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Mister Transistor.

29 Saturday Feb 2020

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Plop plop plop plop plop plop.’What in the fuck is that noise?’ an angry figure mutters when he is awoken from a restless slumber.

Opening a weary eye he is astounded to see what appears to be a dead man strapped to a chair in a bathroom a mere ten foot away.

The source of the sound is the victims blood dripping onto the tiles before running down the drain.

After pinching himself to make sure that he is actually awake and not dreaming the figure jumps out of bed and approaches the man careful not to step in the blood.

After checking that the man is actually deceased the figure suddenly realises that the killer could still be in the room but after a quick search he finds that he is alone in the room.

Except for the bloodied dead man strapped to a chair that is.

The figure goes over to the bathroom sink to wash the dead mans blood from his hands when he notices that his finger nails are caked with dried blood and the front of his shirt is smeared.

Plop plop plop plop plop plop.

The killer knows that he needs to get the fuck out of this place so he gathers his few belongings and walks over to the front door to see if anybody is hanging about but a tinny voice in his ear stops him in his tracks “I trust that you have taken care of business agent omega?’

‘Leave the scene immediately and don’t worry about leaving any of your DNA behind because a cleaning crew will arrive shortly and remove any evidence of you ever being in that room’

‘But remember agent omega that if you ever feel the urge to betray me or my organization the transistor that I had implanted in your skull will explode causing instant death’

‘You have done your nation a tremendous service today agent omega, General Holtsteader signing out.’

Agent omega leaves the motel room in a flurry hoping to escape from the voice in his head and to find out who he is, why he killed a man with his own hands.

As he trudges down the street trying to get his bearing he rubs his hands over his head to locate the transistor but the search proves fruitless’

Omega knows that he needs to find General Holtsteader and bring him down and have the implanted device removed.

‘Excuse me but are you alright?’

Omega stops at the sound of the voice and finds himself looking at a women around 30 years of age looking at him quizzically.

‘Sorry I am having a bit of a brain fade could you tell me exactly where I am”

‘Sure, you are on 43rd street heading toward Lincoln Plaza’

‘Um yeah but what city are we talking about?’

‘Why the windy city of course, Chicago Illinois’

Omega thanks the lady and slinks away to find somewhere to gather his thoughts and grab a bite to eat.

The lady watches her target disappear around than she follows at a safe distance because she knows what he is capable of.

It was no accident that she happened to run into Kevin Wayne Goodman killer , assassin, call him what you will but he would kill anybody if the price was right.

With a quick to make sure that no one noticed the exchange with omega Agent Irena Goblinsky sets off after the man who could either kill her in a heartbeat or help her stop a global meltdown.

Omega finds a café and takes a seat facing the door.

He orders a couple of bagels and a coffee than realises that he has no idea whether he has any money to pay for his brunch.

After a quick search of his pockets he finds $10,000 in his coat, undoubtedly supplied by the mysterious General Holtsteader.

And to his surprise he also locates a cell phone which to his frustration is ‘locked’ and therefore useless.

The cute waitress places his food in front of him and for a while Omega forgets about his troubles and he digs in with relish.

‘Why fancy seeing you again, do you mind sharing a table?’

Omega looks over at least seven empty tables but he gestures for the lady who helped him to take a seat.

The Russian agent is afraid and anxious because even though Omega might look like Jason Bourne but in a lot of ways he is more like Hannibal Lector.

‘Sorry to intrude on your meal but this is my favorite café in Chicago and I really need a caffeine fix.’

They talk about the weather, baseball, just making small talk like two complete strangers do.

Agent Goblinsky is just about to get down to the real reason she is in Chicago when she notices a glazed expression on the killers face.

‘Agent Omega the person you are talking to is a Russian spy terminate her immediately by any means available she is a danger to the security of our nation’

‘Once you have done your duty make your way to O’Hare airport where one of my men will meet you and take you to safety’

Without warning Omega lunges forward and seizes Goblinsky by the head and repeatedly slams it onto the table, fortunately the waitress and after staff members intervene.

Seeing that he is outnumbered Omega runs from the establishment where he soon gets lost in the in the morning rush.

Goblinsky is bleeding profusely from a dozen cuts and will probably have a nasty headache for a week but she is a trained agent with a mission to complete so she shrugs off the concern of the bystanders and she to enters the street of pain bloody but determined.

In his bunker just outside of New York City General Holtsteader gathers his loyal soldiers around ‘Listen up people the fucking Russians have somehow cottoned on to my plan to overthrow the government and install a communist system because democracy has run its course and the change is coming people are you behind me?’

Holtsteader’s chest puffs out with proud as the twenty renegades applaud and cheer their leader.

Amongst them is a young Chinese American named Lee Wang who if things go as planned will soon turn the world on its axis.

Sitting in the back of the bunker silently watching proceedings Glenn Blackhawk a native American from Idaho is growing increasingly concerned with the General’s radical views.

The last thing America needs is a communist government so he needs to stop Holtsteader before anarchy rules.

He and Agent Omega were friends back in the academy when they were both greenhorns with a passion of ridding America of drugs, violence and the need to stop Americans from murdering their fellow Americans with firearms of every description.

Unfortunately Omega went bad and committed the ultimate crime many times over and paid the price having spent over eight years in jail but now he is back on the streets under the control of the General.

If there is one man to stop the General it is Omega so Blackhawk creeps over to the computer showing the live feed from the transistor in Omega’s head.

If he can only he could talk to Omega and let him know that he has a friend waiting in the wings to help eliminate the General before he can do irreparable harm.

Blackhawk needs to find a way to clear the bunker but all he can do at the moment is sabotage the live feed so Omega is invisible to the eyes of the General free to save America from itself.

Agent Omega is sitting in the back of a cab on the way to the airport not knowing if he killed the Russian or not.

He is surprised that General Holtsteader hasn’t been in touch and that is one thing to be glad of because the silence is golden.

Omega uses the silence to think in peace and it suddenly dawns on him that he needs to have the transistor removed so he can visit the General without him knowing because one thing is certain the General would blow him to kingdom come if he knew.

‘Let me out here driver, I will walk the rest of the way’

‘What the airport is 20 miles away’

‘I am not walking to the airport driver I am going to walk the road to redemption so be a good fellow and pull over’

Omega hands the driver a crisp one hundred dollar bill and climbs out ‘Keep the change and driver keep your mouth shut or I will visit you at home and shut it for you permentatly’

The shaken cab driver takes off like a bat out of hell before the crazy man can do him harm.

Back on the street Omega walk with his head down trying to blend in with the masses.

He is thinking about his next move when he feels the cell phone vibrating in his pocket ‘Hello who is this?’

‘Why did you try to kill me you asshole I am on your side’

‘I tried to kill you because you are a Russian spy meddling in American affairs’

‘Did the General tell you that? Just give me a few minutes and I will explain what is happening’

‘General Holtsteader is the leader of a splinter group determined to assassinate the president and replace him with a puppet Chinese president’

‘Are you with me so far Kevin?’

‘Kevin? Did you just call me Kevin?’

‘Yes your name is Kevin Wayne Goodman, a killer for hire who spent years in jail before Holtsteader gained your release to perform wet work for him so he can control the government from the inside’

‘So you really didn’t know your own name?”

‘I had no idea, I woke up this morning with a dead man strapped to a chair in my motel room’

‘Holtsteader has implanted a transistor in my head so he can control me and he said that if I double cross him he will blow me to smithereens’

‘But I haven’t heard from him for hours maybe I am out of range or something?’

‘Where are you now Kevin? Because we need to meet in person and come up with a plan to stop General Holtsteader’

Omega knows that he needs to trust someone sooner or later’ I don’t know what street I am on but I can see a Holiday Inn sign just up the road’

‘OK Kevin go inside to the bar and order a drink I will meet you there in ten minutes’

Ten minutes later the two adversaries are sitting in a booth ‘Sorry about your face it must hurt?’

‘Don’t worry about it only hurts when I blink’

‘Sorry again but before we start I have a couple of questions, who was the dead in the motel room and why is Russia involved in American domestic affairs?’

Firstly I don’t know the name of the man in your room but I am sure my colleagues will investigate the matter further in due course’

‘Secondly Kevin General Holtsteader is a very dangerous man who believes that democracy is no longer working for every day American’s and he wants to install a Chinese president to keep the people away from vices and take away their freedom of speech’

Kevin as you know Russia is not a fan of democracy but can you imagine what will happen if the red dragon has control over your nuclear capabilities and your reserve bank?

‘There would be riots on the streets in every city plus the world would be plunged into fiscal chaos knowing that the Chinese have their grubby little fingers on the red button’

‘But surely no one in America would vote for an Asian even if they are a naturalized citizen’,

‘Sure they would Kevin, don’t forget that the people put Reagan in the oval office back in the 80’s and now Donald Trump is president upsetting everyone with his tweets’

In New York city General Marcus Holtsteader is running out of patience, the live feed to the location of Agent Omega has gone on the blink and the IT specialist is having trouble fixing the problem.

He has posted extra security outside his bunker because the last thing he wants is to have Omega showing up unannounced.

Once the system is up and running again Holtsteader will ignite the transistor and the world will be rid of Agent Omega plus dead men tell no tales.

Agent Blackhawk knows that he is standing on very shaky ground so when everyone in the bunker is concentrating on the computer he put out of commission he slips from the room unnoticed.

But his exit didn’t go unseen because Lee Wang has been watching Blackhawk closely and he doesn’t like what he has seen, Blackhawk is trouble and trouble needs to be handled swiftly.

Agent Goblinsky you know my name but can you tell me where I come from?’

‘I can tell you that your parents were killed in a car accident near the family home in Fort Lauderdale Florida.’

You were only six years old at the time and spent years going from different foster homes and that is when General Hollister first entered your life’

‘He owned a huge ranch outside the city where he housed and trained dozens of boys to become elite soldiers because even back then he had visions of becoming a man with total control’.

‘But when you were eighteen you escaped his compound which he named The Academy.’

You escaped when you were eighteen but as soon as you hit the streets trouble followed you around like a mangy dog’

At nineteen you committed your first murder and from that moment on the killing didn’t stop until you were arrested in 2010 and sentenced to death’

‘No one really knows how many people you killed or what your motive was but the tally is believed to be around 23’

‘At the Academy none of the other trainee’s knew your real identity to them you were just Omega another lost soul brought into line by the General’

Omega cant get his head around the fact that he is a serial killer.

He feels sad that he has inflicted so much pain on so many families but at the same he wouldn’t hesitate to plunge a knife into General Hlotsteader if the opportunity arises.

Donald Trump knows that his chances of still holding the office of the president of the united states until the next election are very slim so on the evening of 14 February 2020 he tweets one final time.

‘My fellow American it is with deep sadness that I tell that I am standing down as your preident’

My impeachment trial as you know is to be held next week and I tell you all now that I am guilty of some of the charges against me but I committed the crimes in the best interest of this great country and I wouldn’t hesitate to do the deed again if I thought it was for the best’

‘Goodbye my friends and lets keep this nation great’

Three months later.

General Holtsteader orders his limo driver to stop at the entrance to the west wing of the white house.

He strides inside like he owns the place and is greeted by the 46th president of the united states, Lee Wang.

The pair shake hands then the president gets right down to business ‘Thank you for coming in today General Holtsteader and it has been a pleasure doing business doing business with you and my masters in Beijing are very happy that I now sit in the oval office with complete power over the American people and the world at large’

Unfortunately for you General Holtsteader your usefulness has come to an end’

While he was addressing the General Wang had picked up his cell phone and now with an evil smirk Wang enters a four digit code’ ‘Goodbye General perhaps we will meet again in the next life’

Holtsteader can’t believe what he is hearing Why you motherfucking asshole what have you done?’

Those are the last words The General will utter because an artery in his brain explodes and he falls to the carpet .

President Wang sits on the ground next to his fallen comrade ‘Remember back at the Academy when you instructed the doctor to implant that transistor in the skull of Omega?Well the doctor also gave added a sedative to your coffee that day and while you slept he inserted a small capsule inside an ear up near your brain and when I entered a code on my cell an artery exploded causing stroke like symptom’s’

General Holtsteader exhales his last breath and dies a lonely broken man.

President Wang smiles in satisfaction and immediately phones home ‘Tell Premier Xi Jinping that now is the ideal time to release the virus’

Lets see how the world handles Corona and the consequences.

Wang sits behind his desk in the oval office not quite believing that his country has just pulled off the biggest coup in history with virtually no resistance.

Soon China’s plan for total control will enter its second phase.

THE END.

Part two coming soon.

Thanks for taking the time to read my stories and if you have the means could you please make a donation so i can finally reach my goal of becoming a fulltime writer. Thanks again Steven.

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Watermelon Sam

24 Friday Mar 2017

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arkansas, pitchfork, serial killer, tourists, watermelon

If you are taking a drive along the lonely roads of southern Arkansas.

You will come across a wobbly old sign ‘Melons For Sale’

But let me give you a word of advice.

Just buy your melons and be on your way.

Better still ignore the sign and keep on going.

And don’t look back.

The owner of the melon farm is a cranky old timer named Sam Hendry.

He has a reputation as a man not to mess with.

But he sure does know his melons

He grows any type of melon that you could ever want.

But watermelons are his speciality.

They are his pride and joy.

Just hand over your money and be on your way

Don’t try to haggle over the price.

Water melon Sam got his nickname when he was a little lad.

He would eat up to ten watermelons every single day.

In fact nobody has ever seen him eat anything else.

He would demolish those melons seeds and all.

As the water ran down his chin Sam would stare off into space.

Rubbing his crotch with a creepy evil grin.

Sam Hendry has loved on the farm all of his life.

It has been in his family for five generations.

But this generation will be the last.

Watermelon Sam is now forty five years old.

And in that time he has never ventured more than fifty miles.

Once a month he drives into town to buy his supplies.

Then he scurries on back home.

The outside world doesn’t interest him at all.

All he wants is to be left alone with his melons.

If you leave him alone he will give you no harm

But if you disturb his isolation he will kill you in a heartbeat.

At fifteen Sam took a life for the first time.

In fact he took two.

He decided that his parents were getting in the way so they had to go.

He tied them to chairs in the kitchen and force fed them watermelon

until they choked.

He got all hard and excited as he watched his mother and father breathe

their last breath.

He never loved his parents when they were alive.

But he smiled and welcomed their death.

He left them tied to the chairs for over a week

Until they started to stink and become over ripe.

Than he buried them out in the water melon patch.

Over the following weeks he watched in amazement as his melons grew

like never before.

Obviously his new fertiliser is working wonders.

Nothing is better for your garden than human blood and bone.

Thirty years later and Sam is digging in his garden when a car drives into the farm.

He hates the intrusion,but at the same time he knows that the tourists supply him

with his needs.

They spend their money and take away a melon and a little taste of his ma and pa.

While others stay behind to supply nutrients for his melons.

You might of heard about the missing tourists on the evening news.

Every few months or so for the last thirty years.

A tourist has gone missing in Southern Arkansas.

The last tourist went missing three days ago.

Michael Tomkins was a businessman from Kansas who was on his way

home to his family.

But he made a huge mistake he decided to stop at a farm to buy some melons.

Watermelon Sam heard the car drive arrive and came to the decision that this tourist wasn’t going home.

So he put a smile on his face and acted real nice as the guy got out of his car.

‘Howdy there what can i do for ya? Michael is a little taken aback by this odd looking

old man.

But he smiles and says ‘Just a few Melons to take back to Kansas’

Watermelon Sam shows him over to the melon patch and tells the tourist to pick out the

melons that he wants.

Right in the middle of the patch is a freshly dug hole seven foot long and three foot deep.

Michael turns and asks and Sam ‘What is that hole for? Are you going to bury a dead calf?

Watermelon Sam shakes his head and says ‘No,I am going to bury a dead human’

It takes a second for the words to compute in Michael’s brain.

He goes to run but he doesn’t get very far.

Watermelon Sam picks up a pitchfork and runs it through Michael’s stomach.

Michael wriggles like fish on the end of a hook.

The pitchfork is stuck fast so Sam walks him over to the hole and drops him in.

Blood is gurgling from the tourists mouth but Sam couldn’t care less.

He puts his foot on his chest and after a struggle the pitchfork comes free.

Words are coming from the mouth of the dying man .

Sam doesn’t listen he covers him in three feet of dirt and walks away.

Sam is feeling mighty pleased with himself.

He is sitting on his front porch looking out over his garden.

If he owned a banjo he would be playing it right now.

But his hands are full.

He is devouring yet another watermelon.

He eats that melon like a man possessed.

But he is eating way too fast and one of the seeds goes down the wrong way.

Sam starts to choke he coughs and hacks trying to bring up that seed.

But all he achieves is to swallow that seed even further.

But at least he can breathe normally again.

Sam has no idea what is happening inside his body.

That seed has lodged inside his gut and has started to germinate.

A few days later Sam is starting to feel unwell and a bit bloated.

He hasn’t been to the toilet for two days.

He is backed up all the way to hell.

Sam rally needs to poo.

He stumbles around his watermelon patch like a crazy man.

Than he feels a tickle from his arsehole.

Maybe there is some relief after all.

He pulls down his pants and squats over his blessed earth.

A watermelon root sprouts from his arse and makes a bee line into the

dirt.

Sam tries to stand but he is stuck fast.

Mire roots appear from every orifice in his body.

Sam starts to panic.

Maybe if he can take a shit he can escape from this torture?

So he pushes and strains trying to open his bowels.

Sam is sweating with the effort God am i am shitting a bowling Ball?’

It isn’t a bowling ball but a huge watermelon.

Sams arsehole is stretched to the limit.

Then it snaps.

The watermelon plops out quickly followed by his intestines and something

that might be his colon or prostate.

Sam starts to pray and ask for forgiveness.

But it is way too little way too fucking late.

All of the roots have travelled down his body and taken anchor.

For watermelon Sam there is to be no escape.

Another root has sprouted from his shrivelled cock and out of his piss hole.

And it buries itself into the ground.

As Sam struggles for his life a hundred pair of hands appear from the tainted

earth.

His mother and father pull the hardest.

They want to make sure that their son cant hurt anybody else.

They pull and pull all the way down to the earths core.

Thanks for taking the time to read one of my stories and if you have the means could you make a donation so i can reach my goal of becoming a fulltime writer. Thanks again Steven.

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Field Of Screams

24 Saturday Oct 2015

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A hand points towards the Sky

It is chalk white the flesh and skin is long gone

It is attached to a body that is still in the ground

Through wind rain and erosion

The hand is once again touched by the Sun

The body has been there for over ten years

Buried in the field of dreams

But soon this Godforsaken place will be renamed

the field of screams

Little Billy Martin is taking his Dog Boomerang

for a walk

When they come upon a green field Boomerang

gets all excited

And he runs off barking and yapping

Billy chases after Boomerang because it is getting close to

dinner time

And tonight Mama is cooking his favourite Lasagne

Billy spots Boomerang digging around in the corner of

the field

As he gets closer he notices that Boomerang has something

in his mouth

Boomerang is proud of his discovery and he drops it at Billys

feet

Billy has one look and lets out a shriek and he takes off running

faster then he has ever run before

Boomerang trots behind him wagging his tail

What Boomerang dug up is laying on the ground

A Human skull with one distinctive feature

Its mouth is frozen in a permanent silent scream

Det Rick Fontana

is watching the County Medical Examiner Eartha

Campbell as she slowly unearths the rest of the body

Fontana is a twenty year veteran at the NYPD

And he has investigated over three hundred murders

He has a good track record with over 90% of those

cases solved

But this one looks intriguing

One last case before he retires

The Medical Examiner gets his attention telling him that

she will have the results of the autopsy as soon as she can

Det Fontana is a lot like that TV  Detective

He might look dishevelled and like he hasn’t slept for a week

But his record speaks for itself

He watches the M.E van as it drives away

Something tells him that this body is only scratching the

surface

His offsider Sgt Pulinski and a few uniforms are walking the scene

looking for clues

A discarded Cigarette butt anything useful

But after ten years the DNA will be degraded

The scene is cordoned off and the Cavader Dogs are called in

Fontana has a sinking feeling in his chest

He knows the Dogs will find more bodies

And he isn’t wrong

Twenty six more bodies are discovered that day in the field

The field of screams

The Medical Examiner gets help from nearby precincts to help

process the corpses

And two weeks later all of the bodies have been autopsied

The M.E and Fontana hold a press conference

Fontana tells the press that everything will be done to catch

this serial killer

That no stone will be left unturned

Every cliché is used to keep the press quite

But pretty soon it will be a quite riot

In a run down apartment in the seedier part of town

A weasel of a man  sits on his lounge watching the Evening

News

So they have finally found my bodies

He strokes himself as the News reader reads the auto cue

Her blond hair and lips move at the same time

Twenty seven bodies have been found in Evans field

A killer is on the loose

More after this commercial break

Eartha Campbell the M.E has been holding something back

It is for Detective Fontanas ears only

It seems that all of the victims had been skinned alive

Going by the cuts on the bones and the grimaces on their

faces

They were still breathing as the skin was flayed from their bodies

Heaven knows the pain and suffering they were put through

The killer leaves his Apartment he is a man on a mission

It has been six months since he last used his knife

He has a need that will only go away when he ends a life

He drives around looking for a runaway or hitch hiker

Somebody who wont be missed for a while

Then he notices a likely looking target standing on the

corner

She has her thumb out looking for a ride

Jesus he thinks don’t these people ever learn

There are bad people out there

And I am the baddest of the bad

The killer pulls his van to the curb and asks the young lady

in which direction is she headed

The answer is Rochester

She gives the killer a smile hoping he is going in her direction

He smiles back telling her to climb in and get comfortable

Then he drives her off to oblivion

The killers van has had a bit of work done to it

In the back the interior has been stripped bare

So after the deed has been done he can just wash the Blood

away

And so no DNA evidence will remain

And hose out the van he does

The girl from Rochester couldn’t fight one on one with a man

with a knife

He skinned her alive in the back of the van

She finally dies with a scream all over her face

Now the killer has to find a new burial site

The field of screams is now out of bounds

But then the killer thinks again

That field is his field so the Cops can go fuck themselves

He drives the van to the edge of the field of screams

Checking out the situation

Two Cops sit in a patrol car talking about Basketball eating

Donuts drinking Coffee just shooting the breeze

The killer reaches in to the glove box and pulls out a 38 special

He slowly makes his way under the cover of darkness to the

Police car

He gets close to the passenger side window and BANG BANG

Both Cops are dead before they even know they have been shot

The killer returns to his van and drags the girl from Rochester

to his field

And using the spotlights that light up the crime scene he positions

the girl so that her skinless body glistens under the glare

The killer drives satisfied with a job well done

And he arrives home with his needs sated

Det Fontana is awoken at 3am by dispatch informing him of

the shooting at the field

Two Policemen are down

Fontana calls Pulinski and they both arrive at the scene at the

same time

The bodies of the two Officers are still slumped in their seats

And the girl from Rochester is being examined by the M.E

Now the perp is a Cop killer

And Det Fontana makes a vow with himself not to retire until

this killer is caught

And this vow will be kept

The killer lies low for two weeks and then the urge hits him hard

So he jumps into his van and slowly he cruises the downtown

district

Looking for a thrill looking for a kill

And he spots a likely victim sitting at a Bus stop

The last Bus left about an hour ago

So this girl is stranded

Only she doesn’t know it yet

He cruises the van to a stop then gets out to tell the girl

that the last Bus is long gone

The girl looks like she is about to cry

The killer offers to drive her home

She starts to accept the offer but then her sixth sense

kicks in and she starts to back up

The killers urge is out of control and he goes to grab

the girl by the arm

The girl starts screaming and she scratches deep furrows

down his face

Then she is free and she takes off at a sprint

The killer is furious and he races back to his van

Hoping to catch the girl and teach her a lesson with his knife

But the girl is long gone

With Blood streaming down his face the killer is crestfallen

as he drives home

The girl runs and runs until she gets home

She tells her parents that she was almost abducted by a man in

a white van

But she has scratched his face real good

Her parents call the Police who arrive shortly after to get a

statement

After talking to the girl and hearing of the scatching

The Police put plastic baggies over the girls hands to

preserve any DNA evidence

At the Police Precinct the girls finger nails are scraped

and hopefully a match will be found

Det Fontana is walking down the corridor when the DNA

Technician tells him of the find

Maybe there isn’t a link to the field of screams murders

But maybe there is

So Det Fontana holds another press conference telling

the public to be on the look out for a man in his twenties

who drives a white van

Plus he will be sporting deep scratches down his face

Unfortunately for the killer he was too drunk so he missed

the late night news

So he went to work the next morning at the Post Office

One of his co workers asks him about the scratches

And the killer tells that he was taking the trash out last night

and was attacked by a large Raccoon

His co worker doesn’t buy his story so she goes to her locker

and calls the Police hot line and tells them about the scratch

marks

And that her co worker also drives a white van

The killer watches the news in his lunch break

And he sees his scratched up face on the screen

Something explodes in his head and he jumps to his feet

wielding his knife

He slashes at his co workers killing two and injuring a third

Then he reaches Julie the one who phoned the Police

He knows she is the one

So he stabs her twice races to the car park jumps in his van

not really knowing where to go

Fontana and Pulinski arrive at the Post Office and are almost

broadsided by a white van fleeing the scene

The Killer knows what he has to do and he drives like a Bat out

of Hell heading towards the field of screams

He arrives with Fontana and Pulinski hot on his tail

He drives to the middle of the field and is surrounded by about

twenty Police Officers

Det Fontana informs him of his rights

But the killer isn’t listening he is at his favourite place

The field of screams

So he looks Fontana right in the eye

He brings his knife up to his own throat and he opens it up

from ear to ear

The killer is dead

He died in his field

His Blood is dripping into the dirt

Mingling with the Blood of all the people that he hurt.

THE END

Thank you for taking the time to read one of my stories and if you have the means could you please make a donation so i can reach my dream and become a fulltime writer. Thanks again Steven.

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