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This is a story of mine i posted long ago..anyways im posting it up again due to the fact that i've finally almost have completed it. Anyways hope you enjoy it.i will be adding sections of it daily or something to that matter...Also this story isnt your "cholo meets chola and ends up in love" story..Anyways enjoy.
It was a normal day in the office for Vincent that
early Tuesday. He skimmed through the paper work on
his desk as usual and talked slightly with the other
co-workers surrounding him. The hours flew right by
as he frantically typed away on his computer until it
was finally time to call it a day at work.
Grabbing his things, he headed out of the office doors.
When he reached the parking lot, he noticed that his
co-worker, Anthony, was waiting for him.
-Anthony- "Hey bro, where you headed off too now?"
-Vincent- "Don’t know. I was thinking of just going home
and crashing out. Either that or hit up the bar and
get a slight buzz."
Anthony gave a slight chuckle and shook his head
when he heard Vincent’s response.
-Anthony- "Man you’re beginning to become an old man
now, wanting to go home and sleep right after work?
Look, just come hang out with me and I guarantee you
won’t be tired and you'll have a cool time."
Agreeing, Vincent headed off with Anthony to catch the
bus to Anthony's house. Anthony’s girlfriend and her friend
greeted them when they arrived.
-Myra- "Hey Vincent, how are you?"
-Vincent- "Same as always...'
-Myra- "Ha, that’s cool. Hey this is my friend Monica."
Being the shy one, Monica shook Vincent’s hand with a
flirtatious look on her face. Tossing his jacket down
onto the couch, Anthony walked into his room
briefly, only to come out with a Ziploc bag filled
with coke.
Shaking his head, Vincent chuckled slightly…“It's been
awhile since I’ve touched that shit you know?” he said
with a smirk on his face.
As Anthony began to form lines of coke on the living
room coffee table, Myra made her way to the kitchen to
grab a couple of beers for the group to drink.
Just as Anthony had finished making the coke lines
on the table, Myra walked back into the living room,
sitting the beers on the edge of the table. All seemed
to be set now.
-Anthony-"So who's gonna be the first to take their
head for a spin? Monica, you want to?"
Grinning, Monica agreed and rolled a one
dollar bill that she had in her hand to form a straw.
She quickly went for the first line of coke. Placing
her left index finger against her left nostril she
snorted the coke with greed and lifted her head back
smiling.
-Monica-"Damn that's some good shit.” she said aloud
giggling.
Watching with patience as the group all took lines of
coke, it was finally Vincent’s turn. Loosening his tie a bit
he readied himself for the cool sudden rush he'd get
after sniffing the coke.
Vincent took the longest line there was on the table.
Sniffing with force, he was almost able to feel the fine
powder being absorbed through his nostrils, his blood
vessels constricting.
After snorting the second line, Vincent looked up from
the table to see Anthony and the others drinking their
beers.
-Anthony-"Come on don’t be a bitch take a couple more!"
Anthony exclaimed with a buzzed tone of voice.
Vincent wasn't aware of how time was flying. Looking
over at the clock, he realized he had been at Anthony's
house for about three hours so far. Anthony was already
buzzed. Shaking his head, freeing himself of the thought,
he readied himself for another line of coke.
Sniffing ling after line, sweat dropped from Vincent’s
forehead as his heart began to beat faster, his body growing
hotter by the minuet. The clock kept ticking, and eventually,
He lost count of how much coke he had already sniffed.
With his shirt now drenched with sweat, Vincent placed
his right hand over his heart, feeling the rapid
thumping of his heart beat in his chest. His pupils
began to dilate and at that second Vincent gazed
around the room, trying to call for help, only to see the
three from the group laying on the floor asleep, passed
out from all the beers they had consumed.
Opening his mouth to cry out, Vincent’s plead for
help was suddenly paused as the coke tightened up
his jaw muscle. Slumping against the carpeted floor,
his eyes rolled back to his now seemingly lifeless body.
On the verge of a over-dose, images began to race
through his mind…It seemed as if his subconscious
was speaking to him, showing him visuals of what he
always wanted to do to others.
Torture. Kill. Rape. All sorts of devilish deeds. Just as
the gruesome images slowed to a stop in Vincent’s head,
more images ran through his mind, showing him defenseless
being abused and lied to by others; people gossiping about
him and befriending him only to become his enemy.
When the visuals finally finished passing through his mind,
Vincent awoke only to realize he was in his bed, in his apartment
with the trio from the group by his side.
-Anthony-"Holy shit Bro, you fucking scared us!! We
thought you were going to die!! Your heart was racing,
you were sweating like crazy, and fucking shit it was
crazy!!! How many lines of coke did you do!?"
Vincent sat up on his bed to ponder for a couple
minuets.
-Vincent- "I don’t know. I wasn’t paying attention to
how much I was doing after the second line."
The three of the group felt relived to see that
Vincent was well and ok.
-Anthony- "We’re going to leave homie. You get some
rest and take it easy I already called in sick for you
at work so don’t worry."
The three said their quick goodbyes to Vincent, waved
to him and headed out of the door.
Sitting in his room alone, Vincent flashed back to the
images that had crossed his mind. Something about those
images in his head changed his personality and
perspective of people and life.
Grabbing the remote next to him on the bed, he
switched on the TV to the news. As he watched with no
emotion in his eyes, he listened as the news reporter
spoke about murder, poverty, and just how shitty the
world was.
At that instant Vincent heard a voice in his head.
"Last night…those images that came across your
mind were images of all the things you will do to
these filthy sinners who call themselves people."
Cracking a small smile, it seemed as if Vincent had
finally lost his sanity. The near over-dosing last
night had created an unstable effect in Vincent’s mind.
Hours passed and Vincent was out of bed and fully
dressed in black. Black jeans, black steel toed boots,
a black flannel covered by a black leather jacket.
Vincent looked like a modern hit man with what he was
wearing. He grabbed a pair of black leather gloves,
placing one over each hand and headed out the door.
Wandering around the city he resided in like a zombie,
Vincent gazed upon every person he passed with hate
in his eyes and a feeling of disgust each time someone
passed him.
Exiting the busy city, Vincent had found himself in a
residential area. The sun had already set and the moon
was out shinning what light it could on the dim
streets.
As Vincent walked along side the houses that were on
the street, he stopped for a moment only to stare at a
house that had three bikes tied to the front porch
beam.
It seemed as if a family lived there. As he continued
to stare at the house, lost in thought, his mind sunk
to an even more psychotic state. Pondering, Vincent
wondered how it would feel to kill the family living
in that home; to wrap his hands around someone’s
throat and to take the life they were given right from them.
With out further thought, Vincent made his way towards
the house. Figuring the front door would always be locked,
he walked around the house in hopes to find another means
of entrance.
Just his luck. He stumbled upon a the back door that led
directly into the kitchen. Placing his leather gloved hand
over the door knob, Vincent gently turned it to the left and
pushed. Luck struck again on his side. The door was in fact
unlocked. Now standing in the kitchen entrance, like a cat
Vincent had silently from the kitchen into the living room
with stealth. He noticed a hammer lying on the table.
Grabbing it, he was now more than prepared to bring the
violent visuals to life.
Tip-toeing around quietly, he spotted a set of stairs and
quietly made his way up them. Vincent looked at the
pictures that lead up the stairway, concluding that a single
mom and her two children lived inside the home.
Finally reaching the top of the stairs, Vincent was faced
with the choices of four doors…Walking towards the door
that in front of him, he gripped the hammer and gently
pushed open the door.
As the door opened, Vincent prepared himself to end
whosever life lay sleeping in the room. As he raised the
Hammer, the door came to a sudden stop after flinging wide
open.
No one lied sleeping the room. Peering into the dark,
he realized it was the bathroom. Cursing under his
Breath, he headed towards door number two which
was to his left. Opening the door in the same fashion,
Vincent peered in. He saw a girl who was probably in
her early teens sleeping like a angel in her bed.
A wicked grin formed on Vincent’s faced as he stepped
into the room and closed the door behind him. After tip-toeing
to the girls bed, Vincent stood over the her, examining the
girl as if she was some foreign item. Vincent readied himself...
Just as he was preparing to slaughter her, she opened her
eyes slightly. When she saw the man in black standing over
her, her eyes widened and she opened her mouth as if she
was going to let out a scream…
There was no time! The second Vincent saw the teenage girl
open her eyes wide, he brought the hammer down with force
against her skull. The faint sound of bones shattering echoed
in the dark room. After three to four swings from the hammer
to her head and face, the girl was hardly recognizable anymore....
-More to be added.-
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-=Focus on your own life and leave mine alone.-=
..Felt like bumpin this, since well i hate all the other stories on this board since they follow the same pattern.. Any who, my lazy ass has all the other parts that need to be added on my laptop, so i'll be addin sections next week to complete the story.
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-=Focus on your own life and leave mine alone.-=
As blood and pieces of flesh slid down the tip of the
hammer,Vincent turned away from the girls lifeless
body and exited the room.
Heading to another door down the hall Vincent entered
in the same fashion.Standing in the doorway as Satan
himself.
Moving forward to the child sleeping in the bed, this
time it appeared to be a young boy sleeping, who was
probably around eight through ten years of age.
With out remorse or even giving thought to give the
child a couple more minuets of life Vincent raised up
the now bloody hammer once more and brought it down to
the young boys head. "CRACK"
Was all that was heard as Vincent had taken only one
swing to the childs head to take away his once
precious life.
Staring at the blood that was pouring from the
child's head,Vincent scooped a small amount with his
right hand. Smearing the blood against the tips of his
gloved hand...a smirk arose on his face.
Peering down at the childs closed eye's, a devilish
thought and somewhat of a sick twisted joke came into
Vincents mind.
Remembering he had a small pocket knife in his back
pocket, Vincent reached for it then pulled it, and
revealed the blade to the tiny metal plated knife.
With his knife in his left hand, he began to carve both
of the childs eyes out as part of his sick and twisted
joke.
As both of the childs eyes were now carved out,Vincent
once again scooped up more of the childs blood with
his gloved hand and wrote on the wall above the
child's bed with the blood that was on the tip of
fingers.
"See no evil,Speak no evil"
Vincent found it hysterical. Seeing as the kid
obviously could not see any evil with no eyes,and
could not speak any evil due to he was dead.
After a couple minuets of silently laughing, Vincent
had left the room of victim number two and headed for
victim number three's room.
As he slowly walked to the last victim's room the
wooden floors lightly creaked with each step Vincent
took. Pausing before his last victims door,Vincent
wonderd to himself how to make this killing more
intresting. He did'nt want to kill the woman in her
sleep as he did to both children so what other means
was there?
Placing his left index finger on his head momentarily
Vincent thought, "Why not just kick the door in run in
choke her and decapitate her or something?"
With so many ideas in his head on what he could do he thought
to himself "Fuck it." and just kicked in the door.
As the door swung open with force the mother of the
household proped herself up against the bed and let
out a loud bloody scream,with no one in the house left
alive to call for her help or aid her...there wasn't much
of an escape for the woman.
She quickly scrambled out of her bed in hopes to make
it to her room bathroom so that she would be able to
lock her self in.
It was no luck though. The second Vincent saw her
aiming twoards the bathroom he quickly ran to her to
bring the back of the hammer to her head. Upon
doing that, Vincent dragged the woman all the way to her
room entrance.
As blood gushed from the back of her head she said one
last time in a frightened and faint voice,"Please I
don't want to die." Looking down to the woman, Vincent
rolled his eyes."Sorry I don't take requests" he said
laughing pulling out the hammer from the back of her
head. As she slumped back onto her back she laid on
the floor crying and near the verge of death. Without
a second thought or notice, Vincent lifted his foot up
and brought it down to the center of the womans neck.
The sound of silenced now filled the whole house.
Seeing that each and every person in the household was
now desceased.
Dropping the hammer on the woman's face, Vincent reached
up twoards the ceiling and yawned.
-Vincent- "Ahh that was a refreshing work out."he
exclaimed chuckling.
Glancing around the mother's room, Vincent had spotted
a pack of cigretts on her night stand. Strolling over to
the night stand he picked up the pack of cigarettes and
pulled one out. Placing the cigarette in-between his
lips he tossed the packet across the room then reached
for the lighter that rested on the night
stand.
Flicking the lighter for a couple seconds to the flame
ignited, Vincent brought the tip of the cigarette of the
lighter to the flame and started puffing till the tip
of the cigarette was glowing a orange color.
Sitting on the edge of the mother's bed, Vincent took in
a good puff of the tobacoo and blew it out thru his
nose.
-Vincent-"You know,smoking isn't good for you..That
type of shit.." He paused for a second as a smile
swept across his face."That type of shit can really
kill you!"
He busted out with laughter again laughing at his own
twisted jokes, slapping his hand against his knee he
couldn't contain the laughter in him as it continued to
spill forth like a river.
"Oh man that was great" He said aloud. "It's time for
me to go now" Vincent said in a normal tone of voice
to the lifeless body on the floor. As he got up from
the bed and walked out the room and down the creaking
stairwar, Vincent paused briefly.
-Vincent-"What good would doing all this be,with
out...Making it to a game?"
Upon making that comment, Vincent rushed over to the
dinning room. They had to have crayons or a marker
somewhere in one of those drawers!
Pulling out drawers upon drawers, Vincent franticaly
skimmed thru all of the papers and miscellanious
items in the drawers.Finally after looking for a good
three minuets he came across a red permenant marker.
"This will do!" he exclaimed. Pulling off the cap for
the marker, Vincent began to draw a clue on the wall of
the dinning room. As he was drawing he made a few
building two street signs and very noticeable items
that would appear to be at that location in the
image. To finish off his picture, he posted the first
inital to the street names on both of the signs.
Looking at his image Vincent smiled."This will be
fun,lets see if they can figure out where I'm
temporarily living. I drew a good enough image of
where I stay out so the rest is up to them."
Turning away from the image, Vincent made his way to
the kitchen. Picking up the kitchen phone on the
counter he dialed 9-1-1.As the second the operator
picked up and asked what the emergency was Vincent
simply replied "I killed them all. Now it's your job to
figure out who I am." Hanging up the phone, Vincent
exited the house the same way he came in,through the
kitchen back door.
As the morning continued to glow down on him like a lost
soul,Vincent knew in his minds more murders were to
come with bigger and greater outcomes.
The game was now started and soon the chase would
begin as soon as the police would investigate the
house.
Walking away from the house and down the street
Vincent looked to his gloves to see the remains of the
dried up blood. Grinning, he knew this was only the
start as he walked off happily back to his home.
-more to come.-
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yes its different from the storyz u see posted ...why did he kill the kid hes a twisted bastard...its pretty wicked...so far what i read is pretty good babyboy....
-Sinful Nature-
your heart is the engine of your body but your brain is the engine of life
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