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 Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 4:01 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 4:06 pm
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Chapter 1: Toy Death
Lightning flashed, the metal of the knife glaring in the flash. It swooped down and blood exploded as it connected, the victim’s scream of agony ripped from their throat. The blood slid down the blade as the body fell, the knife sliding cleanly from the corpse’s neck. The murderer giggled and ran his tongue along the sharp edge of the blade, savouring the blood. A giggle escaped the murderer and he began to stumble to the cemetery gate as it began to pour. Lightning flashed again, revealing the killer for a mere instant. There was a merry twinkle in his eyes and a smile on his lips, which had blood stained on his teeth and lips as a trickle of blood slide down from the corner of his mouth.
The killer stopped, the merry twinkle gone in a flash and his grin turned to a snarl as he gazed at the cemetery gate. A long lanky, limp figure stood, barring the exit. The figure moved forward slightly, stopping almost instantly. The killer began to pant, fear beginning to show itself in his eyes. Even he knew, something about this person wasn’t quite… human. His eyes darted around, searching for another way out. He started backing up slowly, his eyes never leaving the looming form.
Lightning exploded again, thunder making the killer jump. The ominous figure was revealed slightly. It had long hair, cut around the lobes and green eyes that seemed to be glazed over with death. Everything else was hidden by a mask and a large coat.
The killer turned and fled, hopping over the low fence he had backed into. He raced into the city slums, where he hoped to lose the thing in.
‘I have to get away, I have to get away!’ The desperate thought constantly repeated itself inside his head. Fear bubbled inside as he heard chilling laughter, echoing from every dark corner. He knew that the demon was toying with him, nothing more. But once it got bored, end game.
His fear turned to terror as the cruel laughter became louder and louder, closer and closer. Before, only his footsteps could be heard echoing through out the grey, broken walls. Now, two could be distinguished, coming from every side. His muscles screamed in pain and agony, begging the insane man to rest, to slow and stop. But, the terror hounded at him within his mind, whipping him onwards.
The thing rose suddenly from the shadows, blocking the way right, forcing the maniac left. He stopped and gave a little chuckle as he saw the figure now in front of him. He raised the knife and lunged, screaming. The basic need to survive kicked in, forcing him to fight. That’s how he learned just how solid a brick wall was. A hand touched the maniac’s back and a child’s giggle played in his ear. He closed his eyes and hoped it would be over soon.
He heard the cloak fall off and the sound of something opening. Arms wrapped around his chest that were… wooden. That’s when he screamed. Another pair of wooden arms had wrapped themselves around his waist, both pairs dragging him back. He struggled but to no avail, the thing had him bound tightly. He was shoved into the things body, which was a giant, hollow container. He pounded on the sides, begging not to be hurt. Then, the cloak went back on.
That’s when the screaming started. The pounding became more frantic, and then lessened, finally stopping all together. The screams still lingered in the midnight air… |
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