viktor47
04-08-2008, 09:57 AM
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Prologue
Act 1
The frigid water filled my lungs quickly. I felt neither pain nor exhaustion when I took breaths even though I was submerged. The cold water rendered me paralyzed for some unknown reason but I knew I wouldn’t die that time, though that obnoxious feeling of being drowned was getting inconvenient for me and I hate it when things don’t go my way. I really wished that there was a great white shark lurking beneath the deepest part of that underground lake. I wished that it would maul me to death using its teeth, 5 times deadlier than your beloved mom’s generic kitchen knife. Although I was aware that it wouldn’t be enough to grant me a one-way ticket to Hades, I still longed for my great white shark, like a princess waiting for his prince, to rip my head away from my body and eat my insides just to break the monotous feeling of being deluged underwater.
Two days had just passed according to my watch. What a shame, I guess I would miss the replay of “The Sissy” and it would be the first time of my “Saturday night life” that I will miss that show.
*Sigh*
I pity myself.
Oh! how I longed for that feeling to come to an end. That horrible feeling of being alone and forlorn made me wanna kill my neighbor Al through strangulation, just to make him feel what I’ve went through during one of the darkest moments of my life, but of course I couldn’t do that to Al, who is a good friend of mine by the way, or to anybody else. As if a thin man like me could do that, but don’t get me wrong because I’m not a pushover, although I look like one. I’m not frail unlike your typical skinny man. In fact I have an inquisitive demeanor and a strong attitude which was the reason I landed on this job at the Daily Serving. Unfortunately I’m not strong enough to free myself from this misery.
*Sigh*
How did I end up here on the first place?
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As far as I could remember, the night was fair and it wasn’t freezing as usual. It was 7:30 P.M and I was about to fix my things then get home early. I didn’t feel going for some overtime. But before I could get my lazy butt off my seat, my cell phone rang. It was a tip from an unidentified source. He had a weird accent and it seemed like he was on an arcade or a rock concert because the surroundings certainly drowned his deep voice. He sounded suspicious and the more he talks the less credible his statements become but I didn’t care, I thought that it was another scoop for a great journalist like me.
When he dropped the phone, I wondered if it would be the 13th case this eccentric killer. He’s been going around the city lately and there were no witnesses in any of the incidents. According to the police his victims so far are only males. He slits the throat of his victim with an unknown weapon, removes the upper clothing, and brands the back with a cryptic symbol using the pool of blood around him. What’s weird is that his victims were mostly young people aged 15-20, except for one who was 45 years old. Hmm…maybe it’s not weird after all; maybe it’s just my subconscious making patterns out of nothing. Just the thought of him sends a spine tingling sensation to my body.
Bah!!! I told myself to snap out of it and just hurry because if I want to get the scoop, I think I would have to get there first.
I turned left to 23rd street and saw the “Stick 0”. It’s a bar with a tinted window and a plain wooden door as its façade. I parked my old 1996 Toyota corolla in front of an internet café located on the opposite side of the bar. I saw that there were a lot of teenagers playing some shooting game and boy, it seems like they are having the best day of their life. Nonetheless, I entered the Stick 0.
“Holy Mackerel… something’s weird here” I told myself. The place had the usual setting for a bar, an island counter, tables, chairs, TV, a billiard table and anything that would please a typical customer. The place made you feel cozy and lax because of its lighting setup, which used dim yellow lights. The flooring was varnished wood and the wall had relaxing brown wallpaper on it. There was a painting of a beautiful girl hung above the jukebox, she looked kinda sad. Hmm…I think I could use some beer here with some lady but as I’ve said earlier something was wrong.
There wasn’t anybody there. Not a single soul, except me, and I’m not sure If my soul is still on my body. It seems that that feeling was scarier than what I’m experiencing right now but come on, our minds has a knack for making a big fuss out of everything.
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What happened next? Beats me. All I could remember afterwards was water in my lungs, and my obsession for my great white shark, but when he came and pulled me out of this pit, I couldn’t care less of what happened yesterday or to the past. I’m out, I’m finally out. I was the happiest person at…at…whatever that place is at that time.
I thought I was .finally out of hell, but the longer I stayed and talked with him, the more I realized that I should have stayed on that pit for my own good I should have swiped his hand away from my hair when he tried to pull me up. I hate him for making me know the truth. Some things are better left untouched by the minds of men. What I’ve experience on that pit was nothing compared to what would the inhabitants of the world would experience.
*sigh*
Jesus ate Christ!!!
Was that the third time is just sighed? I hate it when I’m sighing.
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Prologue
Act 1
The frigid water filled my lungs quickly. I felt neither pain nor exhaustion when I took breaths even though I was submerged. The cold water rendered me paralyzed for some unknown reason but I knew I wouldn’t die that time, though that obnoxious feeling of being drowned was getting inconvenient for me and I hate it when things don’t go my way. I really wished that there was a great white shark lurking beneath the deepest part of that underground lake. I wished that it would maul me to death using its teeth, 5 times deadlier than your beloved mom’s generic kitchen knife. Although I was aware that it wouldn’t be enough to grant me a one-way ticket to Hades, I still longed for my great white shark, like a princess waiting for his prince, to rip my head away from my body and eat my insides just to break the monotous feeling of being deluged underwater.
Two days had just passed according to my watch. What a shame, I guess I would miss the replay of “The Sissy” and it would be the first time of my “Saturday night life” that I will miss that show.
*Sigh*
I pity myself.
Oh! how I longed for that feeling to come to an end. That horrible feeling of being alone and forlorn made me wanna kill my neighbor Al through strangulation, just to make him feel what I’ve went through during one of the darkest moments of my life, but of course I couldn’t do that to Al, who is a good friend of mine by the way, or to anybody else. As if a thin man like me could do that, but don’t get me wrong because I’m not a pushover, although I look like one. I’m not frail unlike your typical skinny man. In fact I have an inquisitive demeanor and a strong attitude which was the reason I landed on this job at the Daily Serving. Unfortunately I’m not strong enough to free myself from this misery.
*Sigh*
How did I end up here on the first place?
===
As far as I could remember, the night was fair and it wasn’t freezing as usual. It was 7:30 P.M and I was about to fix my things then get home early. I didn’t feel going for some overtime. But before I could get my lazy butt off my seat, my cell phone rang. It was a tip from an unidentified source. He had a weird accent and it seemed like he was on an arcade or a rock concert because the surroundings certainly drowned his deep voice. He sounded suspicious and the more he talks the less credible his statements become but I didn’t care, I thought that it was another scoop for a great journalist like me.
When he dropped the phone, I wondered if it would be the 13th case this eccentric killer. He’s been going around the city lately and there were no witnesses in any of the incidents. According to the police his victims so far are only males. He slits the throat of his victim with an unknown weapon, removes the upper clothing, and brands the back with a cryptic symbol using the pool of blood around him. What’s weird is that his victims were mostly young people aged 15-20, except for one who was 45 years old. Hmm…maybe it’s not weird after all; maybe it’s just my subconscious making patterns out of nothing. Just the thought of him sends a spine tingling sensation to my body.
Bah!!! I told myself to snap out of it and just hurry because if I want to get the scoop, I think I would have to get there first.
I turned left to 23rd street and saw the “Stick 0”. It’s a bar with a tinted window and a plain wooden door as its façade. I parked my old 1996 Toyota corolla in front of an internet café located on the opposite side of the bar. I saw that there were a lot of teenagers playing some shooting game and boy, it seems like they are having the best day of their life. Nonetheless, I entered the Stick 0.
“Holy Mackerel… something’s weird here” I told myself. The place had the usual setting for a bar, an island counter, tables, chairs, TV, a billiard table and anything that would please a typical customer. The place made you feel cozy and lax because of its lighting setup, which used dim yellow lights. The flooring was varnished wood and the wall had relaxing brown wallpaper on it. There was a painting of a beautiful girl hung above the jukebox, she looked kinda sad. Hmm…I think I could use some beer here with some lady but as I’ve said earlier something was wrong.
There wasn’t anybody there. Not a single soul, except me, and I’m not sure If my soul is still on my body. It seems that that feeling was scarier than what I’m experiencing right now but come on, our minds has a knack for making a big fuss out of everything.
===
What happened next? Beats me. All I could remember afterwards was water in my lungs, and my obsession for my great white shark, but when he came and pulled me out of this pit, I couldn’t care less of what happened yesterday or to the past. I’m out, I’m finally out. I was the happiest person at…at…whatever that place is at that time.
I thought I was .finally out of hell, but the longer I stayed and talked with him, the more I realized that I should have stayed on that pit for my own good I should have swiped his hand away from my hair when he tried to pull me up. I hate him for making me know the truth. Some things are better left untouched by the minds of men. What I’ve experience on that pit was nothing compared to what would the inhabitants of the world would experience.
*sigh*
Jesus ate Christ!!!
Was that the third time is just sighed? I hate it when I’m sighing.
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