pieces of the puzzle- excerpts from 'mind of a killer' short story part1
mind of a killer- into madness
i can still smell the burning cedar and the fume of sulfur, it's a taste that clings in the air, never fades, hanging on your clothes and hair.
desperate cries of pain, sorrow, anguish. the fire can't drown out those lost souls. the first time you see it, you'll never forget it, you can't just let go and walk away. it kind of makes you sick in a way. i still cant help but feel a little nauseas at the thought, and sometimes i can still taste the sulfer and smoke, choking on it.
but it had to be done. funny, how much like a wounded dog these things are. gnawing at it's trapped leg as i approached, gun in hand. it only took one bullet to splater it's face across the courtyard.
i fucking hate doing this shit in churches. i know im only doing what's right, but it feels so wrong. hopefully the locals here will take it better then the last town, im sure local authorities will write it off as an 'unsolved mystery'...i hope.
the last thing i need is another superstitious marshall and his posse of drunken avengers tailing me half way across the desert.
"how the hell am i supposed to explain this one?! and still no leads!"
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"it came like black death, consuming and destroying...spreading. taking the essences and minds of all it's victims, and their mammed souless corpses began to walk the earth, feeding on those they once loved."
who the hell writes these movies anyways? well, the newest batch of victims are in.
this one's missing his lower jaw. she's missing her tounge and eyes. go figure, he burnt down the houses too. the only thing they've found so far is a page of a dairy or a journal of sorts. it's almost like he's taunting the police.
'ah sweet Mary, she was so patiant with me during those troublesome years. i should have never let her in. her screams still haunt me. like those of so many loved ones ive had to put down. the beast cosumes. haunting my every waking hour. the sight of her gnawshing and flailing like a rabid dog, it was too much to bear. her once beautiful eyes, empty hallowed sockets. peering, full of nighing. a sickness grew, as i said my goodbyes and goodnight. the trigger squeezed easy, silencing her painfilled cries forever. the fragments of her skull painted the wall so eligantly, falling like stars smeared across a late evening sky...'
oh great, he's a poet too. how nice.
i can still smell the burning cedar and the fume of sulfur, it's a taste that clings in the air, never fades, hanging on your clothes and hair.
desperate cries of pain, sorrow, anguish. the fire can't drown out those lost souls. the first time you see it, you'll never forget it, you can't just let go and walk away. it kind of makes you sick in a way. i still cant help but feel a little nauseas at the thought, and sometimes i can still taste the sulfer and smoke, choking on it.
but it had to be done. funny, how much like a wounded dog these things are. gnawing at it's trapped leg as i approached, gun in hand. it only took one bullet to splater it's face across the courtyard.
i fucking hate doing this shit in churches. i know im only doing what's right, but it feels so wrong. hopefully the locals here will take it better then the last town, im sure local authorities will write it off as an 'unsolved mystery'...i hope.
the last thing i need is another superstitious marshall and his posse of drunken avengers tailing me half way across the desert.
"how the hell am i supposed to explain this one?! and still no leads!"
* * * * *
"it came like black death, consuming and destroying...spreading. taking the essences and minds of all it's victims, and their mammed souless corpses began to walk the earth, feeding on those they once loved."
who the hell writes these movies anyways? well, the newest batch of victims are in.
this one's missing his lower jaw. she's missing her tounge and eyes. go figure, he burnt down the houses too. the only thing they've found so far is a page of a dairy or a journal of sorts. it's almost like he's taunting the police.
'ah sweet Mary, she was so patiant with me during those troublesome years. i should have never let her in. her screams still haunt me. like those of so many loved ones ive had to put down. the beast cosumes. haunting my every waking hour. the sight of her gnawshing and flailing like a rabid dog, it was too much to bear. her once beautiful eyes, empty hallowed sockets. peering, full of nighing. a sickness grew, as i said my goodbyes and goodnight. the trigger squeezed easy, silencing her painfilled cries forever. the fragments of her skull painted the wall so eligantly, falling like stars smeared across a late evening sky...'
oh great, he's a poet too. how nice.