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Instead, he smiled and spoke calmly.
“ I
assure you, it’s no joke. I’ve been sent from hell to
recruit you, Mr. Roberts. You have all the qualities we are looking
for.”
“ You
fuck, I’ll tear you apart!” Elgin reached up and grabbed
Roberts by the forearm. His grip was like a vice. Roberts stopped
struggling and stared on, wide-eyed.
“ You
can finally be all that you set out to be. You can become Monde. Not
just a figment of your fractured imagination, but really him.. You
can continue the work you started in life… in death.”
Roberts
looked on as Elgin grinned, and he was sure he could see a narrow,
forked tongue flicking around behind his teeth. The main door was now
opening, the sound of its tired, creaking hinges followed by the
steady clip clop of
footsteps on the polished floor.
Elgin’s
eyes were now black bottomless pools that reminded Roberts of
Alessio’s well.
“ I
need an answer, Mr. Roberts,” Elgin hissed. His breath was hot
and smelled of sulfur.
“ You
freak. You fucking freak!” Roberts spat.
He
heard Remy’s lumbering footsteps and was relieved—at
least until he saw him. Like Elgin, his eyes were black. His teeth
were thin daggers of bone, and his forked tongue probed in and out of
his mouth. He stood beside Elgin and folded his arms. Roberts backed
away, knowing the true meaning of terror for the first time since
that day with Petrov. The two men—two demons —stood
and approached the bars. Roberts looked on in horror as the white
paint on the cell bars began to peel and melt away under the heat
that emanated from them. Smoke billowed out of the collar of Elgin’s
shirt, and Remy’s gold police badge had begun to sag and warp.
“ Join
us, Mr. Roberts,” said Elgin, his own dagger teeth making his
voice sound different. Deeper somehow. Roberts backed away as far as
he could, pressing himself against the cinderblock wall of the cell.
He could see a shimmering haze of heat around them now as Remy took
out his keys with hands that were more like claws, unlocking the
cell.
“ Come
with usssshh, Mishter Roberthhhh,” Remy hissed as he swung the
door open. Elgin entered, sliding towards Roberts with his wiry,
crooked form.
“ Join
usth. Let usth take you away from all thsth…”
Roberts
closed his eyes and screamed.
MYSTERY
DISSAPEARANCE OF
CONVICTED
SERIAL KILLER
A
nationwide manhunt began yesterday after the mystery disappearance of
a convicted serial killer.
Marco
Roberts (35), otherwise known as the DEMON DISMEMBERER, was convicted
of more than 90 killings over a sixteen year period, and had been
transferred to The Walls unit of Huntsville State Penitentiary,
Texas, to await execution by lethal injection.
Upon arriving at five p.m. to deliver Roberts his
last meal, guard staff were baffled to find Roberts missing, but his
cell securely locked. Staff Sergeant Julius Remy, the senior guard on
duty, reportedly said: “Nobody came in or out of here all day.
That I can guarantee.”
Security
footage was retrieved, but found to be severely damaged due to an
equipment malfunction.
Although
there is no evidence to suggest that Roberts escaped, authorities
have advised the public to remain vigilant, keep their doors and
windows locked, and to report Roberts at once if spotted. The search
continues. If you have any information as to Roberts’
whereabouts, please contact the police action helpline at 555-6342.
THE PRANK
I’m
an old man now, but I think I can finally pluck up the courage to
talk about the day Snoddy, Denton and I killed that kid, back in the
summer of 2010. People say that time heals, but I don’t buy
into that. If anything, it makes things worse. You may wonder if I’m
sorry for what happened—well the truth is, not a day passes
without me wishing I could turn back the clock and change things. But
I was just a kid, and at fifteen sometimes you do things just to keep
up with the pack. Stupid, I know, but back then it made sense.
“ I
assure you, it’s no joke. I’ve been sent from hell to
recruit you, Mr. Roberts. You have all the qualities we are looking
for.”
“ You
fuck, I’ll tear you apart!” Elgin reached up and grabbed
Roberts by the forearm. His grip was like a vice. Roberts stopped
struggling and stared on, wide-eyed.
“ You
can finally be all that you set out to be. You can become Monde. Not
just a figment of your fractured imagination, but really him.. You
can continue the work you started in life… in death.”
Roberts
looked on as Elgin grinned, and he was sure he could see a narrow,
forked tongue flicking around behind his teeth. The main door was now
opening, the sound of its tired, creaking hinges followed by the
steady clip clop of
footsteps on the polished floor.
Elgin’s
eyes were now black bottomless pools that reminded Roberts of
Alessio’s well.
“ I
need an answer, Mr. Roberts,” Elgin hissed. His breath was hot
and smelled of sulfur.
“ You
freak. You fucking freak!” Roberts spat.
He
heard Remy’s lumbering footsteps and was relieved—at
least until he saw him. Like Elgin, his eyes were black. His teeth
were thin daggers of bone, and his forked tongue probed in and out of
his mouth. He stood beside Elgin and folded his arms. Roberts backed
away, knowing the true meaning of terror for the first time since
that day with Petrov. The two men—two demons —stood
and approached the bars. Roberts looked on in horror as the white
paint on the cell bars began to peel and melt away under the heat
that emanated from them. Smoke billowed out of the collar of Elgin’s
shirt, and Remy’s gold police badge had begun to sag and warp.
“ Join
us, Mr. Roberts,” said Elgin, his own dagger teeth making his
voice sound different. Deeper somehow. Roberts backed away as far as
he could, pressing himself against the cinderblock wall of the cell.
He could see a shimmering haze of heat around them now as Remy took
out his keys with hands that were more like claws, unlocking the
cell.
“ Come
with usssshh, Mishter Roberthhhh,” Remy hissed as he swung the
door open. Elgin entered, sliding towards Roberts with his wiry,
crooked form.
“ Join
usth. Let usth take you away from all thsth…”
Roberts
closed his eyes and screamed.
MYSTERY
DISSAPEARANCE OF
CONVICTED
SERIAL KILLER
A
nationwide manhunt began yesterday after the mystery disappearance of
a convicted serial killer.
Marco
Roberts (35), otherwise known as the DEMON DISMEMBERER, was convicted
of more than 90 killings over a sixteen year period, and had been
transferred to The Walls unit of Huntsville State Penitentiary,
Texas, to await execution by lethal injection.
Upon arriving at five p.m. to deliver Roberts his
last meal, guard staff were baffled to find Roberts missing, but his
cell securely locked. Staff Sergeant Julius Remy, the senior guard on
duty, reportedly said: “Nobody came in or out of here all day.
That I can guarantee.”
Security
footage was retrieved, but found to be severely damaged due to an
equipment malfunction.
Although
there is no evidence to suggest that Roberts escaped, authorities
have advised the public to remain vigilant, keep their doors and
windows locked, and to report Roberts at once if spotted. The search
continues. If you have any information as to Roberts’
whereabouts, please contact the police action helpline at 555-6342.
THE PRANK
I’m
an old man now, but I think I can finally pluck up the courage to
talk about the day Snoddy, Denton and I killed that kid, back in the
summer of 2010. People say that time heals, but I don’t buy
into that. If anything, it makes things worse. You may wonder if I’m
sorry for what happened—well the truth is, not a day passes
without me wishing I could turn back the clock and change things. But
I was just a kid, and at fifteen sometimes you do things just to keep
up with the pack. Stupid, I know, but back then it made sense.
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