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The first day it happened, there was panic everywhere. People were running about, claiming there was another Jack the Ripper. I got a lot of hate mail in the first 24 hours. I hadn’t even known what happened - I was on vacation in France. I threw the mail away after I read the first three. I knew most of it wasn’t important - someone had died. That was important. After getting some morning coffee, I drove to the scene of the event. A young woman in her early 20s, possibly a college student, was murdered. I drove to the sight, and before me stood the most horrid crime scene I have ever seen. Her eyes were missing. Her fingers were missing. Her hair was ripped off her scalp. Her neck was bloody and red. Her teeth were pulled out of her …show more content…
Another body. Arthur Stewart. This time, with a tooth. Have these been different people? I can’t think right now. Too much stuff going on. I can’t. Think. “Of course you can’t,” a clown said. A clown? I was looking at him, straight in the eye. It seemed to be looking past me. I glanced around. Other people were here, none could see the clown, though. He started yelling at me, getting into my face. I screamed and covered my head as he started hitting me. Nobody was helping me. Why? He left an hour later. It was midnight now. I woke up, but I also didn’t. I was in a half state of consciousness. I got up, grabbed something, and left the door. It was like someone was controlling my body, I didn’t know where I was going. I stopped at a door. Someone came …show more content…
We are friends. We were friends. I stared at him for a couple of seconds...and then I stabbed him. It sunk into his flesh. He gasped and stumbled back. I chased him, stabbing him over and over again. I was...laughing? It was like watching a movie. My body was doing the whole thing, and my mind was watching. I was enjoying it so much, until I felt someone tackle me. I screamed and looked at who it was. It wasn’t one person, but twelve. All of them. All who I knowingly killed. I shook my head. There was no way. I looked up again. The police. Twelve policemen. They dragged me to the car. I saw a little boy. It was Billie. “Billie! I did this for you!” I screamed. He stared in horror. “Billie, I love you! I’m your mother! All those pe-people? They hurt you. They made fun of you! I did this because I love you, honey! Please tell them this was a mistake!” I yelled at him, some red liquid oozing down my face. He gawked at me in horror, and sprinted off in the other direction. I laughed and cried and laughed some more. “Is this the Tooth Fairy?!” a reporter screamed at some cop. Tooth Fairy? I looked in the mirror of the car. I looked like a hot mess. I had no hair, there was blood, sweat and tears streaming down my face, my eyes were bloodshot and one of my teeth was
He laughed and a gruesome noise escaped the man’s throat sending chills down Pierre’s spine. He had never seen something such as this man. He was pure evil.
Fear lit up my eyes. I shifted my eyes slowly just enough to see who was holding me down. It was Curley.
look back and see the man who was following you pull out a large knife.
He beat me until I swung back and forth by my wrists, half-crazy with pain, unable to find my footi...
“Did you do it!?” I heard my mom scream hysterically at me as I was dragged away. I kept my head down not able to meet my mother's eye. My head was shoved down as I was pushed into a cop car. The lights flashed but it was the siren of the ambulance on opposite side of the road that got to me. I saw defeated paramedics zip up the body bag enclosing the corpse until it could be examined at a morgue.
Gasping in terror I awoke and shot to my feet. He was gone, but where, how long had I been here and ...
He was barely alive I felt bad I felt as a knife had been driven into my chest I tried to patch him up Too much
We were all with him. He wasn’t going to do this alone. It was more of a mental fight between us. He tried to seem bigger and stronger, but I simply imitated him, to prove that I as well am big and strong. Then one of the men grabbed me by the collar, and said that he was going to send us home.
I wake up feeling like a brick is on my chest. My ribcage is bandaged like a mummy and a sickbay gown hangs loosely on my scrawny shoulders. I look like a vampire… And not the kind from twilight that girls swoon for. I’m talking about real vampires. Pale, bony and sickly. The doctors say I’m lucky to have escaped with a shot right to my stomach. A few inches up and I would’ve died with a hole in my chest. A few inches down and I would’ve been singing soprano in the local boys choir.
I stood there just staring I could not move. Every time I moved o\n took a breath I felt him getting closer. Quickly, I had to do something but I did not know what. I feel like he has a gun or a weapon but I do not know for sure. I was 5’4 and 87lbs., and this guy had to be at least 6’9 and 250lbs.. There was no way that I would win in a fistfight so I just had to sit there and hope he would not see me hiding. I decided to run, I got shot in the leg.
After that I called the police myself and sat there under my letter drenched in blood with a blank expression. On the inside, I was the happiest I have ever been. Now I am here and I still regret nothing as I've proved my point. Never ignore, abuse, or mistreat the freak. It may come back to haunt you..or kill you.
Speer came with a knife and stabbed be and I fell to the ground while putting pressure in my wound. Kripton and Wang-shu came for my help and
In that instant something snapped in me and I lunged at him, taking him to the floor. Pinning him to the ground I shouted, “How dare you be so cruel as to say such a thing? I will never be free!” I slammed my fist into his face over and over until my handlers came and retrieved me, dragging me
I rip out my pistol from my pocket and a woman in front of me. Bang! She drops to the floor. A second shot fired but not from my gun. I look down at my stomach and blood is seeping. A blood curtailing screams comes from the crowd and they
“ No, not until you tell me what I did wrong” I screamed with tears building up in my eyes.