Post by Aaron on Oct 16, 2006 5:22:54 GMT -5
Author's note-
I'v been tetering this morning really. Just putting some things together. Now I'v been interesting in doing a story like this for a while. The idea of doing a kinda different look on crime then what we see on CSI and all the other cop shows. I think people get facinated in the cop work and all that. But, I think we forget that the victim's had lives as well.
"Untitled"
By: Will Graham
1
The rain tappered on the window's of the resturant as the wind blow against the trees. Thom sat at the corner of the room looking out at the street, taking in the small shops and stores. His mind was away thinking of how well Rachel would have loved to come here, and gone into the little gift shops. Then thinking of the one he had passed a bit earlier he knew that Elizabeth would have loved the old fashion doll house that was for sale. Closing his eyes he as to banish the images of them together, and yet feeling them linger as he tried.
Reaching behind him he pulled out his wallet, and put it on the table. Opening it up and looking through the pictures remembering his family. Closing his eyes again he made his body put away the pictures. The sound of water hitting the ice cubes that woke him.
"Can I get you anything else, hun".
"No, Thank you. Can I please have the check?"
He'd already pulled out his credit card even before he'd asked her.
Opening the door, moving outside the rain felt good. Thom felt better as he walked to his car. The night air felt good and cleansed his lungs. The thought of tomorrow brought a smile to his face. Tomorrow was a big day. A day that he had been looking forward to for a long time, and he planned to keep his promise to her.
Thom found himself staring at the store with the doll. Looking through the darkened glass at the doll house. He smiled and wished that he could have gotten that for Elizabeth. Wishing he could try and give her something like that. He walked away from the store and moved onto a quiet street. All the shops and stores were closed. It was late at night and he had gotten lucky at even finding a place to eat. Now was time to go to the motel and then see Elizabeth tomorrow.
Thom never saw the man walk in a hooded jacket moving behind him. He never did feel eyes that were on him. Yet, he felt the sudden sting of a knife as it entered his back moving up through his body. Thom's eyes widden as the feeling of the pain grew, and he felt blood flowing out of him. As he went to scream to try and cry out yet to nothing. He was silenenced by a rag. Feeling the knife finally leaving his back he screamed into the rag. Crumbling onto the ground he tried to crawl to move away, to do just something! Yet, he couldn't. All he could do was look about and try and crawl. The person behind him kicked him in the gut making Thom go into a fetal position.
He could feel the person's glee as it radiated off of themselves. It was like a strange, strong aura. Almost like he was releasing something. Thom's head snapped back as he was kicked in the head, and kicked again. As Thom slipped into sleep it was to the sound of the man's glee and laughing.
2
It didn't take long for the killer to do his work. It also didn't take long for the police to find the body. Yet, in reality that was what the killer wanted. He wanted the body to be found and for it to be easy. He was taunting the cops. He'd killed many times and yet still here he was killing again, and no one to stop him. "You just have to love "random killings", don't you", he thought as he looked on at the cops working the crime scene.
A faint smile even though he knew it shouldn't have been there formed on his face as he saw the black bag moving to the coronor's vehicle.
I'v been tetering this morning really. Just putting some things together. Now I'v been interesting in doing a story like this for a while. The idea of doing a kinda different look on crime then what we see on CSI and all the other cop shows. I think people get facinated in the cop work and all that. But, I think we forget that the victim's had lives as well.
"Untitled"
By: Will Graham
1
The rain tappered on the window's of the resturant as the wind blow against the trees. Thom sat at the corner of the room looking out at the street, taking in the small shops and stores. His mind was away thinking of how well Rachel would have loved to come here, and gone into the little gift shops. Then thinking of the one he had passed a bit earlier he knew that Elizabeth would have loved the old fashion doll house that was for sale. Closing his eyes he as to banish the images of them together, and yet feeling them linger as he tried.
Reaching behind him he pulled out his wallet, and put it on the table. Opening it up and looking through the pictures remembering his family. Closing his eyes again he made his body put away the pictures. The sound of water hitting the ice cubes that woke him.
"Can I get you anything else, hun".
"No, Thank you. Can I please have the check?"
He'd already pulled out his credit card even before he'd asked her.
Opening the door, moving outside the rain felt good. Thom felt better as he walked to his car. The night air felt good and cleansed his lungs. The thought of tomorrow brought a smile to his face. Tomorrow was a big day. A day that he had been looking forward to for a long time, and he planned to keep his promise to her.
Thom found himself staring at the store with the doll. Looking through the darkened glass at the doll house. He smiled and wished that he could have gotten that for Elizabeth. Wishing he could try and give her something like that. He walked away from the store and moved onto a quiet street. All the shops and stores were closed. It was late at night and he had gotten lucky at even finding a place to eat. Now was time to go to the motel and then see Elizabeth tomorrow.
Thom never saw the man walk in a hooded jacket moving behind him. He never did feel eyes that were on him. Yet, he felt the sudden sting of a knife as it entered his back moving up through his body. Thom's eyes widden as the feeling of the pain grew, and he felt blood flowing out of him. As he went to scream to try and cry out yet to nothing. He was silenenced by a rag. Feeling the knife finally leaving his back he screamed into the rag. Crumbling onto the ground he tried to crawl to move away, to do just something! Yet, he couldn't. All he could do was look about and try and crawl. The person behind him kicked him in the gut making Thom go into a fetal position.
He could feel the person's glee as it radiated off of themselves. It was like a strange, strong aura. Almost like he was releasing something. Thom's head snapped back as he was kicked in the head, and kicked again. As Thom slipped into sleep it was to the sound of the man's glee and laughing.
2
It didn't take long for the killer to do his work. It also didn't take long for the police to find the body. Yet, in reality that was what the killer wanted. He wanted the body to be found and for it to be easy. He was taunting the cops. He'd killed many times and yet still here he was killing again, and no one to stop him. "You just have to love "random killings", don't you", he thought as he looked on at the cops working the crime scene.
A faint smile even though he knew it shouldn't have been there formed on his face as he saw the black bag moving to the coronor's vehicle.