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-----------MY STORY for CW Class---------------
NOTE: It's mostly about death and it's somewhat graphic in the beginning....so viewer discretion please!
Also NOTE: My type of writing hardly contains anyone speaking...to me actions speak louder than words...so bear with it...this story was 10 pages on lined paper and I could've gone to more, but I was to tired to write anymore >.< May be a continuation...in the long future xD
“Please…Please! Don’t do this…p-please!!!” a man’s voice begged, but it was too late, a steel bullet grazed through his chest -passing through his rib cage and heart and through his back- and punctured the wall behind him; a certain kill shot. The deafening sound cascaded throughout the small, dirtied apartment; the corpse began gushing out blood from the opened wound, the man’s left arm twitched. The killer, which was in actuality a woman, removed her hands’ glove and felt the wound that she had dealt upon the man; opening the wound just wide enough so that her palm could reach within to feel the contents of the body‘s organs and muscles.
“Now, now. Where is it? Hmmm?” She spoke in a taunting way to the corpse’s frame, which didn’t respond to her statement at all (which was actually a relief since dead bodies don‘t talk…well, shouldn‘t talk). She felt the heart jump one last time as she brushed over it with her fingers, at this notion she looked at the corpse’s glazed eyes, and squeezed the heart until it burst under its own pressure. “Humph! So it’s not here? So, where could it be?!” She forcibly tore her hand from the man’s body - taking quite a bit of bones and heart with it.
She glanced around; it wouldn’t have been long until the cops decided to shove their nosy faces in the matter. The killer, Ty, rose to her feet, took one last look at the corpse of the man she had once called ‘father’ (the one who had made her into what she was today; a cold blooded murderer) she then took her leave from the crime scene.
Five long days after the death of the man, otherwise known as Dr. Deerson, the cops still contained no leads or any suspects on the currently deceased; the news report stated that he was ‘brutally slain and presumed to have an instantaneous death’ which, of course, was true; Ty had taken great lengths to prevent anyone from figuring it out. The killer had finally found a place to hide away, a small abandoned house which was due for demolition within the next week or so, but it would do, for now at least. She paced from wall to wall, trying to find out what she would do next.
“So, if he didn’t have it……then where?” She stopped and glanced at the ceiling’s chandelier-which she wouldn’t of blamed the people for leaving behind-it was missing most of the glass and was merely hanging on by a thread. “Where could it be?” Ty tilted her head to the side as if she could find the answer if she looked at it from a different angle. Her eyes then wandering toward the empty wooden bookcase; flashes of days spent as a child played in her head-how she was always learning, how she was always refrained from unleashing her abilities.
“There’s no use in staying here; I need to find it…even if it is the last thing I possibly do upon this earth,” She raced out upon the desolate yard which surrounded the abandoned building - it was surely in need of a good trim, eh forget that, it needed a new lawn all together.
Quickly and efficiently Ty wondered as to what she would do next to find what was needed, tripping over long lost toys and misplaced wooden logs. She pulled out her gun and darted through the desolate street, heading straight to the deadliest part of town - the one filled with druggies and bums. She had business to take care; her type of business. She easily maneuvered her way passed speeding cars -like frogger.
What seemed as forever, she came to her stop; she looked around - no sign of him- no sign of anyone really. “What…in the world?” She knocked on a random door, it fell back and hit the ground with a loud crash, no sign of any life, “Where could they have gone? Unless….NO! Unless he-!” She whipped around; hoping to get away in time. But no luck, she hit a body, a man’s body and it was something she had dreaded ever since she was born.
“Well, hello there,” the voice was deep and harsh; the man pulled out a pistol and placed it against her head, “Now kiss your life goodbye.” His dark, ice-like eyes showed his intentions, - he would kill her. Ty smirked slightly, knowing fully well of his intentions, besides, he had no trouble killing the people in this part of town what would one more do?
The man pressed the gun harder to her head, taunting her with life or death, “Now, now, you weren’t trying to find it, now were you?” His breathe smelt like onions and his body order was far worse than that (like dead body). He rummaged through his pocket with his free hand and showed what she had been searching for, the key. “How did-? You got it?!” Ty’s eyes shifted to the ground, but were inadvertently interrupted when the man forced her to look up. He chuckled a bit, “It was troublesome, but I got it, now our father’s secrets will be mine, and you will be left in the dust whence I hand them over to the government.”
She tried to reach for it, no luck, she watched as her brother placed the key back into his pocket, “Our father was wise enough to place it within a place you wouldn’t look,” He watched her, her reaction, her fear. Ty’s eyes wandered around her brother’s stature, “where?” Her brother did what he could to hold in a fit of laughter, “He said he hid it within a body, not a literal body, but in a statues body - you were always so naïve.”
He struck her with the gun, she hit the ground and looked up at him, and he was beginning to walk out of the front door. He probably of thought she would’ve been knocked out for a few good minutes, but never presumed she would of still have been conscious.
She flipped out a knife that she had concealed before she came and warily rose to her feet without a sound; she wiped a bit of blood from the corner of her mouth and raced toward the man. He heard the steps, he felt the wooden floor move beneath him, and he saw his own life end - a fatal stab to the neck. “Now, dear brother, you didn’t think this would be a cliché of where the good always wins now did you?” Ty tugged on the knife and watched as her brother fell, his life ending right there.
Ty grabbed the key from her brother’s pocket, and began to head out the front door as she heard the sirens a few miles off. She would live her type of happily ever after, the way she wanted to….
TO BE CONTINUED?!
An the answer to that is yes :"D
 chidorilash · Tue Oct 14, 2008 @ 05:10am · 5 Comments |
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