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Story Fragment IIBefore anyone could speak further, a thunderous boom could be heard against the door. The four slowly turned and backed up, as the sound crashed again. Reinhardt unfurled his whip, as Henry and Leon drew their swords. William ran off towards the staircase leading to the second floor. Henry turned in time to see him pull a revolver with some sort of contraption attached to the end of it; as he leaned on the railing towards the doorway.
Before he could think on it any further; the door came crashing off it's hinges as a towering figure stepped into view.
He had on a stained brown shirt, along with a red vest.
His skin was grey; and along his body were scars with thick, black stitches running along them.
"… I don't suppose he's been chasing you two as well?" Henry quipped, as he watched the figure lumber into the room towards them.
The man had to duck underneath the door frame to get in; he was easily a foot taller than them; if not more. The men noticed that he had so
Story Fragment ITwo people... running.
...Or were they tears?
She couldn't tell. Carrie looked out of the basket she was being carried in... was she a baby? Had she shrunk?
She wasn't sure. A blue-haired woman looked back at her, smiling and hushing her and then turning to look at the man next to her. He had a scruffy goatee, and seemed worried... no... he seemed scared of something.
They both stared down at Carrie in the basket; giving her warm smiles before their faces turned to horror.
The next thing she knew, she was falling. Falling in an empty void; evil laughter was the only thing she heard.
She could see dark, blood red eyes in the distance.... beginning to venture near her.
She lay there, motionless in the void; as her body refused to move. She simply watched the eyes as they approached her; a large dog began to take shape behind the eyes.
Its eyes... they were full of malice and anger, his fur was in bloody, stiff pieces along his body; Carrie could even see pieces of muscle
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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