Home Improvement - 'Possessed By Satan' chapter 1
By Chris Sweeten.
"Tim Taylor, the 'Tool Man' as many of his watchers on Tool Time knew him as, has made a terrible , terrible mistake. He has made a pact with Satan."
"Tim!, I'm going out for a whiles. Tell Mark to get his room cleaned." cried out Jill as she left for her classes.
"Arggghh-arghhh.", grunted the Tool Man in response. He wasn't paying much attention to anything other than his latest car project, a 1986 Iroc-Z Camaro, so he had been spending much of his time in the garage. This was no big surprise to his family.
Coming out of his reverie at what his wife had said, Tim immediately began to think of things to do today. In his mind at some subconcious level, he began to list things off.
1. Car.
2. Tell Mark to clean his room.
3. Murder Wilson.
Seeing as how he had just finished installing the brake-line on the car, he decided to start with his list of other things to do. He sat off for Mark's room, which he was currently sharing with Brad, after Randy had moved into the basement. As he approaches the room, he calls out Mark's name, and tells him to get his room cleaned.
The response he got was adiquate for the Tool Man, and having settled the second task on his mental list, he automatically does what any being of logic would do. Set upon the next task. Murdering his neighbor Wilson Wilson.
Now, many may ask why he would want to do such a heinous thing. The truth behind it is, that in order for his show to be the success it was, and the national syndocation he had always wanted, he was forced to make a deal with the Dark Prince himself. In order for his show to be popular, Tim Taylor would become the Devil's personal henchman. Killing off those he loved and cared for in cold blooded rage, only to awake and be himself the next day, living with that shame.
With murder on his mind, Tim set forth from the stairs where he had moments before seemed so normal with his youngest born, grabbing a cordless Binford model 2112 33' steel cutting saw on his way out, all the while grunting things about blood and power on his way to the property line he and Wilson shared between both of their houses.
"Hidey-ho, neighbor!" was the first thing out of Wilson's mouth when Tim exited his homestead. Tim had put a smile on his face, and calmly walked over to where Wilson stood, the fence the only thing seperating them.
"What ya doin there, Wilson?"
"Ohh, I'm celebrating the ancient Aztec day of testicular prosperity and homosexuality, Tim."
"Mind if I come watch, Wilson?"
"Not at all, Tim, not at all."
As Tim worked his way through Wilson's house, he made sure to crank his saw up to maximum capacity. Making a grunting noise that was familiar to himself, but somehow tainted with the dark laughter of Satan himself, he made his way like a madman out of Wilson's backdoor.
Wilson, wondering what all that noise Tim was making was about, barely got a chance to turn around before the blade of the saw bore down upon his brow, shooting brain and all sorts of bone gore upon Tim, who was cackling madly by now, not even the least bit concerned that he was more or less swimming in his neighbor, who never even got a chance to scream for his life.
In less than 20 minutes, Tim had hacked Wilson apart and shoved him into black garbage bags that rested in Wilson's backyard, and had cleaned himself of the terrible rancid gore that had covered him no less than a quarter of an hour ago.
Later that night, Tim returned to finish his dark master's deed, and ate the already rotting flesh of his one time neighbor, before burying the bones in the yard, next to a pentagram of blood drawn upon the door. Tim then unconciously walked back into his house, and went up to the room at the second story of his house he shared with his wife, undressed, and slept that night like nothing had ever happened.
By Chris Sweeten.
"Tim Taylor, the 'Tool Man' as many of his watchers on Tool Time knew him as, has made a terrible , terrible mistake. He has made a pact with Satan."
"Tim!, I'm going out for a whiles. Tell Mark to get his room cleaned." cried out Jill as she left for her classes.
"Arggghh-arghhh.", grunted the Tool Man in response. He wasn't paying much attention to anything other than his latest car project, a 1986 Iroc-Z Camaro, so he had been spending much of his time in the garage. This was no big surprise to his family.
Coming out of his reverie at what his wife had said, Tim immediately began to think of things to do today. In his mind at some subconcious level, he began to list things off.
1. Car.
2. Tell Mark to clean his room.
3. Murder Wilson.
Seeing as how he had just finished installing the brake-line on the car, he decided to start with his list of other things to do. He sat off for Mark's room, which he was currently sharing with Brad, after Randy had moved into the basement. As he approaches the room, he calls out Mark's name, and tells him to get his room cleaned.
The response he got was adiquate for the Tool Man, and having settled the second task on his mental list, he automatically does what any being of logic would do. Set upon the next task. Murdering his neighbor Wilson Wilson.
Now, many may ask why he would want to do such a heinous thing. The truth behind it is, that in order for his show to be the success it was, and the national syndocation he had always wanted, he was forced to make a deal with the Dark Prince himself. In order for his show to be popular, Tim Taylor would become the Devil's personal henchman. Killing off those he loved and cared for in cold blooded rage, only to awake and be himself the next day, living with that shame.
With murder on his mind, Tim set forth from the stairs where he had moments before seemed so normal with his youngest born, grabbing a cordless Binford model 2112 33' steel cutting saw on his way out, all the while grunting things about blood and power on his way to the property line he and Wilson shared between both of their houses.
"Hidey-ho, neighbor!" was the first thing out of Wilson's mouth when Tim exited his homestead. Tim had put a smile on his face, and calmly walked over to where Wilson stood, the fence the only thing seperating them.
"What ya doin there, Wilson?"
"Ohh, I'm celebrating the ancient Aztec day of testicular prosperity and homosexuality, Tim."
"Mind if I come watch, Wilson?"
"Not at all, Tim, not at all."
As Tim worked his way through Wilson's house, he made sure to crank his saw up to maximum capacity. Making a grunting noise that was familiar to himself, but somehow tainted with the dark laughter of Satan himself, he made his way like a madman out of Wilson's backdoor.
Wilson, wondering what all that noise Tim was making was about, barely got a chance to turn around before the blade of the saw bore down upon his brow, shooting brain and all sorts of bone gore upon Tim, who was cackling madly by now, not even the least bit concerned that he was more or less swimming in his neighbor, who never even got a chance to scream for his life.
In less than 20 minutes, Tim had hacked Wilson apart and shoved him into black garbage bags that rested in Wilson's backyard, and had cleaned himself of the terrible rancid gore that had covered him no less than a quarter of an hour ago.
Later that night, Tim returned to finish his dark master's deed, and ate the already rotting flesh of his one time neighbor, before burying the bones in the yard, next to a pentagram of blood drawn upon the door. Tim then unconciously walked back into his house, and went up to the room at the second story of his house he shared with his wife, undressed, and slept that night like nothing had ever happened.