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Post by Keith on Mar 29, 2007 15:36:08 GMT -8
"Well apparently our maniac is looking for someone. I'd like to have means to contact you just in case we have more questions for you. Uhm, did either of you see him, a description would be nice. The sooner we can get this guy, the more lives we'll save."
Keith wrote down his phone number and gave it to the officer. No, Keith didn't get to see him because it was coming from the darkness. And Keith wasn't going to go into the darkness. That would be pretty student.
He shook his head.
"Sorry officer, I didn't get to see him. It was pretty dark. After seeing a bunch of horror movies, I'm not walking blindly into the dark. Especially since I'm a minority..."
That held plenty of truth to it.
He continued, "in situations such as this, in the movie, the people that aren't white usually gets killed early in the movie. If not, they get offed at the very end. I prefer not walking into the darkness and become one of those statistics. You understand officer, right?"
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Post by Stu Pott on Mar 30, 2007 13:59:01 GMT -8
Hahaha, Keith, you really believe all the movies? Foolish!
But... then again, I never saw him either...
Well... sorry officer, but I didn't get a good look at him either. Though, I thought I heard it come from above me, but not at the top of the school... Have you tried searching the walls? Honestly...
Honestly what?
I don't even know...
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Post by valekin on Mar 30, 2007 14:16:26 GMT -8
"Yes, alright Keith. I understand completely. You're just looking out for your own well being. After all, whoever it is appears to be very dangerous." Detective O'Conner said.
He had seen plenty of horror movies himself. But it never really struck him that the minorities got killed off either first, or last. In the second Predator movie, the cop, who was black, didn't get killed at all. Just beaten up. He wondered if you could consider Predator a horror movie though. It had some scary images. But it leaned more to Sci-Fi, because of the whole idea of extra-terrestrials.
"The walls? I don't think this nut case has suction cups on his shoes and hands. But for our peace of mind. We'll check ok? Now both of you go on home. Get a good nights sleep. We'll try to get this all cleaned up before you have to come to school."
The detective walked away from them and would have a squad car escort them to their homes. He went to his partner, who was analyzing the scene. With a sigh, he looked over the mess again.
"Well Samson, what do you think?"
"It's definately our Cannibal Killer. This implies the sixth body this month. It's getting worse and worse. First few times, it was just a body with a fatal wound, and the heart ripped out and in chunks. Then it was a total massacre. Now just blood, a skull, and a mask."
"We've got our work cut out for us."
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Post by Keith on Mar 30, 2007 14:34:23 GMT -8
"Yes, alright Keith. I understand completely. You're just looking out for your own well being. After all, whoever it is appears to be very dangerous."
Damn right I'm looking out for myself... I very much refuse to be part of that statistic...
"The walls? I don't think this nut case has suction cups on his shoes and hands. But for our peace of mind. We'll check ok? Now both of you go on home. Get a good nights sleep. We'll try to get this all cleaned up before you have to come to school."
Keith nodded. He would go home. But not before getting a few drinks at the bar. Looks like he was going to need it.
"It's definately our Cannibal Killer. This implies the sixth body this month. It's getting worse and worse. First few times, it was just a body with a fatal wound, and the heart ripped out and in chunks. Then it was a total massacre. Now just blood, a skull, and a mask."
Cannibal killer? How very lovely...
After hearing enough, Keith casually walked over to his parked motorcycle. He would hop on, place the keys in the ignition, turn the key, start the engine, and drive off.
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Post by Stu Pott on Mar 30, 2007 18:13:19 GMT -8
Justin sighed. Keith seemed deep in thought as he began to walk away towards his motorcycle. Instead of following and asking for a ride, he just walked on.
Strange... Cops normally ask more questions... These guys must either be amateurs, or read us like books.
Either way, its bad news.
Justin continued on, his iPod once again on full, as he continued his lesurely pace down the sidewalk towards his apartment building. He hummed slightly as he went, and dug deep within his pockets for his key to his apartment building. He unlocked the auto-locking door, and walked in, the door slamming shut behind him with a satisfying click.
He walked up two flights of stairs, and inserting the key into the lock on his door, he opened the portal to his destiny. He sauntered in, taking off his hoodie with a quick zip of the zipper, and then a quick ruffle as the cloth fell from his arms as he flailed them.
He sat on the couch, and turned on the TV. The news was just getting wind of the accident, and were reporting that they had crews on the way.
Great. No school tomorrow.
Justin began to weep a little. He had witnessed a dead person, or person's, or so he thought. This wasn't good...
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