Serial Killer Round 41: A Game of Cat and Mices (Cycle 6: Entwined dead. Now vote... you monsters.)
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I sat on the couch, waiting for the next chance to make a move. It wouldn't be long now. They always seem to figure out what's going on before it's too late. Well, sometimes. The last time I had any sort of involvement with the game, I manipulated them. Helped direct them away from the killer. Of course when it's my time to become the cursed, no such luck.
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING! RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING! RIIII-
I interrupted the phone's mating call to hear what Shizzy had to say.
"Hey, they're after you now. Bye!" Click
I began to reflect on all of my kills. The first couple were boring, simple. Too plain to even be noticed. The later ones, however, were truly art. I smiled on how the progressively got better and better, as I mastered the craft. I hear a crowd forming outside of my small abode.
"WE KNOW IT'S YOU MARK! GIVE UP!"
"Sure," I replied. I opened the door casually, eyeing the crowd as I walked out. They sneered, glared, cursed at me. How could they possible appreciate what I did. All I had done was kill their friends. And now... now they kill me.
A rock collided with my eyebrow, splitting the fragile skin and pouring out my crimson blood. While I was stunned by the stone, the crowd charged in. I felt crooked hands grasp and cling onto my arms. Everybody pulled in different directions, tearing apart the ligaments in joints. I had no control over my arms or legs now. There was no way I could even bother to fight back, as if I even wanted to. There was an intense burning sensation within my right foot, followed by a wet shock. I glanced over to see exposed white bone, speckled with blood. Several other pops ravaged my body. My bloodified torso crashed into the dry dirt.
I panted for oxygen, but I knew I would bleed out soon. So did the crowd. Being the hospitable people they usually are, they poured searing tar upon my wounds. Cauterized, I screamed in pain as my body yearned for the lost limbs. I tried my best to remain calm, but my composure was quickly being eroded.
"So..." pant "you've got what you wanted..." I gasped for air.
One of them, I couldn't make out the face, looked me down upon me and said, "Not quite."
I was roughly tied by three ropes. One around my neck, one around my chest, and another my waist. The rough ropes were tight, and they tore into my skin. They took the ropes, and drug me across the across the barren plains. Once they reached the nearest bluff, three men grabbed a hold of each rope and hung me over the cliff edge. I must admit, I was not expecting the next part. The crowd poured cow, chicken, and fish guts all over me.
"Leave him to the birds."
It was not long before a variety of birds came. Eagles, hawks, and crows all pecked at my body. My eyes were gouged out by their beaks, and my screams were soon silenced by the knives for mouths. My blood, what little remained, poured from the holes in my body. The side of the cliff would be painted red for months to come.
How's that for justice?
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING! RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING! RIIII-
I interrupted the phone's mating call to hear what Shizzy had to say.
"Hey, they're after you now. Bye!" Click
I began to reflect on all of my kills. The first couple were boring, simple. Too plain to even be noticed. The later ones, however, were truly art. I smiled on how the progressively got better and better, as I mastered the craft. I hear a crowd forming outside of my small abode.
"WE KNOW IT'S YOU MARK! GIVE UP!"
"Sure," I replied. I opened the door casually, eyeing the crowd as I walked out. They sneered, glared, cursed at me. How could they possible appreciate what I did. All I had done was kill their friends. And now... now they kill me.
A rock collided with my eyebrow, splitting the fragile skin and pouring out my crimson blood. While I was stunned by the stone, the crowd charged in. I felt crooked hands grasp and cling onto my arms. Everybody pulled in different directions, tearing apart the ligaments in joints. I had no control over my arms or legs now. There was no way I could even bother to fight back, as if I even wanted to. There was an intense burning sensation within my right foot, followed by a wet shock. I glanced over to see exposed white bone, speckled with blood. Several other pops ravaged my body. My bloodified torso crashed into the dry dirt.
I panted for oxygen, but I knew I would bleed out soon. So did the crowd. Being the hospitable people they usually are, they poured searing tar upon my wounds. Cauterized, I screamed in pain as my body yearned for the lost limbs. I tried my best to remain calm, but my composure was quickly being eroded.
"So..." pant "you've got what you wanted..." I gasped for air.
One of them, I couldn't make out the face, looked me down upon me and said, "Not quite."
I was roughly tied by three ropes. One around my neck, one around my chest, and another my waist. The rough ropes were tight, and they tore into my skin. They took the ropes, and drug me across the across the barren plains. Once they reached the nearest bluff, three men grabbed a hold of each rope and hung me over the cliff edge. I must admit, I was not expecting the next part. The crowd poured cow, chicken, and fish guts all over me.
"Leave him to the birds."
It was not long before a variety of birds came. Eagles, hawks, and crows all pecked at my body. My eyes were gouged out by their beaks, and my screams were soon silenced by the knives for mouths. My blood, what little remained, poured from the holes in my body. The side of the cliff would be painted red for months to come.
How's that for justice?
@Jak: Proud? Proud?!?
Under my tenure, this is a disappointment. We need to pursue the records!
Push it to the max!! XP
Under my tenure, this is a disappointment. We need to pursue the records!
Push it to the max!! XP
Two or three weeks ago on Skype, when axle posted his list. You thought it was Mortis. I told you there was no way it could be Mortis and showed specific evidence as to why it couldn't be him.Malyc said:
Connect the dots. Who is Link's only friend?Link_to_Future said:
Awww...I'm not your friend? :/RaNDM G said:
But seriously, I'm glad when people are able to read between the lines. ^_^
@Link: That was a very odd time lapse...the post it was meant for was on the last page. About your discovery that the ringing was a mating call.
Goodness, how tired am I?
>.<
Goodness, how tired am I?
>.<