murder death kill

murder death kill

A Chapter by joshua deathdealer
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10/2011 (Blood type B: Installment Five)

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"187"
He spoke nervously into his two way
as he walked up to the lifeless body
that lay twisted on the dirt road.
The gore that surrounded her was
illuminated by his vehicle's headlights.

Looking, he could see that her
throat appeared to have been 
ripped out or cut. Blood still
gushed out the fatal wound,
flowing in the dusty tire tracks.

"187"
"I repeat. I gotta 187, white female
out here on old wire road. It's 
pretty bad. Requesting backup.." the
young policeman says as he turns back 
towards his patrol car. Three feet in 
front of him stood a person.

A man. His clothes were torn and 
he was not seemingly shaken by the 
extreme cold. Unshaven and disheveled.
Blood covered mouth.  "Oh my God" was 
all the rookie managed to say while trying 
to raise his gun.

As he attempts to train his sights, he is 
slammed to the ground. Knocking out his breath.
Flailing around, his arms are pushed back by 
the savage man. He feels the killers teeth sinking 
into his throbbing throat. Pain explodes and
claustrophobia. Causing him to pass out.

Awaking, he realizes the psychopath is 
gulping the red, bubbling flow that pours 
from his neck. Struggling in panic, he pushes 
back at the assailant. The attacker screeches.
Grabs the lawman's head and smashes it repeatedly on 
the lime rock. After licking at the stickiness on his 
fingers the deranged man stands up and walks off 
into the trees.

"235 do you copy. Come in 235"

 


© 2013 joshua deathdealer


Author's Note

joshua deathdealer
I took a different approach to this one. Put more of a story tale style into this fifth installment of the series. Less emotional and more gore. lol

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Wow, this was purely dark and terrorizing. This simple man is calling out for help but instead gets taken down by the killer as well with no hope of his whereabouts being found. In a way, its really sad but in another matter, the description was clarifying what you wanted to point out.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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WELL THIS POEM COULD VERY WELL BE A SCENE FROM A MOVIE...LIKE THE TWILIGHT OR SOME HORROR HALLOWEEN MOVIE. BUT THIS IS VERY WELL WRITTEN AND IT DEF KEPT ME ON EDGE FROM BEGINNING TO END. I GET BORED VERY QUICKLY BUT SINCE YOU CAUGHT MY ATTENTION FROM THE VERY BEGINNING I DECIDED TO KEEP ON READING JUST TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT. GREAT WRITE!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Not sure if this makes me creepy but I appreciate the added gore and less story-telling . It certainly worked out well for this piece. I love the ending, how it leaves the reading hanging on dramatic irony.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow, this was purely dark and terrorizing. This simple man is calling out for help but instead gets taken down by the killer as well with no hope of his whereabouts being found. In a way, its really sad but in another matter, the description was clarifying what you wanted to point out.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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