Serial Killer Round 33! Under New, but not at all different, management! All wrapped up

[SteakHeart]

Spoiler: A quick, stylish death.

As music blared in the background, I spat out blood.

I knew the bastard was somewhere around here. He - or was it a she? I wondered briefly if the killer was possibly a babe- had surprised me while I was listening to music, Evans Blue to be precise, and tried to beat me with a pipe but only got my nose. Ironic, listening to a Canadian rock band while I knew there was a good chance my killer-to-be was from the land of maple syrup and venison, but that thought left my head as I heard the sound of a revolver being thumbed back. I ducked into the next room and grabbed my M1911 I keep under my bed for just such an occasion. I pulled back the slide, chambering a .45 round. I pointed the pistol straight ahead as I walked towards the front door, trying to get out.

Surprise! The murderous motherfuck ran at me like a cheetah. Again, most likely high on maple syrup. I raised the weapon and pulled the trigger, but the guy was quicker and pushed the gun out of the way. They tried the same thing, but I responded by hitting his gun out of the way. This cycle continued for a while in a Gun Kata battle that would give Equilibrium a run for it's money, but hey, dead men tell no tales.

So by this time, I've got the masked man - woman? - on the run. I've got one bullet in the chamber, and I manage to tackle the person to the ground. I hold the gun up to their head.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?" I demanded of them.

"I'm nobody," the killer replied. "Oh, and you're wrong."

"What?"

"Your gun's empty."

I made the mistake of looking to check. Just what they wanted. The killer's .44 thundered, and I was thrown back through the window onto the deck of my house. The killer stood over me, loading in a new round.

"I lied, by the way. You still had one bullet."

I fucking knew it.

 

[SkyeNeko]

@Steak: 1. murderous motherfuck is now my to use phrase of the day
2. i loved equilibrium

 

[SteakHeart]

@Skye: I try.

 

[Link_to_Future]

Just popping in for my obligatory "It's been a week since anyone died" statement.

*goes back to being bored*

 

[CounterAttack]

@Link: Yeah, sorry about not posting my own murder... I'm just clean out of ideas, having directed the majority of my writing focus into NaNoWriMo.

 

[Pm0n3y]

I think the killer could get pretty far this time. Maybe win.

*resumes eating pancakes*

I wouldn't get my hopes up.

Spoiler: Cycle #33 is Complete

There's been a series of deaths lately. Deaths that i've been...partially responsible for. All of the deaths belonged to a unique group of teenagers. The only things these kids had in common was the relationship they shared through me. By time I had realized that I was murdering my own friends in cold blood, a group of vigilant individuals had caught up to me somewhere in Canada. What they found was a cowering little boy, on the verge of insanity and cowering in a corner like a frightened wild animal.

It wasn't always like this though...
A few weeks prior to the deaths, I was a normal college freshman, struggling to complete my homework in an timely fashion, yet managing to live life to the fullest. I found sleep to be one of my greatest coping mechanisms, and tended to retreat to slumber often. However, one night changed all that. I was in a dream that felt all too real. I was floating through a dark void, with silence all around me. Suddenly, I found myself at the attention of a great mass of light, the expansive body speaking out to me in several layered voices.

"The mythical algorithm has chosen you. You've been appointed a special task. Members of a cult-like group of vigilantes have sprung up all across the world. We've listed them as "The Mob". A major vein of these people are located in America. It is your job to cleanse the world of these inhabitants, picking them off one by one. If we're lucky, the Mob may just collapse from the inside, leading their own brethren to execution." The light explained. I didn't know how to respond to the opportunity. One half of me was just concluding that this was just all a dream, while the other was just wondering if it was even possible for me to just stop was I was doing to go on a murderous cross-country rampage. The apparition saw the look of doubtfulness on my face and resumed talking.

"Refusal to comply to our terms will result in taking matters into our own hands, using your body as our personal vessel." It concluded. Before I could give a proper response, I awoke from the vision, drenched in cold sweat. Nothing changed on the outside. Back in reality, I deemed the vision as only a dream, and continued living my daily life. In retrospect, my ignorance could only be seen as my downfall. One week exactly after the experience, I caught a glimpse of a newspaper. Words could not contain my shock as I saw the front page. It said that a intern was brutally murdered at a geology lab. They even had an artist's rendition of the murderer.

The Murderer...was me.
Before anyone at the newsstand could get a good look at my face, I raced home, thoughts of fear and confusion plagued my mind. Instantly, my mind went back to the dream. The vision said that it would use my body against my will if I didn't comply to their terms. It must've taken my abrupt awakening as an act of non-compliance. Later that night, and riddled with fear, I managed to fall asleep, hoping that I could, once again, come in contact with the light, possibly to explain my clause or find a way around the meaningless bloodshed. To my disbelief unfortunately, I had no such dream that night, or the night after that. I was stuck as a murderous pawn, participating in a game I wish no one had to play.

As time went on, more people began to die.
The end of every day filled me more and more with guilt and fear. The guilt of knowing that people were dying one by one by my hand. The fear of realizing that one day I would inevitably be caught and punished for my actions. But there was nothing I could do about it, other than idly sit by, and watch my life spiral into its demise. My mind raced with thoughts of alternatives. Turning myself in to authorities. Suicide. Neither worked. The jury always found me not guilty. If I tried to shoot myself, I would always wake up in the hospital the following day with a scar on my temple, and another person dead in the news. Eventually I managed to accumulate enough money to flee the country, hoping to find some sort of refuge in the snowy mountains up north. However, death hung to me like a cloak, and more people fell by my hand. By this time, the deaths became sloppier, and easier to track. Unknown to me there were people hot on my trail, eager to see my demise. My last death involved a burning building. The clues at the scene of the crime led the group right to me. They found my cabin somewhere deep in dense woods. There I was, a shadow of my former self. My eyes were bloodshot, the lids peeled back in hopes to keep them from closing. My skin had grew pale, my face housed long wrinkles that showed signs of severe fatigue and stress. I sat slumped in a wooden chair, steadily watching the clock. Out of the numerous members in the group, two of the males helped me to my feet and led me outside. Snow began to gently fall from the the sky as the two men turned me towards my house. As I looked on, the remainder of the Mob stood ahead of me, waiting to watch what was going to unfold. A female amongst the group stepped forward, brandishing a silver .45. As she pressed it against my forehead, she spoke out to me.

"You needn't worry no more. You will be treated with an elevated exsistance, one that will lead us into the next cycle. Your time as a murderer has been exhausted." She explained in a clear, bold tone. I replied with a weak smile, and nothing more. she pulled the trigger, and I buckled immediately, blood trickling my face. As the two males carefully laid me down, the female turned to face her allies.

"With this execution, I declare the Thirty-Third cycle to be complete.In the following days, our friends will be brought back to us, and this boy will lead us into the next cycle." She annouced, the remainder of the mob replying with a hearty cheer.

So yeah. That happened.

 

[sky14kemea]

Does this mean it's over...? :0

 

[Pm0n3y]

@Sky: Yup. New thread'll be up later.

 

[Link_to_Future]

@Pm0n3y: Poetry my dear man.

Well played and all that.

 

[Jak23]

@Pm0n3y If I'm ever the killer I'll make sure to do it willingly... Oh, and I voted for you! >

 

[Pm0n3y]

The New Round has been posted. [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/540.323234 ]

 

[Pm0n3y]

The New Round has been posted. [www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/540.323234-Serial-Killer-Round-34-Raw-Uncensored-Uncut]

@Jak: Good Job! Honestly though, I should've been dead after the Spy ratted me out.