Serial Killer Round 42 - Murderville TV (GM TRANSITIONED)

[RaNDM G]

@Link @nick: "Well I'm standin' here mindin' my own bsns. This girl walk up to me, she ask me if I got change for a twenty. This girl walk up to me she don't even say hello or nothin', she just ask me if I got change for a twenty. I say, 'No girl, I ain't got no change for a twenty, y'all insane?' So I walk away."

"Next thing I know this girl walkin' down the street, mindin' her own bsns. Alluvasudden she gettin' stabbed by like twenty crackers! Girl can't walk cross the street no more, this town crazy as Hell. I don't know 'bout you, but I know 'nough to know when you see twenty crackers walkin' down the street with their forks and their torches, you say nothin'. You walk away. That's what I did, I walk away."

"So I look back, I see this one cracker go take somethin' from her pocket. And I look and I see it's a twenty dollar bill! That when I call the police. They roll up and all the crackers they just run off, you know what I'm sayin'? You get away with murder in this town, people won't do shit! I saw that cracker takin' that twenty dollar bill, now it a robbery. That when the cops come, you know what I'm sayin'? Can't let that shit fly 'round here, know what I'm sayin'?"

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

@MinimanZombie That sounds like a good idea. Torturing and killing may not have been my thing when I was alive, but being killed in such a brutal way makes revenge seem so much more appealing then just hanging around for eternity with nothing to do.

 

[Yokillernick]

@randmg Can you please describe the "cracker" that stole the money? He might be our killer.

 

[RaNDM G]

@nick: "Hell if I know. All you crackers look the same to me."

 

[Yokillernick]

@Randmg Thank you sir you've been most helpful. Goodnight.

*Unable to uncover any more from the witness George headed home for the night, maybe tomorrow will bring him a step closer to the killer. Hell maybe Sherlock and Watson already heard something from the Mortician. Now all George could do was wait for any news*

 

[Schizzy]

@Sky: I thought that as a Doctor and Sherlock's friend of many years, you'd know that he has an opium habit... which is strangely legal in this part of town.

*Slips some arsenic into Dr Watson's ever present cup of tea*

*Adds some to the pencil as well*

 

[Berenzen]

Bleh, finally got this damned D&D clone done. I just wrote close to 40,000 words in the past 3 weeks, fuck me.

 

[Link_to_Future]

Hmm...scheduling issues have come up. Looks like there's no need to sit on this over bloated piece any longer.

Spoiler: The Dark Ones Grin

Fate is a cruel mistress.

When I think back to everything that has happened in the last several months, it becomes apparent that this concept is the root of it all. The tapestry of fate has not dealt me a kind hand ever since that fateful evening so long ago. The actions that were perpetrated by my hand cursed my existence in ways that I would not have ever foreseen. I am nothing more than a broken ship left to be tossed viciously by cruel winds of a dark destiny over an ocean of terror and despair. Such is my new lot in life. I am getting used to it.

But what happens when there is a second ship? Do you just let them get dragged down to the depths with you or do you try to arm them to defend themselves against the coming storm?

These were the questions I found myself contemplating after I had hung up the phone. The man on the other end had been our administrator for this iteration of our damnable game. He had taken to his newfound power with a sense of glee that had taken me aback. Framing our cursed ceremony as a television show? For?entertainment? What sort of mortal would want to watch the slaughter of innocents? What human would possibly derive any sort of joy from it?

As it turns out, a lot of people would. He had relayed to me that the ratings were through the roof and that he was expecting them to continue to gain strength as we moved forward. This was not encouraging news to me. Those who lie in wait below our sight are the ones who take such grim delight in our warrantless slaughter?if that influence is beginning to trickle into forefront of the human subconscious, then there is no telling how long it would be until they began to take a more proactive approach to our misguided species.

And then he coolly dropped a detail that caused my heart to jump directly into my throat.

?We should be getting another viewer boost soon. Audiences seem to respond well when the killer comes for you.?

My hand absentmindedly made its way into my pocket and rustled for a moment through the loose change and receipts for the terrible fast food that made up my diet as of late. Before long my fingers wrapped around the smooth necklace that I had concealed there. I withdrew the jewelry from its hiding place and brought it to my level for examination. Its design was simple yet elegant; the locket itself shone a brilliant gold and was suspended by two chains woven together in a basic braid. Contained inside was a picture of the one who was cursed to share my fate this day.

So it is both of us who are cursed?then why would I choose to suffer alone?

I may never be sure if I was motivated more by selfishness or by misguided altruism. Did I just want another to join me in my suffering or did I legitimately think that opening his eyes to the curtain of darkness would actually help us stand a chance? At the end of the day, it doesn?t really matter why I ended up picking up the phone.

?Hello??

?Hey?are you busy??

?Well, yeah, I?ve been working like a mad man. Are you calling for a specific reason or.??

?We need to talk?and what I?m about to say will change your life forever.?

He required no further convincing than that. The idea of knowledges beyond our human comprehension is an appealing one until you learn the cost of such a knowledge. We agreed to meet up at a small diner in a quiet corner of Murderville. It was a public place that would offer some level of protection from the one who had our demise in mind while still being secluded enough to allow us to talk in peace. And with what I was about to impart, having some peace and quiet would be beneficial.

As I rose from the table, I gently put the locket around my neck and tucked it underneath my shirt. I quickly walked through my house and grabbed the few belongings I would need for the evening: One of the dusty tomes that I had spent so much time pouring through and the Smith & Wesson J-Frame revolver that had accompanied me on many of my more unpleasant excursions. I slid the book into my leather messenger bag, the gun into my waistband, and my keys into my pocket and walked out the door with a newfound sense of purpose.

As it turned out, this brief moment of confidence was just as fleeting as the dew that was beginning to form gently on the grass in front of my home. I climbed into my white SUV and put the key in the ignition. The engine clicked and whined but refused to turn over. I cursed under my breath and tried again. The strained sounds hit my ears once again but there was still no success. My vehicle was dead at the worst possible time.

Fate is a fickle harlot.

I realize now that I should have just called the whole thing off. This was a clear omen of how the rest of my evening was inevitably going to turn out. I was going to die and so was my partner. This much was already destined to be written on the blood that would soon flow so freely from our freshly created corpses. Just a few weeks ago I was willing to submit to this terrifying fate; I was willing to just lie down and play the role of the sacrificial lamb for the amusement of the dark ones.

But not anymore. If I was going to die tonight, it would be while making my first attempt to fight back. If I could not free us from the cycle from within the system, then what choice is left but to fight it from the outside? Tonight, I would stand and fight by showing the others the truth.

And who better to start with than the one who tried to give in to the darkness at the same time as I had?

I left my SUV parked in the driveway and began walking towards the diner. The good thing about living in a smaller town like this one is that it doesn?t take a whole lot of time to walk anywhere. By keeping a brisk pace I would be able to easily reach my destination in under 20 minutes. Although there are nights where I revel in long walks alone in the darkness I knew that present circumstances dictated that it would be better to get there sooner rather than later. I took in a deep breath of the warm evening air and strode off as quickly as my legs could take me into the night.

Even on its best nights, Murderville is a terrifying place. There is a heavy aura of dread that seems to hang over the entire town as though it realizes that it?s cursed. The citizens are all either locked away at home being tortured by a deep seeded paranoia (myself included) or they have taken a little too well to the ominous atmosphere and are almost as terrifying as any killer that could roam the streets. It didn?t take long before it all started getting to me again. Just looking at the elongated shadows cast from the lonely street lights dotted along the side of the road was enough to make my mind see the specters once again.

For a brief moment, I caught sight of a horrific grin attached to an even more horrific creature. The rows of daggered teeth were as blood red as its bemused eyes. It was covered head to toe in a thick shaggy black fur that seemed to dance like a wildfire disproportionately in the light breeze that swept over the street. Two of its arms were toying idly with the ram?s horns on the side of its head while the other two were supporting its weight as it leaned them against the light post sitting in front of me. Its wicked tail swished breezily from side to side, the cruel blade on the end carelessly scratching marks into the cool sidewalk. The monster looked like it was laughing?laughing at me.

And as quickly as I saw it, it was gone.

I really think that the worst part about being driven mad by those who hide just below our sight is figuring out which visions are just the madness and which ones are an actual manifestation of the beasts.

My heart was pounding like a jackhammer as I turned down a nearby alley in order to avoid passing the light where I had seen my overly pleased spectator. I doubted that he would have hurt me directly but bravery was never a trait that with which I had been overly blessed. As I stepped away from the street I realized that my body had begun to shake from the chill that had overtaken my soul. A choking lump had begun to form in my throat. I just had to keep walking?get away from this horror?get away from th?

click

click

click

Footsteps. Footsteps behind me. Someone else had followed me into the alley.

click

click

click

How could I have been so daft? How did I forget what was happening? I had just walked alone into a dark alley in the middle of Murderville with the killer targeting me specifically. I was just like every victim in any dime store slasher flick. I had made a horrific miscalculation and I was going to pay for it.

click

click

click

How was I going to get to the one waiting for me now? I had just doomed both of us to die in darkness. I would never be able impart my knowledge to him?I wouldn?t be able to make him an ally in the struggle against the forces of despair.

Unless?

click

BANG

click

BANG

click

BANG

Before the thought had even fully formed in my mind I had turned and fired on the unfortunate shadow that entered the alley after me. The first bullet had merely grazed his shoulder, causing him to emit a yelp of surprise and pain. The second shot was truer, slamming directly into his sternum. The third shot was the one that sealed the deal as it entered my follower?s neck. As he fell backwards with a gurgle, I was taken utterly aback.

Had I just?killed the killer?

None of this made any sense. The killer couldn?t fall in this manner. I was not part of the democratic mob this day, nor was I some arbiter of justice sacrificing my life for the greater good of all. Did I have some sort of special power now? Some sort of immunity from the rules? How could any of this be?

And then my locket shattered.

I stood there in a stunned silence for a moment as the horrified realization dawned over me. I had not killed the killer. No?not the killer?.no?

Fate is a conniving *****.

I collapsed on the ground like I had so many times in the past and sobbed uncontrollably. My satchel fell carelessly on the ground and spilled the weighty book onto the shoddy pavement. I didn?t care?I had somehow just sealed my fate more definitively than I think had ever been done before.

I sat and I waited. A gentle drizzle began to fall around me, cooling the air and washing the body of my recently deceased partner. I just sat and I waited. It wouldn?t be long now. The killer would be here soon to fulfill his part of the ritual. There was no escaping it?there was no escape.

I looked down the end of the alley and thought I caught a glimpse of that grin.

It wouldn?t be long now.

[hr]

As the sun peaked over the horizon and cast its first rays into the lonely alley, a gruesome scene presented itself to the garbage truck making its weekly rounds. Two bodies were laid out in an unceremonious manner. One appeared to have been shot multiple times while the other had his head caved in by some sort of blunt instrument. Two probable murder weapons were found at the scene: a blood splattered book casually discarded on the ground and a small revolver found by the side of the victim with the crushed cranium.

The killer has had another taste. The cycle continues. The dark ones grin.

Stay tuned. We aren't finished here yet.

 

[Berenzen]

Damn, Priest and Entwined are dead. Who's next, the arbiter?

Also, awesome post Link.

 

[kingofkumquats]

@Link wow that was really interesting. Great death. 4 stars. Bravo.

 

[CounterAttack]

@Link: Now THAT is how to die around these parts. Bravo, sir, bravo.

We need more of that kind of death these days. Far too often deaths are too short and in not enough detail. I see dying in SK as a test of my writing abilities: how can I do better than my previous work, even if the improvement is a small one?

 

[RaNDM G]

@Counter: Every round, you say the same thing over and over.

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

@Link *wipes tears away from eyes* that was beautiful.

 

[CounterAttack]

@RaNDM: I keep saying it because it's true and not much has changed.

 

[Schizzy]

@Link:
:O

That was amazing!

I wanna kill someone else and see another!

 

[sky14kemea]

@Schizzy: Yes, well. It's embarrassing to know he takes opium, so I use the word "tobacco".

...Oh dear, my tea seems to have congealed. I'll go make myself a fresh cup.

*drops pencil on the way*

 

[NeoAC]

@Link: God damn man, you just put pretty much everyone who died in the past 10 rounds to shame with that one. Especially me. I am much shamed.

 

[Malyc]

Sorry bout the delay, but here ya go!

Spoiler: Sometimes, life takes a turn you didn't expect.

Another day, another rotation in the cruel game that is Murderville.

This time was different. This time, I shared a connection with another. I was happy enough about this, as it meant that I wouldn't have to die alone. I never thought that he'd try to arrange a meeting with the killer on the loose...

My phone went off, the happy jingle out of place in the dreary atmosphere. I picked up.

"Hello?"
"Hey...are you busy?"
"Well, yeah, I've been working like a mad man. Are you calling for a specific reason or...."
"We need to talk...and what I'm about to say will change your life forever."

I didn't need any more convincing. My life had already been changed for the worse, so hopefully what he had to say would make it better.

I knew the diner he wanted to meet at well, a quaint place in a quiet corner of town. There really wasn't much to set the place apart from any other diner, other than the good quality food for a good price.

I arrived there early, as I was wont to do. Sometimes, this habit meant I had to wait for less timely people, but that shouldn't have been the case today... Something must have happened with his truck. A little worried, I kept a close eye out for him, anxious to hear what he had to say. I didn't have to wait much longer.

I saw him just as he darted into the alley, his quick but stealthy movements making him seem scared. I quickly followed, thinking I could maybe calm him down. My footsteps echoed loudly off the alley walls, something I couldn't avoid with the hard soles of my work boots. I could only hope that the noise wouldn't scare him more. Just as I was about to call out to him, he spun around.

It took me a moment to realize what was in the hand extended towards me, and by the time I did, it was far too late. The orange bloom of a muzzle flash greeted me, and a sharp, sudden pain in my shoulder told that I'd been hit. Another flash, another hard impact, this time directly in my chest. My knees went weak, the pain taking away the strength needed to stand.

The third shot slammed into my throat, slashing my windpipe and putting a small hole in my jugular. Unable to stand anymore, I toppled over backwards, blood bubbling from the wound as I tried vainly to breath. Change my life? I guess you could call it that...

I heard him drop to his knees, crying. Vainly, I tried to reach a hand out to him, desperate. I reached a hand out, trying to push away the darkness. I reached a hand out, wishing only to feel some small comfort before I passed into the void.

He didn't take it, perhaps too shocked to notice, perhaps too wrapped up in his own grief to see anything but the street in front of him.

Just before unconsciousness took me, I realized something. King or peasent, free man or slave, everyone dies alone.

 

[Yokillernick]

@sky Hello Watson? This is George from the other day. I couldn't help but overhear that you and Sherlock visited the Mortician yesterday and I was wondering if you found out anything new about our killer? If you can, meet me at the new crime scene. It's a total mess and someone needs to find some clues before the coroner walks all over the place. Cheers. Thanks. Bye.

 

[sky14kemea]

@Grim: Sherlock! We have a note from that George fellow. He wants to meet at the next crime scene.

@yokillernick: Unfortunately we don't have any leads at the time. This killer is annoyingly good at not leaving behind evidence.