high grade on them because in my eyes, they were absolutely awful and for the second essay, stupidly contrived.
Wait was that hope executed? Because I haven't even been at a computer long enough to vote; so...if he's executed I don't anyways?
Just a way to justify my not being here for months on end.
And how did you get execution out of me being thrown in the shower?
And how did you get execution out of me being thrown in the shower?
*finishes plans for Panic Room*
Wait a minute...I forgot to carry the two.
DAMN IT ALL.
*scratches out plans*
Wait a minute...I forgot to carry the two.
DAMN IT ALL.
*scratches out plans*
[HEADING=3]SONOFABEACH.[/HEADING]
Seriously, guys, can I not catch a break? I get one vote - one - before I'm bumped off. I wasn't playing last game, although I was GMing, but that's not important. I wasn't even online when Chrome died. You people just don't believe me when I say that, do you? [HEADING=1]DO YOU?[/HEADING]
*ahem*
Seriously, guys, can I not catch a break? I get one vote - one - before I'm bumped off. I wasn't playing last game, although I was GMing, but that's not important. I wasn't even online when Chrome died. You people just don't believe me when I say that, do you? [HEADING=1]DO YOU?[/HEADING]
*ahem*
Three days after the murder of ChromewarriorXIII.
"Tap six to cast and equip Strata Scythe, exiling a Plains, and... that's a total of plus nine, plus nine, making my Golem an 18-18. Declaring attackers - oh, you're tapped out. And that's game number three," Raven stated with a knowing smirk, quickly collecting up his cards and shuffling them back into his Magic: The Gathering deck.
His opponent said nothing, but gave him a grimace and the obligatory handshake of sportsmanship as he collected up his own cards. Soon enough Raven had packed up his possessions and left the card shop for the evening. The bus stop wasn't that far away, although it was deserted. Raven quickly took a seat to wait, hoping the bus would turn up sooner rather than later. Another attack could happen at any time, and when it did, he wanted to be at home where he had the majority of his defenses.
Then he heard it. The familiar voice distorted by a filter. The one that came for him every time the mysterious rumours of local deaths started up once more. "Raven Sanderson? Follow me."
"I don't think so," Raven shot back, getting up to face the speaker. As expected, the face was covered by a black mask. The usual. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm trying to get home - "
"Mr. Sanderson, non-compliance is not an option. We have to talk." The voice pulled something from his pocket. No, that wasn't a pocket... a holster. Raven bolted, knocking the guy aside and running. It didn't matter where, he just had to get away from the guy. Yelling for help or that he had a gun wasn't going to help his situation: everyone would flee or cower, making him an easier target.
That didn't stop the guy from casually taking aim at Raven's back and firing. The shot hit him, but no blood sprayed, nor did he die. Tranquiliser gun. Raven fell in a heap on the ground, a car horn angrily honking as the driver stopped short of running him over.
[hr]
Hours later, Raven awoke, lying on a table. It was like an operating table, he thought, sitting up. Thankfully he wasn't in the condition of most people who underwent surgery, although the headache coursing through his brain was ridiculously painful.
"And now, Raven, we will talk," the voice echoed in his ears. Raven snapped up, eyes sharp as he took in the scene.
"Where are you? What is this place? Who are you?" Raven asked loudly, not sure of the answers to those questions.
"Our location is irrelevant. As for who I am... you know me." The speaker's voice became an all-too-familiar one as a figure opened a door and closed it behind them. "Hello, Raven. At last we meet face to face."
Raven was stunned, completely in shock. "What the... Michi. You kidnapped me, brought me here... I - I don't - "
"Oh, you know perfectly well why you're here," Lizmichi answered. "It's about the recent murder."
"No... no, I don't believe this. I had nothing to do with it, my alibi checks out! Ask Neo! He knows it's true!" Raven quickly stammered. "Please, you gotta - "
"I don't have to do anything for you," Michi snapped. "You're in no position to bargain, nor do you have a valid reason of absence. Why'd you do it?"
"I didn't do anything! I've committed no crime! Is winning Magic tournaments a felony now?"
"Ha bloody ha," Michi mocked, drawing her weapon and taking a few steps closer. "You killed Chrome and you know it. Who was next? Phil? He has a bigger house in Minecraft, and you know you don't like that. SteakHeart? You hate his puns. Me? Just for the fun of it?"
"I don't believe you. After everything I did for you... I'm done talking," Raven declared, getting up from the table.
He didn't make two steps before Michi pulled the trigger. The bullet smashed through a rib, clean through his heart and buried itself in the wall. The second shot caused his head to explode like an over-ripe tomato on the Daily Drop, placed right between the eyes even as he fell.
"It's done. This is over," Michi stated, presumably to hidden microphones scattered about the room.
[HEADING=3]Little did she know that it was only just beginning.[/HEADING]
"Tap six to cast and equip Strata Scythe, exiling a Plains, and... that's a total of plus nine, plus nine, making my Golem an 18-18. Declaring attackers - oh, you're tapped out. And that's game number three," Raven stated with a knowing smirk, quickly collecting up his cards and shuffling them back into his Magic: The Gathering deck.
His opponent said nothing, but gave him a grimace and the obligatory handshake of sportsmanship as he collected up his own cards. Soon enough Raven had packed up his possessions and left the card shop for the evening. The bus stop wasn't that far away, although it was deserted. Raven quickly took a seat to wait, hoping the bus would turn up sooner rather than later. Another attack could happen at any time, and when it did, he wanted to be at home where he had the majority of his defenses.
Then he heard it. The familiar voice distorted by a filter. The one that came for him every time the mysterious rumours of local deaths started up once more. "Raven Sanderson? Follow me."
"I don't think so," Raven shot back, getting up to face the speaker. As expected, the face was covered by a black mask. The usual. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm trying to get home - "
"Mr. Sanderson, non-compliance is not an option. We have to talk." The voice pulled something from his pocket. No, that wasn't a pocket... a holster. Raven bolted, knocking the guy aside and running. It didn't matter where, he just had to get away from the guy. Yelling for help or that he had a gun wasn't going to help his situation: everyone would flee or cower, making him an easier target.
That didn't stop the guy from casually taking aim at Raven's back and firing. The shot hit him, but no blood sprayed, nor did he die. Tranquiliser gun. Raven fell in a heap on the ground, a car horn angrily honking as the driver stopped short of running him over.
[hr]
Hours later, Raven awoke, lying on a table. It was like an operating table, he thought, sitting up. Thankfully he wasn't in the condition of most people who underwent surgery, although the headache coursing through his brain was ridiculously painful.
"And now, Raven, we will talk," the voice echoed in his ears. Raven snapped up, eyes sharp as he took in the scene.
"Where are you? What is this place? Who are you?" Raven asked loudly, not sure of the answers to those questions.
"Our location is irrelevant. As for who I am... you know me." The speaker's voice became an all-too-familiar one as a figure opened a door and closed it behind them. "Hello, Raven. At last we meet face to face."
Raven was stunned, completely in shock. "What the... Michi. You kidnapped me, brought me here... I - I don't - "
"Oh, you know perfectly well why you're here," Lizmichi answered. "It's about the recent murder."
"No... no, I don't believe this. I had nothing to do with it, my alibi checks out! Ask Neo! He knows it's true!" Raven quickly stammered. "Please, you gotta - "
"I don't have to do anything for you," Michi snapped. "You're in no position to bargain, nor do you have a valid reason of absence. Why'd you do it?"
"I didn't do anything! I've committed no crime! Is winning Magic tournaments a felony now?"
"Ha bloody ha," Michi mocked, drawing her weapon and taking a few steps closer. "You killed Chrome and you know it. Who was next? Phil? He has a bigger house in Minecraft, and you know you don't like that. SteakHeart? You hate his puns. Me? Just for the fun of it?"
"I don't believe you. After everything I did for you... I'm done talking," Raven declared, getting up from the table.
He didn't make two steps before Michi pulled the trigger. The bullet smashed through a rib, clean through his heart and buried itself in the wall. The second shot caused his head to explode like an over-ripe tomato on the Daily Drop, placed right between the eyes even as he fell.
"It's done. This is over," Michi stated, presumably to hidden microphones scattered about the room.
[HEADING=3]Little did she know that it was only just beginning.[/HEADING]
@CA:Nicely writen. Is your name Raven? Also, Nice death, it was creative. Maybe a little Saw inspired? With teh voice and all?
@Icarion:
1) Check my profile.
2) Never seen a Saw movie. I despise horror in any form. Voice distortion makes a regular appearance in my executions.
1) Check my profile.
2) Never seen a Saw movie. I despise horror in any form. Voice distortion makes a regular appearance in my executions.
